Chapter 1 - Dinner Plans

Pairing:: Sara/Catherine

Rating:: PG 13

Spoilers:: None

Disclaimer:: Not my show! Sadly.

Summary:: Sara's tense and needs to relieve her stress, and Catherine is here to save the day!



PART 1, DINNER PLANS



Shift was just ending and I sat in the locker room when Catherine strode in behind me.

"Remember the animal bones I mentioned?"

I really didn't want to hear about her bear-bones case. My double homicide case was hard enough. I hadn't slept in 5 days.

I turned. "I do."

"Well Rin Tin Tin actually found them." She went to her locker.

"The Vic's dog?" I asked.

She nodded. "They were buried on a farmland out in the country. I was pretty sure the stuff was animal, but i brought it into the ME office just in case. I spent most of today going through it.

I sighed. "And?"

"I found a pair of human hand bones."

"Mixed in with Smokey?" I tried to sound interested.

She nodded again, regarding me with ice blue eyes.

"So tomorrow's going to be another special day." My heart plunged.

"Unfortunately. Look, I'm really sorry. You know I'd rather spend it with you."

"We can go to the beach anytime. The ocean will always be there." I said. "If Hooch has unearthed a homicide, you dont want the perp relocating his Vic."

"No." She agreed, closing her locker door.

"You gotta do what you gotta do." I mumbled.

"Right."

I was, of course, nevertheless I was frustrated with her. It was the third time she'd blown me off this week.

I leaned forward, arched my back, and rotated my head. Things crunched in my neck.

Cath sat next to me and scootched close.

"Turn."

I did.

Catherine began kneading my shoulders with strong, circular movements.

I closed my eyes.

"Mmm."

"Too hard?"

"Hm uhm." I hadn't realized how tense i was.

Catherine ran a thumb along the inner edge of each shoulder.

A tiny groan curled up from my throat. I cut it off.

"You're going to wear yourself out, Sara."

She's right. This case will be the death of me.

Cath's thumbs moved to the base of my skull.

Ohgod.

Up the back of my head.

Ohmygod.

Back down, across my shoulders, and along the muscles to either side of my spine.

Full groan.

Seconds later the hands withdrew and I grumbled.

"Here's a plan."

I opened my eyes.

Catherine was leaning back, fingers laced behind her head.

"I'm buying you dinner."

"No argument. Where?"

She flashed me a million dollar smile. "Your choice."

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