A/N: Thank you so much everyone for reviewing last chapter! Seriously made my day :) I actually made my self laugh a little writing this chapter, so please do let me know if you think it's funny, or if I am just a psycho who laughs at her own jokes haha (oops, there I go again!) Happy reading!
"You know I'll figure it out eventually!" Sofia's voice resonated down the hall, as I passed by a rather smug looking Greg.
"What'd he do now?" I asked the detective when I reached her.
She rolled her eyes. "Just being an ass. He and Warrick were chattering like little school girls, and when I invaded their tea party they both clammed up and wouldn't tell me a damn thing."
"I doubt it was anything important," I joked. "I mean, it's Warrick and Greg."
Sofia smiled a little. "Oh, I seriously doubt it was anything of substance," she agreed. "Now I just need to know so I can rub it in his face. I'm a detective, for god's sake. If I can't crack Greg, I might as well turn in my badge."
Just then, Greg passed by again, while Sofia shot him the glare of death. "Just don't hurt him," I teased. "You know he's fragile."
For that one she laughed out loud. "Right," she said, her smile going from amused to mischievous as she peered at me.
"Oh, now don't drag me into this," I begged.
"Come on," she said sweetly, placing a hand gently on my bicep. "You know he'd tell you way before me. Please?"
Despite knowing she was only trying to get her way by being flirtatious, her charming accent and big blue eyes got the best of me. "Fine, I'll ask him. But I make no promises," I warned.
"You're the best, Nicky," she cooed, giving my arm a little squeeze before she sauntered off. I was such a sucker.
I stuck around for a while after shift, though I didn't see Greg anywhere in the lab. Not that I was terribly disappointed, as I wasn't too thrilled to be getting tangled up in the gossip web.
Greg was getting out of a cab as I finally made my way to the parking lot. Just my luck, or lack thereof, depending on how you looked at it.
"You sure managed to piss off Sofia today," I called across the lot. He seemed nervous that he'd really made his way onto her shit list, though I assured him it was probably just curiosity getting the best of her.
"So, what were you talking about?" I inquired, being a man of my word, no matter how reluctant I was to have to ask. Greg was suddenly giddy when I brought it up, but tried to avoid the subject all the same. Whatever it was, it was making him practically dance all over the parking lot, and I knew he would spill.
"Alright, I'll tell you. But you cannot tell anyone. Especially not Sofia… you know how girls like to talk…" he babbled.
I didn't really think the girls were the problem here. "Yeah, almost as much as you do."
He didn't even flinch at my barb, too consumed with his information. "Irrelevant. Anyway…. Sara wants to do the nasty with Catherine!"
Now he had my attention. "Wait, wait, wait. You mean like, sex?"
He nodded excitedly. "Hanky panky, knockin' boots, do the wild thing…"
"With Catherine?" I asked again, needing to be sure I was hearing this correctly.
"Bang-bang!" he replied, accompanied by a little gyrating motion I really didn't need to see.
"Sex, Greg. Grown ups call it sex."
"Whatever," he dismissed me. "Call it what you will, Sara wants Catherine's."
Coming from Greg, I was a bit skeptical. "Do you actually know this? Or were you confusing fantasy with reality again?"
"Dare to dream, man," he continued to be elusive. "This one most definitely came true. Well, halfway true…"
"Just tell me how you know," I cut him off.
"Right," he tried to gather himself. "Warrick caught her staring at Catherine earlier today. He called her on it, and she confessed to thinking Catherine is a babe. He even caught her looking down her blouse… but that was after the scary Sofia part…"
"How does any of that lead up to her wanting to have sex with Catherine?" I asked, certain Greg's imagination had indeed run away with him.
"It doesn't," he agreed. "But I just got back from hanging out with Sara herself. It took a few beers, but she finally confessed, and I quote, she 'wants Catherine so bad, it hurts to even look at her.' How's that for evidence?"
It was pretty compelling. "Sara wants Catherine," I repeated to myself.
"Remember, you can't tell anyone," he said seriously, presumably afraid of what Sara could and would do to him if she found out.
"Right," I nodded, turning to my car. "Have a good night, Greggo."
"Oh, I will," he replied crudely.
I winced. "Come on now, I didn't need to hear that!"
Greg just shrugged, getting into his own car and pulling away. I sat behind my steering wheel, debating whether or not to keep the information to myself. The only reason I'd asked was on Sofia's behalf, so in the end I dialed her number.
"Curtis," she answered.
"Detective, you owe me a drink," I informed her.
"Oh, do I now?" she feigned an innocent voice. "What for?"
"Just got Greg to spill his little secret. Well, more like Sara's little secret," I conceded.
She paused. "How is Sara's secret worth me buying you a drink?"
I laughed. "Trust me, it's worth it."
"Alright," she agreed skeptically. "Meet me at the Highball in twenty?"
"You got it." I felt a little bad as I hung up the phone, but I thought maybe another woman's perspective could be helpful for Sara. At least I tried to make that my reasoning, not wanting to admit I was now fully immersed in office gossip.
I arrived at the bar ten minutes later, presumably the same one Sara and Greg had gone to as I noticed her car in the parking lot. I sat at the bar, waiting for Sofia, who showed up about five minutes later.
"Alright, Stokes, this better be worth it," she proclaimed after we ordered our drinks.
"It is," I reiterated. "If nothing else, you can use it as ammunition against Greg for opening his big mouth."
She seemed pleased with that. "I'm listening."
"Okay, too many people know about this already, so you have to keep your mouth shut," I told her, waiting for her to nod her consent before I continued. "Sara has a thing for Catherine."