Title: Two Drinks and a Murder
Author: Sky_Tye
Rating: For now? It's a PG-13 but I'm thinking it'll get up to NC-17
in some parts.
Disclaimer: The medication and the therapy are trying to convince me
that they're not mine. Supposedly it's working.
Spoilers: A slight reference to "After the Show"
Author's Note: Yes this will be a major focus on the Catherine/Sara
relationship but I can't seem to find it in my ability to make this a
PWP story so there'll be some plot-line ...yeah.
*~*~*~*
Outside, the first few beams of light fell onto her hair and turned the strands a golden red for a few moments in time before moving past and bathing the entire street in light. Catherine turned and rising a hand to her eyes watched the sun creep out from the eastern horizon and grace the world.
"See you at the lab?" Sara asked, at her own car already one hand braced on the handle and her other also up to block the morning light. Her chestnut hair was currently being blown into her face as she faced Catherine and the frown playing on her lips as a result of this caused Catherine to giggle and shake her head.
"Let me call Grissom first and see what's up. He may just want us down at the scene as soon as possible. Or it could be Greg and another of his lovely early morning pranks." She was referring to a while ago when Greg had the whole night shift flying into the lab with the April Fools joke. She still hadn't forgiven him for that.
Sara nodded and turned to lean against her car's frame, staring expectedly at Catherine while the older CSI took out her cell-phone and pressed speed dial #2.
"Grissom," the tired voice of her oldest friend came over the line and brought a smile to Catherine's lips even though he couldn't see her.
"Hey, we got your page. What up?"
"Latest case. The Sheriff wants my team on it, he apparently has this fondness towards me--"
"That's sweet." Catherine teased, leaning against her own car's door and brushing an errant strand of hair from her eyes. "So what does your newest crush want from us?"
"You want to be a CSI Level 2 again?" Grissom growled, the smile he must have on showing through in his tone. "Roadrunner Ave. Building 1013. Conroy'll be there along with Brass."
"My two favorite detectives," Catherine murmured and then sighed. "All right, I'm heading that way now."
"Good. Know where Sara is?"
"I'll get in touch with her." Catherine promised, trying to not notice the small flaring of jealously springing up at him going to call the brunette currently meters away from her.
"Please don't fight." Grissom asked then cut the connection without a goodbye. Catherine blew out a breath and took the phone from her ear, giving it a dirty look as she tucked it back into her purse.
"What up?" Sara asked as Catherine pushed her weight off the car and opened the door.
"We're expected at the scene. Brass and Conroy are meeting us there."
"Where's it at?" Sara unlocked her car and slid in, ducking her head out the window to look at Catherine. "Should I just follow you?"
"Yeah. You'd get lost with that wonderful navigation sense you have." Catherine tossed, getting into her car and starting it up. She wrinkled her nose playfully at Sara who stuck her tongue out in retort.
"You're a regular stand-up, you know that?" Sara muttered, starting her car and pulling out after Catherine's.
Glancing in her rearview mirror, Catherine grinned playfully at Sara's car and allowed a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding to escape past her lips. They weren't the closest of friends but now they were starting to get there again.
****
The scene was not how Catherine had envisioned in her mind. She loved wondering about the case coming up and enjoyed glamming up her job every once in a while, if only in her mind. With a breath of regret she tucked away the chance to meet and marry a movie star by wowing him with her skills in the back corner of her mind and hopped out, smiling in greeting to the pair of detectives standing at the curb.
"Hey," Captain Jim Brass nodded his head at her and flicked his gaze over her shoulder to Sara pulling up alongside them. "Hey," he said again, this time to the nearing Sara.
"Hey Brass, Erin." Sara got to their position and shifted her field case from one hand to the other. "What've we got?"
"Teenager, at the late end of that scale. Looks about seventeen but Conroy here is betting on nineteen." Brass started, gesturing behind him to the lower-class house hidden partially by bushes and dying trees.
"The body's in the kitchen, face first in the stove. We didn't touch
anything and well, as usual in this type of neighborhood, everyone and their mother was busy doing something someplace else." Erin Conroy jumped in, her voice low and clear though the still chilly air.
"Some Neighborhood Watch, eh?" Brass pointed to the house across the street where an eye of a blue and white eye was posted in the large front window. Catherine and Sara both sighed mentally at that and turned back to the house.
"Who all has been in?" Catherine asked, her eyes already scanning over the premises for entries and exits.
"It was an anonymous tip that called it in so just me, Conroy, and deputy Ferrel."
"Okay." Catherine shared a glance with Sara. "Why don't you do the walk around."
Sara shrugged and walked back into her car to grab the sketchpad and a pencil. She returned in seconds and walked ahead of them up the small drive to the garage, Catherine's eyes falling onto her backside to admire from afar.
Catherine allowed her eyes to skim from the top of Sara's shoulders down to the curve of her ass and let her mental guard down enough to wonder what the view looked like with nothing blocking her sight of the toned muscles. She knew Sara was a gym obsessed gal and was a tad curious if the workouts reflected on her body.
"Catherine?"
"What?" she turned quickly, hiding the blush rising in her cheeks at being caught unawares (and staring at Sara at that) and chuckled nervously as Conroy flashed her an odd look. "Yeah?"
"You okay? You zoned out there for a moment."
"Did I?" Catherine feigned a yawn and then smiled. "Must be the time of day. I always zone in the morning."
"Well Sara's calling for you." Conroy said then turned to speak with Brass, her voice lowering. Catherine nodded, rolled her neck to release a kink then turned to spy Sara staring back at her with a smug smile dancing on her lips and a perfect eyebrow raised in silent question.
Catherine groaned inwardly and squared her shoulders as she trotted up the drive to Sara's side. "You wanted me?"
Sara looked like she wanted to reply another way to the comment when she turned and pointed to an area of bent grass with what looked like blood on the blades. "Might be the killer's?"
"Messy killer." Catherine returned, kneeling down with her kit in hand. She reached in to grab a swab and dabbed at some of the substance, checking it with the chemical mix to get a confirmation of hemoglobin. "It's blood all right. I'll get a sample for Greg."
"Right." Sara moved away and went to the door, checking the knob for prints before stepping halfway inside. "Oh, and Cath?" Catherine looked up in silent acknowledgement at her. "Next time you want to check me out, all you have to do is ask."
Sara stepped inside a large grin on her face, missing the dropping of Catherine's jaw in astonishment.
*~*~*~*
(A/N:) Well, there's part/chapter 2. I hope it's okay and chapter 3 is already being dabbled on as I type this. Thanks to those who reviewed.
Thanks to T, April, Kelpie-Muse, and cRaZyPiXiE : -)
Feedback is my Muse's salary ...without it I get nothing done.
Author: Sky_Tye
Rating: For now? It's a PG-13 but I'm thinking it'll get up to NC-17
in some parts.
Disclaimer: The medication and the therapy are trying to convince me
that they're not mine. Supposedly it's working.
Spoilers: A slight reference to "After the Show"
Author's Note: Yes this will be a major focus on the Catherine/Sara
relationship but I can't seem to find it in my ability to make this a
PWP story so there'll be some plot-line ...yeah.
*~*~*~*
Outside, the first few beams of light fell onto her hair and turned the strands a golden red for a few moments in time before moving past and bathing the entire street in light. Catherine turned and rising a hand to her eyes watched the sun creep out from the eastern horizon and grace the world.
"See you at the lab?" Sara asked, at her own car already one hand braced on the handle and her other also up to block the morning light. Her chestnut hair was currently being blown into her face as she faced Catherine and the frown playing on her lips as a result of this caused Catherine to giggle and shake her head.
"Let me call Grissom first and see what's up. He may just want us down at the scene as soon as possible. Or it could be Greg and another of his lovely early morning pranks." She was referring to a while ago when Greg had the whole night shift flying into the lab with the April Fools joke. She still hadn't forgiven him for that.
Sara nodded and turned to lean against her car's frame, staring expectedly at Catherine while the older CSI took out her cell-phone and pressed speed dial #2.
"Grissom," the tired voice of her oldest friend came over the line and brought a smile to Catherine's lips even though he couldn't see her.
"Hey, we got your page. What up?"
"Latest case. The Sheriff wants my team on it, he apparently has this fondness towards me--"
"That's sweet." Catherine teased, leaning against her own car's door and brushing an errant strand of hair from her eyes. "So what does your newest crush want from us?"
"You want to be a CSI Level 2 again?" Grissom growled, the smile he must have on showing through in his tone. "Roadrunner Ave. Building 1013. Conroy'll be there along with Brass."
"My two favorite detectives," Catherine murmured and then sighed. "All right, I'm heading that way now."
"Good. Know where Sara is?"
"I'll get in touch with her." Catherine promised, trying to not notice the small flaring of jealously springing up at him going to call the brunette currently meters away from her.
"Please don't fight." Grissom asked then cut the connection without a goodbye. Catherine blew out a breath and took the phone from her ear, giving it a dirty look as she tucked it back into her purse.
"What up?" Sara asked as Catherine pushed her weight off the car and opened the door.
"We're expected at the scene. Brass and Conroy are meeting us there."
"Where's it at?" Sara unlocked her car and slid in, ducking her head out the window to look at Catherine. "Should I just follow you?"
"Yeah. You'd get lost with that wonderful navigation sense you have." Catherine tossed, getting into her car and starting it up. She wrinkled her nose playfully at Sara who stuck her tongue out in retort.
"You're a regular stand-up, you know that?" Sara muttered, starting her car and pulling out after Catherine's.
Glancing in her rearview mirror, Catherine grinned playfully at Sara's car and allowed a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding to escape past her lips. They weren't the closest of friends but now they were starting to get there again.
****
The scene was not how Catherine had envisioned in her mind. She loved wondering about the case coming up and enjoyed glamming up her job every once in a while, if only in her mind. With a breath of regret she tucked away the chance to meet and marry a movie star by wowing him with her skills in the back corner of her mind and hopped out, smiling in greeting to the pair of detectives standing at the curb.
"Hey," Captain Jim Brass nodded his head at her and flicked his gaze over her shoulder to Sara pulling up alongside them. "Hey," he said again, this time to the nearing Sara.
"Hey Brass, Erin." Sara got to their position and shifted her field case from one hand to the other. "What've we got?"
"Teenager, at the late end of that scale. Looks about seventeen but Conroy here is betting on nineteen." Brass started, gesturing behind him to the lower-class house hidden partially by bushes and dying trees.
"The body's in the kitchen, face first in the stove. We didn't touch
anything and well, as usual in this type of neighborhood, everyone and their mother was busy doing something someplace else." Erin Conroy jumped in, her voice low and clear though the still chilly air.
"Some Neighborhood Watch, eh?" Brass pointed to the house across the street where an eye of a blue and white eye was posted in the large front window. Catherine and Sara both sighed mentally at that and turned back to the house.
"Who all has been in?" Catherine asked, her eyes already scanning over the premises for entries and exits.
"It was an anonymous tip that called it in so just me, Conroy, and deputy Ferrel."
"Okay." Catherine shared a glance with Sara. "Why don't you do the walk around."
Sara shrugged and walked back into her car to grab the sketchpad and a pencil. She returned in seconds and walked ahead of them up the small drive to the garage, Catherine's eyes falling onto her backside to admire from afar.
Catherine allowed her eyes to skim from the top of Sara's shoulders down to the curve of her ass and let her mental guard down enough to wonder what the view looked like with nothing blocking her sight of the toned muscles. She knew Sara was a gym obsessed gal and was a tad curious if the workouts reflected on her body.
"Catherine?"
"What?" she turned quickly, hiding the blush rising in her cheeks at being caught unawares (and staring at Sara at that) and chuckled nervously as Conroy flashed her an odd look. "Yeah?"
"You okay? You zoned out there for a moment."
"Did I?" Catherine feigned a yawn and then smiled. "Must be the time of day. I always zone in the morning."
"Well Sara's calling for you." Conroy said then turned to speak with Brass, her voice lowering. Catherine nodded, rolled her neck to release a kink then turned to spy Sara staring back at her with a smug smile dancing on her lips and a perfect eyebrow raised in silent question.
Catherine groaned inwardly and squared her shoulders as she trotted up the drive to Sara's side. "You wanted me?"
Sara looked like she wanted to reply another way to the comment when she turned and pointed to an area of bent grass with what looked like blood on the blades. "Might be the killer's?"
"Messy killer." Catherine returned, kneeling down with her kit in hand. She reached in to grab a swab and dabbed at some of the substance, checking it with the chemical mix to get a confirmation of hemoglobin. "It's blood all right. I'll get a sample for Greg."
"Right." Sara moved away and went to the door, checking the knob for prints before stepping halfway inside. "Oh, and Cath?" Catherine looked up in silent acknowledgement at her. "Next time you want to check me out, all you have to do is ask."
Sara stepped inside a large grin on her face, missing the dropping of Catherine's jaw in astonishment.
*~*~*~*
(A/N:) Well, there's part/chapter 2. I hope it's okay and chapter 3 is already being dabbled on as I type this. Thanks to those who reviewed.
Thanks to T, April, Kelpie-Muse, and cRaZyPiXiE : -)
Feedback is my Muse's salary ...without it I get nothing done.