"Hey, Wendy?" At the familiarly sensual voice coming from the doorway to her lab, the DNA tech looked up immediately, rearranging her features into her prettiest casual smile.
"Yeah?" She answered brightly, her eyes meeting Catherine's gorgeous blue ones.
"Could you get me those test results ASAP on the Morgan case?" I pivoted quickly around to grab the folder on the shelf behind me.
"Already done!" I smiled as I handed it to her. Like every other shade of the emotional spectrum Wendy had ever seen grace Catherine Willows' lovely face, relief looked good on her.
"Oh thank God, there's such a backlog—what with Hodges and Warrick and Nicky all out sick—thank you so much, Wendy." She gave one of her trademark radiant smile smirks. Per usual, I felt my insides melt under the blonde's sparkling gaze.
"No problem Ca—Ms. Willows," I answered politely.
"Oh, call me Cath honey, really." She chuckled and ran an errant hand down my arm comfortably. That was another thing I loved about Catherine; she was so friendly and confident around everyone in the lab, from super awkward Super Dave to unreadable Grissom. Brushing away thoughts of whether she might've acquired that sexy forwardness in her exotic dancing days, Wendy concentrated on making a brief, breezy response as her assistant supervisor sauntered away.
Watching the unconscious sway of her hips as she walked quickly down the hallway towards the layout room, Wendy couldn't help but wonder if Catherine was aware of how magnetically attractive she was. She couldn't think of a single person at LVPD who didn't lust after her at least a little bit.
The sweet-faced brunette sighed quietly and turned back to her work. Luckily she'd become an expert at simultaneously processing evidence and carrying on the elaborate fantasies her mind had been spinning about a certain vivacious blonde, or she wouldn't be getting a thing done anymore.
