This will be one long story with 12 short stories, all about Sara and Sofia. Each story stands for itself, has it's own case, but they belong together, telling the story of our two ladies. I wanted to try something new, couldn't figure out a long story with a plot so I made twelve small cases in one big story. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Part 1

"They sent the biggest bitch they have in the lab."

"They sent the smuggest detective in the PD."

Sara had been called to a crime scene in one of the less nicer areas in Las Vegas. A prostitute had been found dead in a dumpster. The first thing she found there was Sofia, waiting for her with a toothpick in her mouth.

"How were your two days San Diego?" Sara got her gloves out of the kit.

"I left the beach only for sleeping."

"You left it for sleeping or for something else?"

"Yes, I slept, don't think too bad of me."

"Come on, you in your bikini on the beach, I bet you won't be longer than fifteen minutes alone if you want."

"Five." Sofia cocked a brow.

"Arrogant."

"Realist."

Sara smirked. She knew Sofia was right. But would never admit that. Instead of going further with this topic, she turned her attention back to the crime scene. "What do we have?"

"Female db, no i.d., no wallet. I guess early twenties. A working girl, the way she's dressed and nobody else would walk around here."

"Who found her?"

"Anonymous 911 caller, female voice, they've sent the call to the lab, it came from a public phone. I sent an officer to it, he secures the scene for you. I won't wait for you at a telephone box anymore."

"Thanks." Sara ignored the hint. She had never led Sofia wait at a telephone box, she didn't receive the call earlier. No matter how often she told that the blonde, she didn't believe her.

"You're welcome. I'll have a look around, don't think we'll find any surveillance cameras but you never know."

"I'll get started." A dumpster case, that meant, she had to climb in the dumpster and would stink for the rest of the night. No wonder nobody wanted to join her.

The body was on top of what looked like restaurant waste. Great, together with a lot fibers and food, Sara had good chances of DNA of people eating spare-ribs and leaving their saliva on the bones, that transferred it on the body.

"We've got no surveillance, no witnesses and no signs of struggle." Sofia came back, kept a straight face when she found Sara in the dumpster. It was obvious that Sara smelled as bad as she looked. Her jumpsuit was full with dirt of whatever was in the dumpster. She had stopped counting what different kind of food and sauces she had on her clothes. All she was trying to do was keeping her face clean. So far it worked – she hoped.

"Nobody sees anything in this area."

"Yeah." Sofia cocked her head while she beheld Sara interested. "You know, you're probably the nicest thing this dumpster has ever seen."

Sara got up and looked confused at Sofia. "What do you want?" There had to be something wrong or the blonde wanted a favor. Otherwise there was no reason for her to say something like that.

"Why do you think I want something?"

"I'm the nicest thing this dumpster has ever seen?"

"I said probably. Until one minute ago because now it can see me."

"Besides the fact that a dumpster can't see because it has no eyes, you don't count because you're outside and who said you look better than I do?"

"Shall we go out the next time we've got a night off and try who gets the most guys?"

"No. You are too old for this kind of stupid game and I am too sensible."

"Coward."

"Detective, concentrate on the case, please."

"Sorry. I talked to a few girls around, they said our vic hasn't worked the streets, at least not in this area. Nobody has seen her before."

"This is not the primary crime scene. There's not enough blood around. But she doesn't look like street."

"No, she looks upper class. It's a little bit later now but I want to hit the hot spots later. Do you want to come with me? After your shower of course."

"If I go this way nobody will lay a hand on me."

"Nobody will get close to you, nobody will talk to you and I won't share a car with you."

"And I thought you love me." Sara tried to look insulted what wasn't that easy when you tried at the same not to breath through your nose because of the smell.

"I do – when you're clean. How much longer will you need?"

"The dumpster is full, I doubt you'll help me, so it will take some more time. Three hours."

"I'll catch you in four hours in the lab, after your shower and your first report. I try to find something out about her. It would be easier with a name and an address."

"She hasn't been dead for a long time, four hours."

"Probably too early for missing persons but I'll give it a try. See you in a bit."

"Later, detective."

"You smell better."

"You're still smug." Sara rubbed her hair dry.

"It's in my blood."

"That's what I reckon. What did you find out?"

"Nobody listed her as missing. What about DNA and fingerprints?"

"It's all in the lab, they're running it."

"Good. Would be nice to have a name. Are you ready?"

"Yes. Where do we go?"

"To the crème de la crème of Vegas working girls. There are not so many high end working girls."

"In a place where prostitution is prohibited it's clear you make a lot of money with it. What's the first destination?"

"We will visit an old friend."

"An old friend?" Sara sat next to Sofia in the car. She didn't know Sofia had old friends in the scene of working girls and pimps. The detective could surprise all the time.

"Yes. Lady Heather."

"Heather? This girl didn't look like she worked SM."

"Not as the submission part, no. But maybe she was the dominant one or wanted to work for Heather. She is anyway a good start."

"She won't tell you anything more than anybody else."

"I know. But maybe she'll tell you more."

"Sofia, are you going to use me to get information? In a not professional way?"

"Come on, since you and Grissom are not…whatever you were…"

"A couple."

"Awful thought." There was no need to pretend anything, Sofia knew about Sara and Grissom. They have talked about that often enough, even if the blonde was never a fan of the relationship. She and Sara were friends, no doubt, but that didn't mean, they had the same taste and same opinion about everything and everybody. And as much as Sofia liked Grissom and worth shipped him as a person and a CSI, she couldn't imagine him as a lover of Sara. The age gap was too big for Sofia's taste and Grissom didn't seem to be that kind of person the brunette needed to be happy. They were in many ways the same but there were some really big differences between them in the emotional area, that Sofia wasn't surprised that this relationship didn't work out. Sara was very sensitive, she needed somebody who paid a lot of attention to her mood and emotions.

"You're jealous."

"Yes I am. I'm not quite sure of whom, but that's a thing I can figure out later. I'll never understand why you picked him."

"I like smart people with power. And we had this thing going on between us right from the first time we met."

"So had we."

"Yeah, I hated you."

"You don't hate me anymore."

"No, I don't. After I got you away from Grissom and him to pick me, I was fine with you around."

"And now you're both on the market again. I might try to get one of you later."

"Maybe we don't want you."

"Impossible." Sofia laughed. She knew that Sara knew she was only joking and she was happy, they could share these jokes. "I know Heather won't tell you more than me, but we can try it anyway." She got back to the case.

"Yeah. I haven't seen Heather for a long time."

"Professional or private?" Sofia smirked.

"Both"

"Well, we'll change that."

"Both?" Now Sara was smirking.

"Would you like to visit Lady Heather with me while we are not on duty? What would you like to do with me there, Sara?"

"Maybe you'll find out one day."

"Sounds like a promise."

"Detective, you should concentrate on the case we're on and get your dirty fantasies out of your head."

"You asked if we can change that you see Heather after work."

"You forgot there's no 'we'."

"Sara, there is a 'we'. We are colleagues. We are friends. We are crazy."

"If Brass and Gil would hear what we talk while we are supposed to think about how to catch a killer, they'd fire us."

"They don't fire their best girls."

"Are you always that arrogant?"

"Imbibed it with my mother's milk."

"Looks like. And it still there, like Obelix and the magic potion. But your body isn't that round."

"Thanks got for that. Don't compare me to a fat comic guy. Take at least somebody nice, Cinderella for example."

"Sleepy Beauty."

"Now you're talking. Let's see if we can make Heather talk too." Sofia parked the car in front of Lady Heather's house. According to the cars in front of it, it was still busy. Five in the morning and people were still out, looking for some pain; giving or receiving.

"Sex sells."

"We might be in the wrong business." Sara said.

"If we would change, I'm sure we would be very successful. But I think we're perfect where we are."

"Yeah, you're right." They rang the bell. It was Lady Heather herself who opened the door. Sara knew about the camera over the door, she was sure, Heather had seen them.

"Detective Curtis, Sara, what can I do for you?"

"Good morning." Sara smiled. "We're here on business."

"I didn't expect anything else of you." The Lady laughed warmly.

"May we come in?" Sara had no idea why but Lady Heather made her always very polite.

"You may." Lady Heather guided them to a small room, offered them a sofa and walked to a cabinet.

"Being on the job I don't have to offer you any alcohol. Would you like coffee?"

"This isn't a social call." Sofia started.

"Detective Curtis, still impatience and kind of rude. I wonder why I confuse you so much. Do I scare you?"

"No!" Sofia answered a little bit too fast.

"We'd love some coffee, thanks Heather." Sara laid her hand for a second on Sofias and smiled at her friend. No need to get harsh, Heather wasn't a suspect, she was a source..

"I thought so. Black and cream with one sugar?"

"Yes." Sofia had to swallow. Why did the dominatrix know how she drank her coffee? They had met once, Sofia wasn't even sure if she had coffee at that time and Lady Heather seemed to know this little detail.

"It's my job to read people, detective."

"I didn't know you're a psychic too. I thought you're a dominatrix."

"Are you distracted by that?"

"No I am not. And we are not here to talk about that." Sara put her hand back on Sofia and shook her head. The detective was over-reacting.

"Really?" Lady Heather came with three cups of coffee back to the table.

"Heather, we found the body of a young woman this night." Sara held her hand on Sofias. "She was left dead in a dumpster and we think, she was a working girl. Would you mind taking a look at a photo? In case you saw here before. We've no i.d. and nothing so far that can tell us who she was."

"I certainly can take a look." Heather smiled softly at Sara.

"Thank you." Sara took a photo out of her kit and handed it over to Heather.

The Lady took a long look at it.

"She didn't work here, I don't think she ever came to here and asked for a job. But she didn't work the streets."

"No, we don't think she did."

"She wears pretty expensive stuff. No jewels, but she used to wear some."

"Yes, earrings, ring, a bracelet."

"I'm sorry I can't help you about her identity."

"It was worth a try." Sara sighed.

"You don't need a dead body to come along, Sara."

"I know. Thanks."

"We've to go on." Sofia got up.

Lady Heather smiled about the almost flight of the detective. "Sit down, detective. I said I can't help you about her identity, that doesn't mean I can't help you at all. You're too impatience."

Sara stopped herself from chuckling.

"Are you playing us?" Sofia snapped.

"No, I'm not." Heather ignored Sofia's temper. "See this?" She pointed on the skirt.

"Of course."

"This one is a special skirt, you get it in only one shop in the whole city: SHEWEARS. They have nothing else in their shop than their own brand. The price is five hundred minimum. The most popular shop with the rich ones. That tells me your girl was either a wealthy woman but they don't end up working this kind of job or she had a rich man."

"A rich man who wanted to get rid off her." Sara said.

"Or got killed too but dumped somewhere else." Sofia suggested.

"You'll find out."

"Thanks Heather." Sara got up. "We'll have a look around the shop."

"Good luck with that." Heather got up and brought them to the front door. "Whenever you've got further questions, don't hesitate to come or call. I wish you a successful night, detective. Sara."

"See you around, Heather." Sara smiled.

"Good bye." Sofia was very happy to be out of the house and walked fast to her car.

"Can I ask you something?" Sara asked.

"Sure."

"What is it about Heather that makes you uneasy?"

"She doesn't make me uneasy." Sofia grumbled.

"Since when are you lying to me?"

"I don't." Sofia stopped in front of a traffic light and turned to Sara. "I…I don't know."

"She won't hurt you."

"Why does she know how I like my coffee?"

"You're the cream and sugar type."

"Am I? Why?"

"Well, black is for us realistic geeks, cream is for the ones who like to play and one sugar for all the fans of sweets who want to keep their gorgeous body."

"You think my body is gorgeous?" Immediately Sofia's bad mood was gone. She loved compliments.

"Sofia, she won't hurt you."

"I know, I'm the one with the gun."

"No need to attack her. Even if she'd tried to hurt you, I'd have been there to save you."

"Saving is my job."

"You know what I mean."

"I don't know." Sofia started driving again. "She just….I can't explain."

"Well, the next time you'll relax a little bit more. She likes you."

"What? Why?"

Sara laughed. Sofia's questions sounded very anxious.

"Okay, for your sake: She likes me and she knows I like you and that's why she likes you. Can you live with that?"

"You are making that up."

"Yes, I don't like you."

"Shut up." Sofia nudged Sara. "Tell me where to go next?"

"The next left. We can leave the shop for later."

"It won't open before ten."

"I love long shifts."

"Let's say we go to the shop, get all the information, head back to the lab, have lunch and sleep?"

"Sounds like a date."

"I wouldn't connect a date with work."

"We'll be absolutely tired after lunch….turn the next right, please…what do you think of, we get some food and eat at my place? After that you can drop on the couch and don't need to drive."

"Sounds perfect to me."

"Chinese?"

"I love cookies."

"Yes, you can have mine too."

"I love you too."

"Tell me something I don't know. At the end of the street left."

"Who's the smug one now?"

"Who's right?"

"You. For both."

"As usual. All right, here we are. SWEETEST LADIES."

"You'll stay right by my side, I don't want to lose you in there. I'm afraid the first guy will grab you because you fit perfect to this club when I see the name."

"Stop it, Detective Slimy."

"Some women can't take compliments." Sofia grinned and got out of the car.