Title: Scotch & Second Chances
Author: jenbachand
Rating: Mature (although a couple are pretty mild)
Spoilers: Anything through Leaving Las Vegas 7x11
Author's Notes: Don't own CSI or anything else contained within these drabbles.
For mingsmommy
She had called him in a panic. When he got to her place there were 10 different boxes lined up on her kitchen counter, along with 3 empty water bottles. He took a minute to admire her determination to get the correct answer, even if it was a bit of overkill.
He'd only been here twice, but found the front door open. Once he had come to check on her during their suspensions after the shooting, and the second had been six weeks ago. After a night of one horror after another she mentioned a bottle of single malt scotch and offered a glass or two if he was interested.
A couple glasses had turned into the entire bottle, and they had both woke up that evening with pounding heads and her cool sheets draped across their very naked bodies.
Hearing her sniffles he quickens his pace. She's sitting on the edge of the tub staring at all 10 little test sticks. Sofia's curtain of blonde hair is shielding her face, but her sniffles echo in the room.
Sitting down next to her on the cold porcelain edge, he wraps an arm around her shoulders. They'll get through this one way or the other.