Scavenger Hunt
chapter VIII
for FIM
"What street is this?" Sara looks around. "Ah, I live two blocks from here, Catherine. Why don't we go," an impish smile can be seen on her face, "to my apartment?"
Catherine looks at her coyly. "Uhhh...What are you suggesting, Sara?"
"Oh, here! Take a right here." Sara points to the next stop sign.
Catherine follows her directions. Still unsure what the brunette plans. But whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't say 'no'.
But still, this was Sara. "Uhhh... Sara..."
She interrupts her. "Trust me on this one, Catherine. How can I say it," the mischievous grin never leaving her face, "you'll thank me later."
Still the feeling of uneasiness sweeps across the blond's face. "I'm not really sure if I'm up to..."
Sara pats her arm and points, "Oh, take another right here."
Catherine follows dutifully, each second making her heart beat faster. Different scenarios swirling inside her head and she smiles at the pleasant thoughts of her and Sara.
"And you're smiling because..."
Catherine turns to the brunette who was watching her, a smug grin in place.
The older CSI could feel her cheeks burning. "I was... wasn't thinking of me and y...I was smiling because we...We are...I thought...crap." She sighed deeply, "I need coffee. You got coffee up there?"
And Sara laughs.
They park infront of her apartment complex. Sara digs out a key from her backpack and proceeds to walk upstairs. Halfway up she turns around, "you coming or what? We're not gonna take long, you know."
Catherine, still at the bottom of the stairs, was watching every step the younger CSI took. She was mesmerized by the brunette's legs that went on forever. A thought crossed her mind of how it would feel if her legs were wrapped around her.
So they stood there. Sara waiting for her, Catherine dreaming and unable to take her eyes off her.
An evil grin crosses Sara's face. "I promise," she whispers loud enough for her companion to hear, "we'll be very quick."
Catherine could feel her feet weigh a ton as she took every step going up. The closer she got to where Sara was waiting, the heavier they felt.
Sara tugs on her arm as they both continue up. "Come on, we can't waist precious time, Catherine."
They stand infront of her door, Sara slips the key inside the lock. Catherine could feel her heart turning, too.
And the door opens.
Sara goes directly to the kitchen and turns on the coffee maker. "Give or take a minute," she calls out to the blond.
Catherine inspects her place. There was a couch in the living room, a coffee table, a TV stand with a single plant on top but no TV. A bookcase, a computer table with a laptop and a CD player at the side. She checked out Sara's CD collection. Then smiled when she noticed it was arranged not only alphabetically by artist, but also by the CD covers.
"From light to dark."
She turned around to see Sara standing behind her with two cups of coffee. She stands up and takes one. "What was that you said?" She askes after taking a sip.
"The CD's also arranged from the light covers to the dark ones," explains Sara.
She raises an eyebrow, "wasn't that hard to do? I mean arranging them by artists, then by cover..."
"Actually, no. It was something I needed to do."
"More like OCD to me. I even noticed the way you arranged your books." Catherine points to the book case.
"Again," Sara grins, "It was something I needed to do."
"So what do you do when you're done arranging," Catherine sweeps her arm across the room, "all this?"
"Then I'm by the window." She shrugs her shoulders and walks off going inside the bedroom.
Catherine turns her head to the single window in the living room. There was a guitar leaning next to it. A smile crossed her face as she imagines Sara at sunset, the few rays of light catching her as she strums her guitar.
"Come in here." Sara calls out to Catherine, "we'll be real quick."
Catherine's heart started racing again. But being a CSI taught her to be curious of everything and not to miss anything. She puts her coffee on the table and comes in the bedroom slowly.
A single bed, an open book and a sketch pad resting on top of her nightstand. A treadmill by the window. An ipod hanging on the handle bar. A world map on the wall. Again, no TV. She thought to herself, 'damn, what does she do for entertainment?'
Then she noticed, no Sara.
"I'm down here." The brunette calls out.
She finally sees the younger CSI crouched down on all fours at the other side of the bed, a flashlight in hand lighting something between the crack by the wall. She cocked her head to the side then again assessed the brunette from behind.
"When you're done checking my butt you can hand me that paper by the night stand table." Sara points to the other side of the bed.
"Why are you down there?"
"Lizard eggs. I saw baby lizards crawl out a week ago so I'm assuming they left their empty shells around here and..." Sara didn't get to finish her sentence when Catherine let out a high pitched scream and jumps on the bed.
"You raise lizards, Sidle?! I know you're kinda odd, but this one tops it off!" Catherine was standing in the middle of the bed searching all floors for any tiny movement.
Amused, Sara stands up and adds, "you know, Catherine, they also can crawl on the walls and ceilings, right?"
The moment she finished her sentence, was also the moment she knew she shouldn't have said it.
Catherine snaps her neck in all directions at once: the floors, the walls and last, the ceiling. But that didn't stop her from jumping into Sara's arms.
Sara caught her, Catherine wraps her arms tightly around her neck. With a stare that could melt an ice cube in seconds, she breathes out an icy tone to her now protector, "if you drop me, I'm taking you down with me, Sara Sidle!"
The brunette whispers, "I would never dream of dropping you, Catherine Willows." She carries the blond to the living room and gently places the her on the sofa. "But I sure would love to go down with you anyway you want."
Sara walks back to the bedroom leaving Catherine again speechless, her jaw hanging open.
"Got one!"
"One what?" Catherine calls out. "And whatever it is, I hope it's plastic!"
Sara walks to her palm open. "Empty shells, of course. I'd never dream of holding a live one, silly!"
Catherine curls up on the couch. "Okay, okay. Stop right there. Don't come any closer. You're fine where you are at, Sara. Just keep the distance between me and that egg thing."
Sara laughs out loud, "It's empty, Catherine. It's not gonna crawl up..."
Catherine reaches for a book. "You better shut up about creepy crawlers before I start throwing books at you, Sara. And I'll start with this." She looks at the title, " 'Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen?" Her eyes widen looking at the brunette, "you read this?"
"Good reading material, Cath." She takes a step forward. "I got other classics that..."
"Girl, you better stop behind the tracks," Catherine lifts the book above her head, "I'm really, honest to goodness dead serious when it comes to things that crawl, Sara. And if you value the writings of Jane Austen..." She shakes the book above her head.
Sara takes a step back, still enjoying the moment. "Okay, fine. Take a picture and we'll go."
"You take the damn picture. I don't want no lizard eggs stored in my phone! That's creepy!"
Sara shakes her head in amusement, takes out her phone and snaps a picture of the empty shells on her palm. "But you have a picture of a stripper, and that doesn't bother you?"
"You were in the picture standing like a totem pole with that stripper clinging to you like a pair of second skin so it's fine!" snaps Catherine. "Just throw that thing away and let's get the hell outta here."
"Okay, you win. I'll dispose of it. They're empty anyway." Sara walks to the kitchen.
Catherine calls out. "Hey, flush the damn thing down the toilet!"
"For goodness sakes! It's not like they're dead fish, Catherine!"
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