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Chapter Five – Uncomfortable

Not only was Warrick avoiding Catherine, he was hiding from her like a puppy who had pissed on the carpet and knew it was wrong. That kiss hadn't been meant to happen; he had liked it, who wouldn't? But he never thought it would happen the way it had. The look on her face was that of pure shock. The look on his face was that of pure fear. To put it simply, he was amazed that he hadn't shit his pants when it happened.
"What did I do, what did I do?" Nick walked in on Warrick who had been repeating the same sentence for the past hour that shit had been over. Nick had already gone home but when he had called Warrick after shift and gotten the machine, he figured he should try work. He had noticed Catherine and Warrick acting funny and wanted the dish.
"Dude, what's up with you? Gone insane or something?" Warrick rested his head in his hands and shook it rigorously.
"I kissed her man. I kissed her! Do you know what that means?" Nick smiled and patted Warrick on the back.
"Yah, it means you finally took your head out of your ass." Nick paused for a moment, ignoring the look Warrick was giving him. "Hmm, maybe Grissom should take a hint or two from you." Warrick couldn't help but smile along with Nick.
"Dude, you might want to careful saying that. It's after our shift and into his. He might overhear you or something." Both laughed for a minute and then decided it would be best to go home and get some sleep...after having a few beers though.
The next day Warrick arrived to work early, around 3:30 P.M., so that he could get started on work early and not have to deal with Catherine's protruding questions. He was not surprised to find Sofia already hard at work. He decided he might as well check up on her and see how things were coming out with the fingerprints.
"Have we got any matches yet?" Sofia, who had been focusing hard on whatever she had previously been doing, jumped at the sound of his voice.
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be at work yet. You know you really can't just sneak up on people." Warrick noted the defensive tone in her voice.
"I just got to work early, that's all. Look, will you just tell me what you've got so I know what I can go off of today." Sofia sighed out her tension and tried to stop her hand from shaking due to shock.
"Um, nothing was usable. Everything was smeared, I tried touch up but it was beyond repair." Warrick opened his mouth to speak when Nick, who had just walked in, spoke up.
"That's impossible! I checked those prints, they were all usable!"
"You think I can't do my job! You have a look at them. They were all smeared." Nick looked with the magnifying glass at the prints and saw that they were all smeared beyond digital repair.
"This is insane! Someone had to have tempered with evidence!"
"Why would someone due that?" Sofia yelled defensively. "You better not be trying to pin this on me Nick. I heard you bad mouthing me the other day. If you're trying to get me demoted even more you better think again. I don't feel like losing my job Nick! It's the only thing I have!"
"Whoa, calm down girl! I didn't mean that. Look...we'll just have to go back to the scene and collect new prints. The scene hasn't been opened to the public yet so it shouldn't be that hard. Don't worry Sofia, give us a few hours and we'll have something for you to do." Nick gave Sofia a playful wink before he and Warrick took off down the hall.
"Dude, what are you doing here? Work doesn't start for another fifteen minutes." Both walked into the break room until Cath showed up so they could tell her what happened.
"Thought I'd come early and get some extra work done. Guess you had the same thought." Warrick nodded.
"Did you notice how defensive Sofia was? It was a little out of character."
"Yah but I'm guessing she's still holding some tension in about getting demoted." Warrick nodded silently.
"Yah, that would make me pissy. But man, she sure does have some attitude. You'd think she wouldn't be this jumpy."
Both sat in silence for a while. They waited until Catherine showed up ten minutes later. Warrick made sure to avoid her gaze and she mimicked his actions to a tee. What had happened may have not been what she was expecting, but his reaction was more surprising than anything. She had always had the suspicion he liked her but the look on his face told another story. A story that she was sure would leave her with nightmares for months.

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Grissom was on his way back to the lab. He had gone to see Heather at the police department for questioning but she had canceled, claiming her sister had become ill. He figured back at the lab he might get a chance to talk to Sara while Greg processed the evidence. Sadly, when he got the lab someone was already helping Greg process the DNA, and that someone just happened to be the person that had consumed his mind for the past 10 years.
She was looking over his shoulder. He saw her move her head up slightly, obviously taking notice to him walking down the hall in their direction, but quickly shifted it back down. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder and then started running her fingers through his hair, twirling it between her fingers.
"So Greg, I was thinking, do you want to go and get something to eat tomorrow after shift? You know…like a date?" Sara asked the question just as Grissom was turning the corner into the lab. He quickly walked back, hoping to all God that they hadn't seen him. Luckily Greg hadn't.
"Um, okay. That sounds nice. This is so weird…I always thought you had a thing for Grissom. I'm shocked that you're actually asking ME out. Then again," he said in the usual Greg, cocky, attitude, "how could anyone resist my charm?" Sara flirtatiously laughed, putting on a better show than the local Las Vegas Showgirls at the Flamingo. It truly made her sick to be playing Grissom this way.
"Greg, did you match the DNA yet?" Grissom asked, finally deciding to make his presence known.
"Oh, hi boss, um, yah. The DNA on the belts matches that of Melissa and Heather. You know, at first I was thinking maybe the closet was just a sex room, you know, dominatrix type things. But I highly doubt they would include their three year old into sex games. Not to mention that no fingerprints or DNA from James was even found IN the closet. I'm thinking you were right with the theory that she was taken for her protection." Greg paused to ponder his thoughts. "I guess I was hoping we would get top visit Lady Heather again. You know, I'm still pissed that I've never met her Grissom. You've seen her more than enough times. Even a few off duty if my memory serves me right." Sara looked wide-eyed at Grissom who was too bust glaring at Greg.
"Heather and I were friends, nothing more. And I really would enjoy it if you would stay out of my private life Greg. What I did with Heather was none of your business." Greg put his hands up.
"Hey, I'm just saying, I wouldn't mind spending my off days with a dominatrix. Sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. Can I ask you something Grissom?" Greg leaned in a little closer. "Did you use the liquid latex?" Grissom glared at Greg but as he was about to open his mouth to give a more than rated R retort, Sara grabbed Greg by the arm.
"Greg lets go. I want to check out more of the house and you haven't had any time there to process the scene. What's the point of being a field investigator if you don't get to actually be ON the field?" Sara stood in the hall, out of earshot from Grissom.
"Greg, how about you go and wait in the car? I just have to talk to Grissom real quick. I'll be out in a minute." Greg nodded and walked down the hall as Sara stood in the doorframe, looking into the DNA lab.
"He had no right to bring Heather up," Grissom said, tight lipped. "He makes her sound like some kind of street walker when she is so much more. She's more than just a dominatrix!"
"More to you?" Grissom looked up at Sara who was looking at the floor. "You know what, never mind. Look, I agree that what Greg said was wrong and I'm gonna talk to him about it."
"That doesn't make it any better."
"I know…"
"Um, I heard you ask him out. I'm happy for you." Sara forced a smile. Grissom outwardly smiled, inwardly threw a table against wall.
"Yah… it's weird. I guess almost everyone in the lab is hooking up. According to Nick, Catherine and Warrick shared a little kiss the other day. I was wondering when it would happen. And Nick is dating this girl Rachael; she's actually really nice. I met her a few months back when they were just friends. She has a real sarcasm to her but it fits her perfectly. She's a total self-proclaimed tomboy."
"Hmm, that's nice."
"Yah. And now I'm going out with Greg tomorrow and you…well, whatever is going on with you and Sofia."
"I told you, Sofia and I are just friends. She has a boyfriend."
"You know what, forget I said anything. I always jump to conclusions with you. I should have figured you two weren't dating, you're too emotionally detached." Sara turned around and walked down the hall in an angry huff. She knew her words were mean, but it had to be said…so it was.