Okay...so, this isn't new, and I've got 20 that says you'll be able to tell that (by the uber sweet writing skill displayed within) right away, but fair warning anyways. At least this time it's been beta'd and there aren't so many cuss words. Apparently, I was having a bad day or something when I wrote this way back when. My bad.
I don't own CSI...because that would be something of total awesomeness...and something completely impossible.
Kakidoll is, of course, the absolute best by way of dealing with me when it comes to sending her random things to beta. TDCSI is the...well, she is just dirty minded and is the sole reason this is a re-post.
"Well this is just great Sara, just freaking great! Really, could you have messed up anymore than this?! This evidence is completely screwed now!"
"How the hell can you blame this on me, Catherine? This is such crap! Not all of the evidence is screwed, just yours."
"You ladies need to calm down a bit here."
"Shut up, Brass!" That seemed to be the only thing that they had agreed on all day.
Holding his hands up in mock defeat, he started to walk away from them. "Fine, fine. Go ahead and contaminate the scene with each other's blood. I'm sure Grissom won't mind a bit!"
"Whatever, Brass. Catherine, there is no way in hell you can pin this crap on me! I wasn't the one processing that room, you were!"
"Yes, I was, but I do recall having asked you to bag the evidence and take it out to the truck. This is completely your fault and Grissom is going to hear about it!"
"Bite me, Cath!" and with that, Sara stomped outside toward the truck to put her good evidence in it.
Catherine ran after Sara. There was no way in hell she was going to allow her the last words in the argument. Brass and the other uniforms at the scene wanted nothing to do with the impending altercation between the two women. Brass was still in shock that Grissom had even been dumb enough to put the two of them together at a scene. Everyone knew how the women couldn't stand the other. They were always competing for the position of top female of the night shift.
"And here we go, boys." Brass said in an entertained way, when he saw Catherine catch up to Sara.
"Look here Sara, I am not going to stand for this shit!"
"Screw you, Catherine! If you would just do your own job, instead of pushing it off onto me while you flirt with some random cop, we wouldn't be in this mess! Do your own damn work!"
"Don't start that shit with me, girl. I am primary on this case and besides that, I outrank your ass."
"Catherine, just because the rest of us kept our clothes on while they were handing out promotions at the lab, it doesn't mean that we deserved it any less than you did. Simply outranking me doesn't give you the right to be such a bitch!"
"Excuse me?! What the hell did you just say to me?!"
"You heard what I said, Catherine. I said that you had no right to be such a bitch!" Getting right in her face, Sara was going to make damn sure she got her point across.
"You better get the hell out of my face, Sara. You know I have no problem laying your ass out."
"You don't seem to have much of a problem when it comes to laying anything. Why don't you just go back to the lab and sleep with Grissom some more."
"I have never slept with anyone higher than me, Sara. Just because Grissom rejected your plain ass, it doesn't mean he is sleeping with every woman around him! Life is full of rejection, Sara, learn to deal with it!"
"You have no damn right to bring up my relationship with Grissom!"
"Okay. One, you are the one that brought him into this conversation. Two, what relationship? He doesn't care about you, Sara. Three, go fuck yourself, Sara, not everything is about you. You would think that after him rejecting your ass so many times you would get that point! You heard him with Lurie, he doesn't want you, darling."
"Oh, bitch, you are so going to regret that!"
So...if you've not read this before, you should review. If you have read this before...well, you should remind me of what you thought about this because that would be friggin great.
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