Title: Deal 1/1
Author: Tim
Pairing: C/S
Rating: Tame
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoilers: nada
AN: Thanks C for keeping me sane.
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Ever since Sara came back, we have been playing a game of flirt tag that sometimes has gotten pretty heated, but I think both of our pasts have us each scared to take things further. Work has been ever more fun too because we have become the female version of Warrick and Nick. We make friendly wagers like they do, and it drives Grissom off the wall. That is probably why he pairs us off, so we can't, and tonight is one of those nights. Sara is upstairs while I am downstairs. We're hoping to get the evidence, log it in, and go to breakfast with Lindsay before she goes off to school.

I heard a thump before hearing Sara's favorite four letter word. I stood up and scaled the steps two at a time before calling out Sara's name, so I knew which room she was in. When I found her, she was just getting up, and she was holding her left arm against her body, "Sara, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just hit my funny bone, that's all. I'll bag the last of this and be right down," she said as I nodded before heading back downstairs to finish up my stuff.

Fifteen minutes later, I had all my stuff packed up, but Sara still hadn't made it down, so I ran back upstairs to find her holding her arm this time, "Okay, you're going to the hospital."

"I'd rather have my arm chopped off than go there," she stated with a pained expression on her face.

"Tough Sara, you're going," as I pulled out my phone to have Grissom get Greg to pick up our evidence.

For once I was glad that Sara and I took separate cars, so when we reached her Denali, I held out my hand, "Keys," as I got a look of deviance in return, "Stop being childish and just give them to me," returning with my own 'won't take no for an answer' look.

I wasn't all that surprised that our trip to the hospital was quiet, as was the wait in the waiting room even though I filled out her paperwork, but she did grab my hand to come with her when a doctor finally saw her. She even held my hand as we waited for the x-rays, and this time, I wasn't about to ruin it by talking to her.

About a half an hour later, we found out that Sara fractured her elbow and would be in a cast for six weeks. He also mentioned that it might be easier if she had someone to take care of her, but it wasn't necessary. He gave me the prescription for her pain meds that I went to fill while he gave her final instructions. By the time I came back, she was almost dead on her feet, so I help her up and drove us over to my place.

Breakfast was entertaining. I got Sara fed, and Lindsay off to school before taking Sara down the hall to the guest room. I knew she might need assistance, but she was stubborn enough not to ask, and I had just turn around when, "Catherine, I....uhm....need a hand with my....uh....zipper," Sara said nervously as I turned around and helped her get ready for bed.

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Six weekss later, we had just gotten back from the doctor's before I went into the kitchen to get lunch started. Sara and I had started 'dating' since her accident, and i say it like that because we have had quite a few meals alone together followed by some heated making out. Sara may have only had use of one arm, but her hand 'went' places.

While I was tossing the salad, Sara wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned her mouth down to my ear, "After we eat, I want to play strip poker and actually see this body that I have been touching for so long."

I spun around in her arms and kissed her tenderly, "You're on, but house rules. Winner picks the articles of clothing,"

"Deal."