Disclaimer: I don't own anything here. Hard to believe... not.
AN: My mom has taken out the nutcracker band. I feel Christmas-y. So I managed to write something fluffy. Joy.
"Mistletoe? What do you need mistletoe for?"
"Riiight… and this would have nothing to do with you being too chicken to ask out a certain female CSI?"
"It's for a Christmas party! I don't even want to think about how Greg would react if he didn't have an excuse to harass Sara!"
"And we're looking at what would happen if you didn't have an excuse to harass her. Look, all I'm saying is that you could save a few bucks if you just asked her out!"
Catherine sighed and walked into the break room. As much as she hated to admit it, her sister had a point. Buying mistletoe so that she could corner Sara into kissing her wasn't such a brilliant idea.
But what else was she supposed to do? She had been dropping hints for months, and nothing had happened. She needed to take a more direct approach.
An idea struck her just as Greg came walking into the room.
"Hey, Catherine! You finish shopping for the decorations?"
Catherine nodded distractedly. "Yeah, I think so. Greg, do you know where Sara is?"
"Last I saw she was in the locker room. Why-"
She walked out of the break room and headed towards the locker room.
Sure enough, Sara was there just finishing up the laces on her boots.
Catherine marched closer to her and slammed Sara into the lockers- and then proceeded to kiss her senseless.
A few seconds later she pulled away, looking into shocked brown eyes.
"Should I buy mistletoe for the party, or not?"
Sara blinked, obviously not quite sure of what was happening to her.
"You're a smart girl, Sidle. Figure it out."
Smirk firmly in place, Catherine left Sara stunned against the lockers.
Shift had been extremely boring. Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. The one case of the entire night had gone to Sara and Warrick.
Catherine walked into the locker room and prepared to head out for the night, feeling completely drained. She had hoped that Sara would at least come by and talk to her.
She was about to open her locker when she was twirled around and met by a pair of incredibly soft lips.
Before she could get a chance to respond, Sara pulled back, breathing hard and looking very appealing with her gap-toothed grin firmly in place.
"You'll do just fine without it."