Some cussing and hollering but it's to be expected….especially with this chapter. Note to Juwist, if you thought the last chapter was 'cruel' then I really don't think you'll like this but believe me when I say that EVERY CSI has a silver lining. ;) I'm scared of posting this now! sobs fearfully Don't hurt me!
Eva half ran up the apartment steps to Warrick's home. Cursing him for living up two flights of stairs and the lifts would have to not be working on a day like today. Typical.
She fumbled with the first door she met for a few moments before realising that a) she didn't have the right key and b) this was the wrong apartment. She smiled at her own foolishness and spotted Warrick's home at the end of the corridor.
Warrick felt a pair of smooth hands slide under his tee shirt. He then felt lips on his; kissing him desperately and urgently. "Eva?" he asked questioningly into the darkness but the woman on top of him didn't respond he ran his hands through her hair. Then froze. Something was different. Something was wrong. He reached behind him for a lamp and tugged at the switch. Then as his eyes got adjusted to the light he saw Sara straddling his chest her own chest nude.
Somewhere further behind him the door clicked open.
Eva felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest as she struggled to comprehend what was before her. She found she couldn't and so decided to run.
Warrick sat up and pushed Sara from him he shot a perplexed glance at Sara before going after Eva he found her walking furiously towards the lifts.
"Eva! Wait up!" he called frantically
She spun on her heels and looked at him sorrowfully. "Please don't tell me you can 'explain' that!" she shouted. Her voice caught in her throat and she realised she was crying.
Warrick caught up with her in a few quick strides. He didn't dare touch her in this volatile mood but he tried valiantly to explain what she'd just seen even though he didn't quite understand either.
"I don't think I can explain if I tried. I don't understand what happened in there myself"
He said honestly.
Eva stabbed her finger at the lift, not looking at him "of all the shitty excuses!" she gave up on the lift - just remembering they didn't work - and went for the stairs. Warrick went after her and she ran even faster only to slip. Warrick watched helplessly as Eva's body plummeted down the two flights of stairs. He tried to catch her but she only fell further.
When she finally did stop her body landed with a sickening thud. Warrick was at her side seconds later. She was as limp as a rag doll.
At the top of the stairs Sara cried and crashed to her knees. Wondering just how her life had become a waking nightmare in the space of twenty-four hours.
Catherine sighed with pleasure and watched Greg's sleeping form beside her. She ran a hand along the length of his nose and planted and air light kiss on the tip.
As she watched him sleep she wandered why this had been such a bad idea in the first place. It had been fun. A one off thing. She just hoped that he understood that.
She smiled to herself and snuggled under his arm. This would be one of those things that whenever she was feeling old or moody she could look back on and remind herself that she had managed to bag someone so…youthful.
I still got it.
A/N: So far I just copied stuff I'd already written and posted it, now I'm running out of stuff I need to actually keep writing! Thanks to alias101 for the lovely review same to Juwist at first I thought you were insulting me but I get it. Thanks.
