A/N: Okay, so I've never done this before and this "shot" came to me while I was driving around with the radio blasting Metro Station's Shake it! I didn't know the lyrics, so of course I had to discover them (thank goodness for the internet!) and then it still fit, so I wrote. Anyways, this is all to say – you have to imagine this song and try not to judge me too harshly, okay? : )
Disclaimer: Y'all know that I don't own CSI: Miami, right? I also don't own a bit of Metro Station's music or lyrics... in case you were wondering! :)
Shake it! excerpt
Now if she does it like this will you do it like that
Now if she touches like this, will you touch her right back
Now if she moves like this, will you move it like that (come on)
Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, uh shake it
I saw you dancing and I couldn't get you off my mind
(I could tell that you could tell that I was takin' my time)
I was thinking of ways that you would stay and be mine
(Your body's shaking, turn me on, so I can turn off the lights)
There was something about watching her in an interrogation that drew him. If he had believed in Sirens, he might have though her one. Whatever it was about her, he could not get Calleigh Duquesne out of his mind at times like this.
He had heard her heeled boots clicking out a quick staccato beat against the tile before he saw her. Thankfully her eyes kept their focus straight ahead as she passed his lab… those beautiful lawn green eyes that held a touch of cold in them as she prepared for her task.
He was towed into her wake, following her silently toward the glass enclosed suspect. She had her kit hanging delicately from her hand as she paused at the door. He found himself thinking of ways to follow her inside; instead he paused just out of Calleigh's sight. He felt his insides warming as he considered what was coming next.
She set her kit on the table and slipped gloves onto her delicate fingers. He could imagine those fingers wrapped around strands of his hair. Shaking himself slightly, he refocused on the vision in black before him. She removed a small box, a round white wipe and a spray bottle from her kit. GSR… he knew how she loved to nail them with gun evidence. It was a joy to watch.
He observed as she swabbed the suspect's hands, placed the swab in the box and shook it. God, he loved to watch her shake that box. It brought a light to her eyes; he could almost feel the joy radiating off of her body as the little box turned blue and it tugged his body and his heart toward the window.
A smile graced her face as she motioned to the officer to arrest her shooter. It was intoxicating; he felt as though he could almost taste her lips.
Then he realized that that sweet bliss was his; she stood on her toes before him and pulled his head down toward hers.
"I love when you watch me, too, Eric," she whispered through his haze.
The End...
FYI... Sirens are Greek mythological seductresses - an interesting study if you ever have the time. And, just in case you didn't know - GSR is gun shot residue.