CSI: Sunnydale
by Rin
Kate
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A/N: I've been meaning to update this since I got off for break but things keep coming up. Anyways...here's the next episode!!
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Darla watched the newest crime scene. It was another two weeks, and those two still weren't lovers. She was missing something; she just knew it. Something was causing them not to sleep together...what was it? She'd never been this impatient before, always waiting to make her art perfect but Darla was seriously considering just killing these two right after forcing them to sleep together. Then again, it'd ruin all of her perfectly laid plans.
There...
What was that look? The detective...the way she looked at the redhead just now...
Could the redhead be getting some on the side? With the detective? Hmm...interesting... That would explain a lot.
Darla revised her battle plan for the evening, and decided to follow the blonde detective instead. After all, it wasn't like her two future victims were going to do anything. She'd just have a minion keep watch tonight.
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Kate was exhausted. Yet another crime unsolved. If she didn't love her job so much, she'd quit or transfer to another place. What was keeping her here anyways?
Willow.
It always came down to the redhead. It wasn't like they were so madly in love they couldn't control themselves. If that were the case, they'd still be together. But something about the redhead always made Kate want her...even after all this time. It'd been six months since they'd been together, and she was confused why this last big case didn't find them in old habits. It was usually the only time Kate got to see Willow's passionate side, her cool, reserved demeanor gone for a night or two.
Maybe it was time to find a new person to obsess over. There had to be something more than to pine over ex-girlfriends. Something must have kept Willow out of her bed this last time...but what? Was Willow just tired of her? Was there a new lover? Endless possibilities, and Willow never let any hint or sign show that would give an answer.
Kate dug in the top of her closet, and pulled down a box, taking it in the living room, where she had a beer and some leftover pizza waiting for her. Dumping the box beside the couch, she opened the lid, and looked into the contents. This was her Willow box. All the memories from their relationship put into one box. She really should return that blue sweater. Pictures...lots of programs and movie stubs. Restaurant receipts. Concert tickets, parking stubs. They really did go out a lot...but never really stayed at home, just...cuddled, talked. It was always about work when they were out, too. Willow never really did open up to her; Kate realized that she really didn't know the redhead much at all, at least emotionally. So, what is it about Willow Rosenberg that keeps her wanting more? Is it because she craves to see Willow's emotional side?
Is it because her father adores her? That it was the first time since she can remember that her father gave much mind to her.
Her father was a great detective, so why couldn't he pick up on how miserable they really were? Did he really want her to be happy, or just with somebody as prestigious and career-motivated as Willow?
Damn Willow for being so gorgeous, and damn her thricewise for being such an excellent lover. Kate didn't realize she was crying until her tears fell onto her now cold pizza. She finished off her beer before going for the hard stuff.
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Darla wanted to know what was in the box, why the detective was so upset. Deciding that she knew exactly what to do, she took off to prepare her new step to getting at the two CSIs. Who knows? She could have a little fun in the process.
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The next week, Darla found herself watching the sun rise outside the window of the cafe where she knew the detective would be today. She stayed in the darkest corner, dressed in her best business suit. She did a lot of research (or rather had her minions break into the detective's files), and found that the cute little detective was going to be easier than she thought.
Just like clockwork. Every Thursday morning, after shift...
The detective ordered, as Darla just watched her from her own corner, pretending to sip her coffee. She watched as the detective read her newspaper, and sipped at her own coffee. When the waitress came to refill her cup, Darla deflected her attention.
"I'd like to have her for breakfast. My treat, if you'll kindly ask her to join me." Darla smirked at the waitress. "I promise there's a bigger tip in it than your entire week's paycheck."
"Yes, ma'am." The waitress didn't need to be told twice, as she walked over to Kate's table. When the blonde detective looked, Darla simply feigned a wave. She wasn't surprised when the woman made her way to the table but left her stuff there.
"I'm sorry. It's very nice of you but I just want to enjoy breakfast by myself this morning, and read the newspaper." Kate looked at the stunning woman, in her loosely buttoned blouse, blonde hair pulled back, and rectangle glasses hiding gorgeous blue eyes. The blazer sitting next to her told Kate that she was a business woman of some kind, or a professional. Somebody prone to wearing expensive suits, and getting what she wants.
"I don't mean to interrupt your breakfast, really. I just thought you'd like some company. It never hurts to take a break from the news, especially when you probably already know the law section." Darla pointed to the badge and gun holster on Kate's belt. "Won't you let me have you for breakfast?"
"I..." Kate wasn't sure...but there was something very sexual in that proposition. She found her face heating up, and her mouth go dry. "I guess it wouldn't hurt but don't be surprised if I'm not the best company this morning."
"I highly doubt you'd be anything but great company, my dear detective." Darla sent her sexy leer towards the detective, not surprised that she'd coerced the blonde into the seat across from her. "So, tell me, detective. Do you have a name?"
"Lockwood. Kate. Detective Kate Lockwood." She accepted the new cup of coffee from the waitress, and turned to see her own booth being cleaned for the next customer. It would be the first time in over a year that she'd broken her Thursday morning tradition but something in this blonde woman's eyes and voice told her she wanted to eat with her today.
"Just getting off work?" Darla was never happier about being an ancient.
"Yes, actually. I work the night shift at SDPD."
"Sunnydale's finest. I've learned so much about this town in my time here. It is quite...an appetizing little place." Darla smirked again when she saw the detective flush.
"Do you have a name? I'm not exactly prone to sit with strangers." Kate found herself warming to the thoughts this blonde was sending her.
"Just call me Darla."
"Do you live in Sunnydale, Darla? I can't say that I've seen you before, and it's not like this is L.A." Kate accepted her breakfast, and noticed the lack of food being brought to her boothmate. "Are you not eating?"
"Oh...not yet. I ate not too long before I came here, so my appetite isn't for food right now." Darla couldn't hide the smirk, as Kate adjusted herself. "I'm just passing through Sunnydale. I'm on...business, you could say. I have a big project I want to finish before I leave."
The rest of breakfast continued like this until it was time for Kate to leave.
"Won't you let me have you for dinner one night when you're not working?" Darla made sure her eyes travelled the athletic form of the detective. She could definitely have fun.
"I'm not sure that...well, I mean..." Kate was flustered by this woman's innuendoes. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to meet somewhere? There's a nice restaurant not far from here. We could meet here, if you'd like."
"It's a date. I'll meet you here at 7:23."
"That's an odd time."
"I don't get off work until the sun sets." Darla made sure the detective knew she was being checked out as she left the restaurant.
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"Something wrong?" Buffy noticed Willow's frown.
"Hmm? No...just...I had a funny feeling just now. It's gone now...just...something was off. I'm not sure what." Willow snuggled further into the couch. "I'll be glad for the next few days off, though. I plan on sleeping as much as possible."
"I don't plan on you sleeping that much." Buffy's tone indicated some naughty plans.
"Buff..." Willow sighed before extracting herself from the cuddle and picking up the breakfast plates from the table, heading to the kitchen. Willow started the dishes before the blonde tentatively took a seat at the island stool.
"I'm sorry...it's just..." Buffy could sense the tenseness in her girlfriend. "I want you so much...more than I've wanted anything in my life. I know you're not ready...for that...but...I can't help but think you don't want me."
"No, nothing like that at all." Willow turned around, brow furrowed now. "I want you so much I can't breathe sometimes. I just...I don't trust myself not to do to you what I did to Kate and the others. I just...I want this to work, and I'm afraid that if I let myself go completely, give myself completely to you, then I'll panic and try to run away again...and I don't want to run away."
"Wills..." Buffy moved to wrap her girlfriend in a warm embrace. "You won't run."
"You can't know that."
"I do. I love you so much, Willow...and I think you love me too, even if you never say it. It's in the way you look at me like I'm the only one there, the way you kiss me like there's nothing else in the world, the way you touch me and your own skin gets goosebumps. I know you won't run...because I know you. Whether you like it or not, Willow Rosenberg, you're in love with me, and you're not going anywhere."
"I do...I just...I'm not that..." Willow took a deep breath. "Buff..."
"I know, Willow. You'll say it when you're ready. In the meantime, I'm okay with those earth-shattering kisses and soul-reaching touches. I haven't gone anywhere yet, have I? Sure...I want so much more...I do want all of you. I want to see your face contort into pleasure...I want to...I want to see your expression when I make you come...I want to kiss you all over, no patch of skin untouched. I wake up, just thinking about how amazing finally getting to be with you completely is going to be, and I feel like I'm going to burst if I don't get to touch you soon...but I'll wait. You're more than worth the wait."
"I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about." Buffy kissed the redhead's forehead before smoothing back loose red locks. "Let's get some sleep. It'll happen when it's supposed to. I have faith in you."
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"Faith, any luck?" Giles was shutting down for the night when he noticed his young charge sitting at his desk.
"No luck, Jeeves. I checked Willy's, and nobody seems to know where Darla disappeared to. She just vanished...maybe those two CSI chicks dusted her, or there's a new player in town that's not bleeped my radar yet." Faith propped her boots on the table, not caring that the cemetary mud was falling off onto her watcher's desk.
"Well, keep searching. In the meantime, I'll continue with my research, and try to discover some pattern we must've missed. I'll contact the coven in Devonshire, and see if they can do a locator spell. Go home, and get some rest before your patrol tonight. You don't look like you've slept in days." Giles pushed her feet from his desk, as the loud thump resounded from her boots hitting the floor. "I've nothing more at this time."
"Well...you promised you'd tell me about B and Red."
"Not tonight, Faith."
"You say that every night. You're worse than a bored housewife." Faith huffed before leaving the morgue. It was true. She was tired, not having slept because she was looking for Darla. She could still sense her presence but couldn't find any trace at all. Maybe it was time to approach those two professional investigators...maybe it was time for the Slayer to bring in reinforcements.