FIC: Metronome 3/?
TITLE: Metronome
AUTHOR: KL
FANDOM: CSI (Vegas)
PAIRING: Catherine/Sara
SUMMARY: One pushes and the other pulls. What will it take to get them on the same page?
RATING: PG13
DEDICATION: This was and still is for wonkots42 who is my everything
A/N: I wrote this story almost five years ago, but it's not archived anywhere and I've never posted it here so...let's pretend it's new, okay?
[ Part 1 - Prologue] [ Part 2]
Sara loved Alex. There was no question about that fact. At that particular moment, however, she was this close to pulling the Denali over and dumping her friend to walk the rest of the way to the lab. Alexandra Thompson was one of the wittiest, most charming, intelligent and caring people she'd ever known. She could also be exasperatingly persistent at not letting a topic go until she had gnawed it to the bone.Unfortunately for Sara, the entrée on her menu this morning was Sara. And Catherine.
"That's your problem. You internalise everything so deeply so that you can tell yourself nothing is wrong but it comes back to bite you in the ass eventually. The hostility, the fantasies,insomnia - these are all signs of unresolved issues you have with Catherine - and they won't go away until you deal with them one way or the other."
"I do not internalise - I told you all about it, didn't I?"
"Telling me about it is not the same as talking to Catherine. I love you and I'm here for you but you have to have some form of resolution before you can move forward."
Sara turned to Alex with a look of disbelief.
"Let me get this straight, your professional advice is that I go up to my straight female colleague with whom I am barely friends and profess that I'm sexually attracted to her. Don't tell me they're paying you the big bucks for coming up with advice like that. "
Alex brushed aside her sarcasm.
"Why not? What happened to the woman who propositioned me in the middle of Professor Lewinsky's senior year Quantum Physics?"
"Hey, wait a minute...I wasn't propositioning you. I wanted to discuss lecture notes over coffee."
Alex winked conspiratorially.
"Right, and if memory serves, we 'studied' all evening in your room and then continued the rest of the weekend in the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom. In fact, I think we've 'exchanged notes'in every room of your apartment."
"What has that got to do with me potentially making a fool of myself in front of Catherine?"
"First of all, if you don't do anything, you'd have failed without even trying. Second, and more importantly, the Sara Sidle I know is a passionate woman who is not afraid to take risks to get what she wants."
"There is a difference between taking risks and committing career suicide."
Alex scoffed aloud.
"Jeez, Sara, listen to yourself. Since when did you care so much what other people think?"
Sara fell silent and from the way her knuckles were white from gripping too hard onto the steering wheel,Alex knew that she was treading a little too close to her limit. It would be wise to ease off and try a different approach.
"How long have we known each another?"
Sara gave Alex a wary look.
"Fourteen, maybe fifteen years. Why?"
"And how often have we shared a bed in that time?"
Sara furrowed her brow, failing to see where Alex was coming from.
"I don't keep count..."
Alex cut in impatiently.
"Every time we visit each another because you never get around to furnishing the spare room ..."
"Says the woman who've never ever had a spare bedroom in her apartment."
"Never needed one. When I have guests who need to spend the night, it's always in my bed."
Sara shook her head and smiled.
"You never change, Lex. Always on the prowl for your next victim."
Sara was teasing but that remark hit a sensitive spot. Especially since what happened last night. She eased her feelings aside and pressed on.
"My point is, missy, that out of all the times we've shared a bed platonically, last night was the first time you groped me in your sleep. Or at least it seemed like you were groping me at the time."
"Alex, I said I was sorry..."
"I'm not trying to make you feel bad, Sara. I just want you to realise what bottling up your feelings for Catherine inside is doing to you. Keep at it long enough and you'll either explode or have a mental breakdown. That would be suicidal for your career. "
"Thank you for your analysis Dr.Thompson. Now if you're done playing shrink, we're here."
Alex knew what she said had hit home with Sara. She also knew her well enough to know that the brunette had to dissect and analyse it from every angle a dozen times before acting.
They pulled into a parking space outside the CSI building and Sara killed the engine.
"You ready?"
"Lead the way, Ms. Sidle."
-to be continued-
AUTHOR: KL
FANDOM: CSI (Vegas)
PAIRING: Catherine/Sara
SUMMARY: One pushes and the other pulls. What will it take to get them on the same page?
RATING: PG13
DEDICATION: This was and still is for wonkots42 who is my everything
A/N: I wrote this story almost five years ago, but it's not archived anywhere and I've never posted it here so...let's pretend it's new, okay?
[ Part 1 - Prologue] [ Part 2]
Sara loved Alex. There was no question about that fact. At that particular moment, however, she was this close to pulling the Denali over and dumping her friend to walk the rest of the way to the lab. Alexandra Thompson was one of the wittiest, most charming, intelligent and caring people she'd ever known. She could also be exasperatingly persistent at not letting a topic go until she had gnawed it to the bone.Unfortunately for Sara, the entrée on her menu this morning was Sara. And Catherine.
"That's your problem. You internalise everything so deeply so that you can tell yourself nothing is wrong but it comes back to bite you in the ass eventually. The hostility, the fantasies,insomnia - these are all signs of unresolved issues you have with Catherine - and they won't go away until you deal with them one way or the other."
"I do not internalise - I told you all about it, didn't I?"
"Telling me about it is not the same as talking to Catherine. I love you and I'm here for you but you have to have some form of resolution before you can move forward."
Sara turned to Alex with a look of disbelief.
"Let me get this straight, your professional advice is that I go up to my straight female colleague with whom I am barely friends and profess that I'm sexually attracted to her. Don't tell me they're paying you the big bucks for coming up with advice like that. "
Alex brushed aside her sarcasm.
"Why not? What happened to the woman who propositioned me in the middle of Professor Lewinsky's senior year Quantum Physics?"
"Hey, wait a minute...I wasn't propositioning you. I wanted to discuss lecture notes over coffee."
Alex winked conspiratorially.
"Right, and if memory serves, we 'studied' all evening in your room and then continued the rest of the weekend in the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom. In fact, I think we've 'exchanged notes'in every room of your apartment."
"What has that got to do with me potentially making a fool of myself in front of Catherine?"
"First of all, if you don't do anything, you'd have failed without even trying. Second, and more importantly, the Sara Sidle I know is a passionate woman who is not afraid to take risks to get what she wants."
"There is a difference between taking risks and committing career suicide."
Alex scoffed aloud.
"Jeez, Sara, listen to yourself. Since when did you care so much what other people think?"
Sara fell silent and from the way her knuckles were white from gripping too hard onto the steering wheel,Alex knew that she was treading a little too close to her limit. It would be wise to ease off and try a different approach.
"How long have we known each another?"
Sara gave Alex a wary look.
"Fourteen, maybe fifteen years. Why?"
"And how often have we shared a bed in that time?"
Sara furrowed her brow, failing to see where Alex was coming from.
"I don't keep count..."
Alex cut in impatiently.
"Every time we visit each another because you never get around to furnishing the spare room ..."
"Says the woman who've never ever had a spare bedroom in her apartment."
"Never needed one. When I have guests who need to spend the night, it's always in my bed."
Sara shook her head and smiled.
"You never change, Lex. Always on the prowl for your next victim."
Sara was teasing but that remark hit a sensitive spot. Especially since what happened last night. She eased her feelings aside and pressed on.
"My point is, missy, that out of all the times we've shared a bed platonically, last night was the first time you groped me in your sleep. Or at least it seemed like you were groping me at the time."
"Alex, I said I was sorry..."
"I'm not trying to make you feel bad, Sara. I just want you to realise what bottling up your feelings for Catherine inside is doing to you. Keep at it long enough and you'll either explode or have a mental breakdown. That would be suicidal for your career. "
"Thank you for your analysis Dr.Thompson. Now if you're done playing shrink, we're here."
Alex knew what she said had hit home with Sara. She also knew her well enough to know that the brunette had to dissect and analyse it from every angle a dozen times before acting.
They pulled into a parking space outside the CSI building and Sara killed the engine.
"You ready?"
"Lead the way, Ms. Sidle."
-to be continued-