Desire
Part 14 of the Diurnal Dreaming Series.
by maven
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Characters owned by CBS Television, Jerry Bruckheimer and a few other production and distribution companies. "Desire" belongs to U2 and Island Records.
RATINGS DISCLAIMER: PG Rating. Catherine/Sara. Just two (Greg and Sara) or three people )if you count Bono) talking.
CONTINUITY DISCLAIMER: Season Five spoilers and setting. No real case specific spoilers.
CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE: This is the answer to Femvamp's snowbound challenge where Catherine is to fall back on her coke habit and Sara is to find out. Couldn't quite do that.
RESEARCH DISCLAIMER: I watch the show, I read an article in the Toronto Star and this website http://members.aol.com/remiped/csi-news-realcsi.htm. That's about it.
STORY SPECIFIC NOTES: Watched Rattle and Hum. The song starts with the letter D.
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~Yeah~
Catherine walks into the break room at the end of her shift just as Bono breathes through the earphones hanging around my neck and right into my libido.
~Lover, I'm on the street. Gonna go where the bright lights and the big city meet. With a red guitar...~
She catches my eye as I watch her over my copy of the Journal of Forensic Sciences.
~...on fire. Desire.~
Greg, his back to the door, looks up from across the table. "Case bothering you?" he asks quietly. He's waiting for the same results I am, taking advantage of the delay to take a rare break.
~She's a candle burning in my room. Yeah, I'm like the needle, needle and spoon.~
I shake my head and turn from watching Catherine wash her coffee mug. "What do you mean?"
~Over the counter with a shotgun. Pretty soon everybody got one.~
"Your face just went all Spock."
~And the fever when I'm beside her... Desire, desire...~
She and I aren't equal. Not really. I'm the one who programs the VCR while she looks with the fundraiser at the door. I deal with mechanics and repairmen while she deals with salesclerks and waiters. I help Lindsey with her school work; she with her school friends.
~And the fever...getting higher.~
I've lost track of the conversation. "What do you mean?" I ask him.
~Desire, desire...~
"You know, no feelings. No emotion."
~Burning, burning.~
"You're not much of a Trekkie, are you?"
~She's the dollars, she's my protection. Yeah she's a promise in the year of election.~
"Nah, that's Archie."
~Oh sister, I can't let you go...~
I decide not to get into a discussion over the nuances in the difference between controlling your emotions and not having any. That's just something I can't verbalize at the moment. Not when she's smiling at me as she dries the mug.
~Like a preacher stealing hearts at a traveling show.~
Not when she's seducing me with her look...
~For love or money money money money money money~
... enticing by the simple act of breathing.
~money money money money money~
I used to want to be emotionless, to not feel.
~And the fever, getting higher~
But I can't imagine not wanting to feel this. I can't imagine not needing this.
~Desire~
"I'm going to walk Catherine to her car." I stand and fold over the magazine and hand it to Greg.
~Desire~
"Can I watch?"
~Desire~
I yank the magazine back and swat him across the head. "Down boy."
~Desire~
"I'll page you when the results come," he says, stressing the final word so much that I swat him again as she leaves the room.
~Desire~
She and I aren't equal. And when we dance, she leads.
~Desire~
And, to paraphrase U2 some more, I will always follow.
END
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