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10 August 2005 @ 08:04 pm
Impulse - new CWR fic  
Title: Impulse
Pairing: CWR
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: soft R
Disclaimer: not my characters, not making money with them, just playing around
Betas: the inestimable diachrony and desdemonaspace, without them, this would be far more painful.

Comments welcome, loved even! Criticism will cause me to curse, but become a better writer, so ... say what you will.

A well-chewed pen in her mouth, Catherine perused the folder in her hands as she paced slowly toward Gil’s office. The report on the Jonston case was nearly finished, needing only Grissom’s once-over and stamp of approval before going to the DA. Head bent over her work, Catherine didn’t notice Greg amongst the general office shuffle until he popped up beside her, craning to see over her shoulder.

“Where you going, Cath?” An expectant, almost puppyish expression gleamed on Greg’s face. The older woman tried to stifle a prickle of irritation. He was just like a clingy little brother practicing hero worship.

”Greg. Please don’t --” The young man crumpled a bit at her sharp tone, and Catherine sighed.

“Never mind. I’m dropping off a report for Grissom.”

This was apparently just the opening Greg wanted. “The Jonston case?” he asked diffidently. “Thought you were basically done with that.” The boy was nearly bouncing in front of her, grinning like a comedian waiting for his audience to get the joke.

Oh god. Exasperated. Catherine folded her arms and glared. “What, Greg?”

Glancing at the passing coworkers who were beginning to stare at his antics, Greg pulled the protesting CSI to the side of the hall.

“Well,” he said, looking embarrassed, “can I take it?”

Catherine furrowed her brow at him. “What on earth do you want with --”

“No! I don’t want to mess with your report; I just want to take it to Gris. I need to talk to him.”

Arresting the automatic scornful response, Catherine eyed Greg thoughtfully. Gil had been avoiding the overly energetic man recently, and Greg desperately wanted to get out into the field more often. With a slow wicked smile, Catherine handed over her case file.


Greg fairly skipped toward Grissom’s office, throwing indiscriminate kisses behind him.

Catherine chuckled. Her boss could do with a shake-up. Satisfied, she headed to the locker room for her keys.

The room was dim and full of shadows. Warrick sat shirtless on the bench in front of an open locker, back to the door. Catherine caught a glimpse of a pained grimace as he kneaded his neck, tendons standing out like elevator cables.

Brought up short by that unconscious beauty, as always. Her fingers tingled with the urge to stroke smooth skin.

Warrick turned and saw the blonde woman, outlined in the faint light from the hall. He smiled tiredly. “Hey, Cath.”

Released from her reverie, Catherine stepped closer. “Warrick, are you all right?” The closer she got, the stronger the tingle.

“Oh, I’m fine. Just a muscle spasm.” He sighed and gripped the offending area with both hands, elbows spread wide.

Without thinking, Catherine gently pulled his clenching fingers away and dug her thumbs into the pressure points there. With a surprised grunt that turned into an eye-rolling moan, the tense body relaxed.

“Man, where have you been all my life?” Warrick’s dark voice was a purr.

Having begun, Catherine made a snap decision. Leaning closer, she ran one hand lightly down the rippled back, slipping the other over one shoulder to rest on his chest. She felt him shiver.

She paused, hands resting lightly. “No?” she asked, attempting a breeziness she didn’t feel.

Warrick trailed fingertips along the soft forearm under his chin. “Woman, you’re playing with fire here.” His voice was deep and breathy with surprise. And perhaps something else.

Catherine’s lips curved in response. “I know. I was counting on it.”

Chuckling, Warrick turned to look squarely at her. After a beat, he reached up, fingers lacing in the honey-gold hair, and wordlessly asked for her lips.

Catherine pushed into him, demanding, fitting herself into his lap. He broke the kiss, chest heaving, eyes bright. “Let’s go to my place. Do this right.”


The waning night was hot and arid, dry air pulling the sweat from their bodies. Catherine laid the back of one hand over Warrick’s pounding heart. He captured her fingers and brought them to his cheek. After a beat, he propped himself up on one elbow, face tight.

Catherine smiled quizzically. Warrick opened his mouth to speak, and stopped.

“Warrick?” The delicate features became serious and gripped she his fingers tightly. “What is it?”

The gray-blue eyes cast sideways. “I don’t do flings too well,” he said quietly. “If that’s all you want, that’s cool, I can deal.” Taking a deep breath, he caught her gaze again. “But you need to know - that’s not all I want.”

Catherine felt suspended. She’d never expected this obvious depth of emotion.

Leaning even closer, Warrick whispered, “What do you want?” His intense face was a bare inch away.

Catherine’s mouth quivered into a smile. “Can we - I - I don’t know -” she stammered. “Can we just take things a little slower?”

Warrick’s face fell and he closed his eyes. “No?” he asked quietly.

“Warrick!” Catherine said forcefully, willing him to meet her gaze again. “Just - not yet. Give me a little time.”

After a beat, Warrick smiled. “Okay then.” He kissed her forehead gently. “You interested in breakfast?”

Catherine relaxed, and grinned suddenly.

The younger man yelped in gleeful surprise when she rolled him over, pinning his wrists to the bed.

“How about ... brunch?”
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Desdemona's Space Station and Bait Shop: pure sexdesdemonaspace on August 11th, 2005 02:55 am (UTC)
Tallian: naughty bookworm - (icon_monkey)_tallian_ on August 11th, 2005 11:35 pm (UTC)
Oh yes. :D Thanks for all the help with it!!!
Merryalienseas on August 11th, 2005 03:34 pm (UTC)
Oh, *very* nice. I like this a lot. Your Warrick is absolutely pitch-perfect. Lovely!
Tallian: JewelShy - (unknown)_tallian_ on August 11th, 2005 11:37 pm (UTC)
Good! I'm glad Warrick is coming through well; I was a little worried about that ...