I was camping and I got bored. Again with the shortness but it couldn't be helped. I am dedicating this to my notebook, without whom there would be no story. Thank you McDoodle.
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"Wetting your pants can give you that same feeling," Catherine noted.
Sara cocked her head disgustedly, "I can't believe you're comparing my falling into the lake to peeing you pants." She scowled.
Cath smirked as Sara headed back for the Denalis. She had been processing the teenager who had found the body of the supposed Marie Vannon when a dripping Sara had come up from the lake, a Colt 1911 and a mangled banana peel in respective baggies. She had commented that it wasn't all that warm out and Sara had retorted that she hadn't wanted to walk around looking as though she had peed her pants. Giving another snort of laughter she turned back to the nervous kid.
After finishing with the teen Catherine headed back up to where they had parked, wondering what was taking Sara. Reaching the top of the small hill she saw Sara digging through the back of her car.
"Sara?"
The brunette didn't turn. "I know I have a fresh set of clothes in here." She grumbled.
Cath put a hand out to stop her, "Look, why don't you head back to CSI? I'll finish up here."
Sara finally looked up, "Are you sure? I mean, I can still-"
Catherine interrupted her. "You are cold and wet. And besides, just think what you would do to David if you stayed here in that white T-shirt." She winked. "Go."
Sara looked down at her soaked clothing miserably. "Just let me grab all the evidence we have so far."
Getting back Sara squished through the halls of CSI towards the locker room. As she was closing in on it she heard Warrick's voice, laced with amusement behind her.
"Sara?"
Turning she folded her arms across her chest protectively. "Yes?" she asked, her voice even. When she saw Grissom behind him she felt like melting into the floor.
Warrick's eyes grew wide, "Dang girl, what happened?"
Folding a piece of hair behind her ear Sara mumbled something, not looking either of them in the eye.
Warrick looked at her strangely, "What?"
Again she mumbled, only slightly louder.
Warrick was about to ask her to repeat herself once more when Grissom spoke up. "You fell on evidence?"
She nodded, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red. "The gun was in the water and the banana peel was on the dock and I didn't see it and . . . I slipped."
Grissom raised his eyebrow; "You slipped on a banana peel."
She nodded, waiting for the floor to have pity on her and swallow her. "Yes."
Warrick's nose wrinkled, "Like in the cartoons?"
Sara glared at him and went into the locker room before they could stop her. The two men stared at each other for a moment.
"A banana peel." Said Grissom thoughtfully.
Warrick started laughing.
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Based on a story from my childhood. Poor lady, I don't know if she ever found out why she slipped in the middle of the store.
I'd like to think it was better than my last one. Please R&R