A/N: My apologies for the obscenely long delay in posting this last chapter! Between work and life, it just wasn't coming to me, no matter how many times I tried to write it. But now here it is, and hopefully you all aren't disappointed! :) Review, review, as always pretty pretty please!

While I couldn't really say the past 24 hours had been the most bizarre I'd ever had, they certainly ranked in the top five. Sara actually seemed nervous around me when I'd offered to assist on the B&E she was working with Warrick. We hadn't had any kind of disagreement that day, or recently that I could recall; though she'd hardly ever seemed nervous after such situations in the past. There was something different, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I had all but forgotten Sara's unusual behavior, until impossibly perfect timing landed me in the DNA lab just in time to overhear Sofia and Wendy gossiping about Sara's sexual fantasies and apparent 'drooling,' both of which they claimed were brought on by yours truly.

In a way, once I'd heard it, it kind of all made sense; the shy looks, the awkwardness and uncomfortable silences. Still, the actuality of it stunned me. A little rush of butterflies shot to my belly as they told me that they thought it was more than purely sexual. I couldn't honestly say I'd never fantasized about things getting physical between Sara and I; that would in fact be a rather big lie. I'd often wondered what it would be like to have Sara in my bed. Even more though, I wondered what it would be like for that to be a regular occurrence. I imagined it would be quite thrilling.

Once the fluttering died down, and I finally wrapped my head around what I'd heard, I found myself filled with a strange sense of boldness. I wanted Sara, and I was going to have her, because I knew she wanted me. First, though, I was going to have a little fun.

I made a quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up, popping open one more button on my blouse, since rumor had it Sara was a fan of my 'girls.' I fluffed my hair around for a while until I decided I was being a bit too fussy, then began hunting for my prey.

I heard her voice coming from Grissom's office, not caring whether or not I was interrupting as I made my way to the door. She sounded frantic, though I couldn't make out what she was saying until I heard, "Catherine isn't supposed to know…"

"Catherine isn't supposed to know what?" I asked, knowing exactly what she was referring to. Grissom tried to dismiss me, as Sara looked at him in sheer panic. The panic escalated when Grissom agreed to send her my way when they were through. I turned to leave, but I couldn't resist giving Sara a little taste of what was to come. I called her name, waiting until she made eye contact for the first time before I spoke. "I won't bite… unless you like that." I could practically see her heart jumping out of her chest.

"Catherine," Grissom warned me, but I ignored him, strutting victoriously out the door.

I waited for her in my office, taking deep breaths whenever I felt my heart start beating more frantically, trying to convince myself that I wasn't as nervous as my body would have me believe. I had the upper hand; Sara didn't know how I felt. Even so, my pulse was racing.

I straightened up as I heard someone coming down the hall, immediately identifying the footsteps as Sara's. The sound stopped, and I waited for several moments, but she did not appear in the doorway.

"I'd be just as happy to have this chat in the hall, Sara," I called, letting her know I was aware she was stalling outside my door. "But for your own sake, I think you might want to come in here."

I couldn't help but grin as she slinked sheepishly around the corner. "Sorry," she muttered, with only a split second of eye contact.

"Shut the door, please?" I requested calmly, rising up from my chair as she complied. Show time.

Sara immediately tried to defend herself. "Look, Cath, it's not what you-"

"Have a seat," I cut her off, my cool exterior never faltering. "Please."

She did as I asked again, but continued to babble. "Catherine, please, if you just let me-"

I cut her off again, this time with a finger against her lips and a simple, "Shh." Her eyes were the size of dinner plates as she stared at me, and I could tell she was having difficulty breathing normally as my finger maintained contact, our faces only inches apart. I made no other move or sound, letting her squirm a moment before her eyes broke away from my own, only to land down the tunnel of my shirt, which I was fully aware I had created as I leaned over her. It was only for a split second before she caught herself, brown eyes snapping back to mine more panicked than ever. I allowed my lips to spread ever so slowly into a mischievous grin, never letting on how incredibly adorable it was to see her face turn tomato red when she knew she was caught.

"So," I said slowly, letting my finger lightly graze her jaw as I lowered it from her lips. "Guess that rumor is true, huh?" Sara didn't reply, staring up at me like a helpless puppy. I moved my face just the slightest bit closer before whispering, "Want to take a better look?"

Sara shook her head 'no,' though not very convincingly. I freed another button anyway, drawing her eyes right back to my chest. "Cat, please," she called hoarsely as she stood up, maneuvering around and away from me. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"I do," I confirmed, following Sara as she leaned against the front of my desk. "It seems I was the last person in the lab to catch wind of some pretty juicy gossip."

She tried to run again, but I placed my hands on the edge of the desk behind her, trapping her between my arms. Her face remained turned to the side, refusing to look at me, so I stepped in closer. I felt her inhale sharply as I pressed my body against hers, leaning in so that my breath would tickle her cheek. "Sara," I cooed, grinning when she shuddered. "If you wanted to fuck me that bad, all you had to do was ask."

Her head snapped towards me instinctively, probably not realizing her face would again be only inches from my own. Before she had time to gauge our proximity, I seized the opportunity and pressed my lips firmly onto hers.

At first she did nothing, but after a moment she began to respond, much to my delight, and relief. For as cool as I was playing things on the outside, inside I was still nervous as hell. I was just beginning to think how very much I wouldn't mind if this lasted all night, when I felt her tense and freeze up.

I felt another wave of nerves, but I hid it well. "What, now you don't want to fuck me?"

"No… I mean yes. I mean…" Sara stuttered.

"Yes you do, or yes you don't?" I tried to clarify.

She shook her head. "No. Yes…"

"Sara," I sighed, my tone letting her know she wasn't making any sense.

"I don't know what's going on right now, Catherine." She sounded even more nervous than I felt, which was saying something. "Why are you messing with me?"

"Because," I leaned in and nipped her bottom lip before replying, "I want you."

I grinned as I saw her visibly gulp at my confession. As much as her body seemed to be ready to give itself over to me, her brain was hesitating. "We can't do this, Cat," she puffed between breaths, sounding more like she was convincing herself.

"Sure we can," I hummed, watching her eyelids flutter shut as I pushed a thigh between her legs. "Bet we'd do it really well, too."

"No, Catherine," she whimpered, biting her lip to keep from reacting to my physical enticement. "It just… wouldn't be right."

Suddenly I knew what the hang up was, and just how to diffuse it. "Sara, if all I wanted was to get laid, do you really think that I would go for a coworker? One that I happen to know already has feelings for me?"

She looked shocked. "You know?"

I couldn't stop an indulgent smile from spreading across my face. "Well, I assumed. But now I know."

"And you still want me?" She still sounded nervous, but it seemed to be dissipating.

"Sara, I want you so bad, it hurts to even look at you."

She chuckled a little, though I wasn't really sure why. "I think I know the feeling."

I wasn't sure what to say, my brain becoming hazier with every moment I remained pressed up against her. The heat radiating from her body, her hands that had settled on my hips, her hot breath hitting my lips.

That was it, coherent thought was gone, and nothing remained but the desire to kiss her. So I did just that. I had intended to go for sweet and sensual, but my mouth had other plans, hungrily tasting her lips, and soon after that her tongue. She moaned quietly, and if there had been any rational thought left in my brain, it was surely out the window now. Her hands finally left my hips, one arm wrapping around my middle and holding me even closer. The other found my hair, pulling back gently to expose my neck as her lips left mine. The moment I felt her hot kisses trailing down my skin, I knew neither of us were going to be able to stop this from becoming a very inappropriate workplace activity, and I didn't care.

I managed to squeeze a hand between our bodies, now with no resistance from Sara, as I unfastened her pants and found my way inside. My last flickering bits of doubt dissipated when I felt her very obvious desire there. I returned my lips to hers, swallowing up her pants and moans as they escalated in volume. I felt nails digging into my skin, continuing to work my fingers as her body went rigid, until finally she melted back into my arms. I had just made Sara Sidle come. It felt amazing.

"Sara?" I called when I was fairly certain she was listening again. Receiving only a hum in reply, I smiled as I stroked her hair. "Will you let me take you out for a drink?"

She smiled back at me, pursing her lips playfully. "Aren't you supposed to ask thatbefore you seduce me?"

"I've never been one to play by the rules," I replied with a quick kiss. "Will you?"

"That depends," she feigned a serious tone. "What are the odds of you putting out on the first date?"

I laughed, finally removing my hand from between her legs, watching her eyes go wide as I licked my fingers. "I'd say… very good to excellent."

"After I'm done killing everyone in the lab for gossiping," Sara said with a mischievous smirk, "remind me to thank them."

The End! Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think! :)