It was one of those days it was extremely hot. It was also an exception that Calleigh Duquesne - worcaholic she was - wore a dress to her work. She, Horatio, Ryan and Eric were called out to a multiple homicide at the beach. When she arrived, the men were allready there. Calleigh parked her car and got out. But when she stepped foot on the beach, about ten feet from the guys, there was a very strong blow from the wind. And Calleigh's dress went up. She yelped and tried to get her dress back down. She succeeded, but the dress had been up long enough for all the men she worked with to see her panties. She thanked god she didn't put on a thong today. She walked over to the guys with a VERY red face, carefully holding her dress down. When she reached them, Ryan whistled. Calleigh glared at him.
"Stupid dress" she muttered and cursed some.
"Don't kill that dress tonight, Cal" Eric laughed.
"Argh!" Calleigh outed, frustrated. "I can't promise you that. I HATE dresses!"
"They DO look good on you" Horatio said with a smile.
"Not you too!" Calleigh sighed. "Okay guys, do this one without me. I'm going to a wind free place." She walked back to her car, on the way almost losing the grip on her dress. When she drove away, the three men grinned to eachother.