Title: Cat Fight
Rating: T for now…just to be safe
Disclaimer: I sure do wish I own the characters, and boy, oh boy would I have fun with them!
The Challenge….
"Really, Sidle," the blond detective with hands on her hips was looking straight at Sara seething with anger, "you have no right, none at all."
"Well, hey, Sofia, you know what they say, 'all is fair in love and war," Sara hissed back.
She was not about to back down from Sofia Curtis. No way, not ever, "anyway, you haven't staked your claim yet," giving Sofia a smug look.
The two women were in the break room, face to face, eye to eye, both challenging each other, daring each other. This was hitting close to home now. No one really knows how it started, why all the sudden in the past week they were now at each other's throat. Icy cold stares, smart remarks and retorts. It was plain agony to be in a room with both of them in it. The tension between them was unbearable. Actually, it was even amusing how it all started, innocent confessions they told each other one night last week at a bar after several beers. Now it has come to this.
"Sara, you don't stand the chance, you might as well back off before you get humiliated, just back off." Sofia took a half step closer to Sara. It was very noticeable that her eyes burnt with anger toward the brunette.
Sara, not backing away, feeling the hot breath of the blond woman as she spoke, whispered, "when it comes to that, I don't back down, Curtis."
Just then Greg walks in the break room to make his famous expensive Hawaiian blue coffee, sees the two women facing each other, both of them breathing deep and slow, fists ready for any first movement the other might make.
Now this is Greg Sanders, seeing two angry, beautiful women breathing down each others neck would have been a natural turn on for him, if only it wasn't his co-workers, he would've collected money and place bets, sit at the front row seat with a beer in his hand and cheer.
"Ummm, S- s…ara, Sof…Sofia…"he started to stammer.
Both women in unison not even looking at him, "get out, Greg."
"You two just talking, right? 'Coz, you know.." he didn't even get to finish when Sofia looks at him and snaps, "if you value your life, Greg…walk away now."
Seeing Sofia look at him with cold eyes and hearing her say it in a toneless voice actually scared him. He slowly backed out the room, head bent like a little boy caught opening the cookie jar.
His only thought was 'Grissom, gotta find Grissom.' He runs down the hall to Grissom's office, opens the door and almost out of breath says, "Cat fight! Cat fight in the break room!"
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