Title: Hustle and Flow (1?)

Author: Maaike

Pairing: C/S

Disclaimers: CSI and all things related to the show are not mine. I do not own the characters used in my story, I'm only using them to entertain myself and my fellow CSI fans. The title "Hustle and Flow" is borrowed from a movie with that name that recently came out here in Spain, the story has nothing to do whatsoever with the movie (at least, I think, I haven't seen the movie).

I woke up with a big smile on my face. The memories of last night were filling my mind with delight. I had waited so long for this to happen, so many nights alone dreaming of it and finally it happened. I kept my eyes closed, just to let my mind go over last night's events once again. I felt so incredibly happy, something I haven't felt before in my whole life. Maybe if I had enough time before work, I could show my gratitude to the person lying in bed next to me.

After a while I decided to open my eyes and turn to the person who had caused all my happiness. When I turned I realised the bed was empty, I had woken up alone. How come I hadn't noticed when she left the bed? Had it all been a dream? The side next to me did look like someone slept there. Worried that my mind was playing tricks on me, I got up and looked around. I found my clothes spread all over the bedroom floor, which was definitely not something I did with my clothes before going to sleep. I figured that same person would be around somewhere, maybe in the kitchen, making a delicious breakfast.

Within no time, the smile returned to my face. It had definitely happened, I had not been dreaming. When I walked into the living room, I saw the two glasses and a bottle of wine on the table. Both glasses were still half full, we sure didn't waste any time last night. I smirked at myself; I would have never thought this was happen. My smirk faded when I noticed I was totally alone. My lover hadn't even left a note or a sign.

I heard my alarm clock going off in my bedroom. I still had one hour before I had to be at work. I took a shower, wondering why my lover had left. Normally I love taking showers, they really clear my head, but today it was more like torture. A million questions popped up in my mind, had I done something wrong? It almost felt as if I had washed away all the good memories with my shower.

In the car, on my way to work, they all came back though. In full force I might add, changing my mood 90 degrees. I ended up walking into the Las Vegas Crime Lab with a smile, not caring about the weird looks I got. Yeah, so normally I don't smile, so what? It's not like I'm not able to smile!

I made my way to the break room, getting myself a well deserved coffee. My colleague and good friend Greg walked in not long after I did.

"WOW, someone got laid," he exclaimed with a smile as he poured himself a coffee, "Care to fill me in on the details?" he said as he plopped down on the couch next to me.

I give him a death glare, hoping he will back off. I am not ready to share any details, first I will have to talk to the person who made those memories with me. I would like to know where we stand now.

"Well, I guess that means a no," Greg wisely says as he starts sipping his coffee.

I decide to work on my poker face before the rest of my colleagues come in. I don't want to have any more of those 'Greg-like' questions. Nick and Warrick come in together, like they always do and like always they were having a discussion about sports. I wonder which sport it is this time, probably baseball, since the Yankees played yesterday. I vaguely remember the game being on TV in the bar I was at, but of course I was otherwise engaged so to speak.

I wondered where Catherine was when Grissom showed up and there was still no sign of her.

"Warrick, suspicious circs at the Mirage, take Greg with you," Grissom started as he handed my laid back colleague his assignment slip. "Nick, you're with me, we have a DB in Henderson," he said as he waved the other assignment slip at him.

I look up at my boss, wondering why I didn't get an assignment.

"Sara, I want you to help Catherine with paperwork," he says as he follows Nick out of the room.

Now, normally I would be seriously pissed off, I would feel like I had been grounded. But today, I was actually kind of glad I got to stay at the Lab, with Catherine of all people. I'd have some time to talk to her, get some information about where I stand with her. I mean last night was great and I'm sure she had fun as well, but since then I haven't heard a thing from her. She did not even come into the break room to greet me. I have to say I was getting a bit nervous.

With my semi self-confident pace, I march to Catherine's office, several different openings running through my head. I decide on opening her door, with confidence of course, sit down in front of her and just start talking. That plan goes right out of the window as I see her door is already open, I hesitate before deciding to go on with my plan but without the opening the door with confidence part.

"Hey Sara, come in," Catherine says.

Well there goes the rest of my plan.

"Hey. I erm, can I talk to you for a second?" I ask her politely. She is showing no sign of affection, but that is probably because we are at work.

She looks gorgeous though and I really can't wait to get my hands on her again, or my lips for that matter. I realize I have drifted off as I see Catherine staring at me as if she wants me to say something.

"Sara? What did you want to talk to me about?" She asks as if she already asked me the same question for five times.

"About us," I blurt out. I wanted to start subtle, but I guess it's too late for that now.

"Us?" Catherine says as she gets up and closes the door, "Sara, honey, what do you mean?"

I look at her in disbelief and see her raise one eyebrow at me.

"Well, you know, last night," I say, getting more and more nervous. I don't know whether it's because she is so close to me I can smell her or because she seems to be denying the existence of an "us".

Catherine chuckles. "Ah," she says, putting a finger just under my collarbone, tracing it around. "What happened last night doesn't make us, us," she says.

My mood, heart and everything sinks. She played me, just like she does with all those men in her life.

I decide to not make things any worse and turn around. I will find myself an assignment until something else comes in, or one of the guys gets back.

"Sara!" I hear her shout after me as I pace down the hall.

As I walk further, I hear the click-clack of her heals, she is following me.

"Sara!" She shouts, lower this time because she is near me.

"Leave me alone Catherine," I say as I almost slam the door in her face. I can't face her right now.