She's Evil
Disclaimer: Seriously? Do you think if I owned CSI then...nah, I'd be giving too much away.
Summary: Sara Sidle - The She Devil
That's it.
I've decided that the Devil has been reincarnated in the form of Sara Sidle.
She's pure evil.
Why? Oh I'll tell you why.
We were at a scene. Nothing evil about that. Zero on a scale of evilness in fact.
She started unpacking her kit to process the scene while I was talking to Brass, perhaps a little sexier than she would normally do, or maybe that was just me, wishful thinking.
So, she started dusting for prints around the body, but because of the awkward position of the John Doe and the area she wanted to print, she had to lean over the body to reach.
This is where the evilness goes off the scale.
Of course, I glance over to Sara as she's printing, I'm still talking to Brass as well, but I casually look at what she's doing and notice her shirt has raised up a little. Brass is trying to tell me something about the DB's family, but I've completely zoned out.
Know why?
Sara Sidle.
Bending over.
Processing a crime scene.
Wearing a pair of my boxers.
And I'm still talking to Brass...
Like I said.
Pure evil.
This fic was inspired by a party I went to on Friday (playing Twister with Hipster jeans and girl boxers on…) and from what my girl friends have told me. The guys dig boxers on girls apparently.