Here is chapter two guys. Thanks a lot for reviewing. I think I want to continue this fic up until season six, if you want…review and let me know. Enjoy!
"Mind if I get a soda?" Sara said walking into the break room. Catherine was rubbing her temples. Holly Gribbs had died. Still, she was amazed at how fast Sara had adjusted to the lab, or maybe she was just a bold person by nature. Catherine didn't know weather to be competitive around Sara or welcome her in. Either way Sara made Catherine nervous and uneasy when she was near her. It took her a few moments to process what Sara was saying before she took two giant steps away from the fridge allowing her full access.
"Want one?" She asked with a high voice.
"Is there anything in there with alcohol?" Catherine spoke honestly.
"Root beer?" Sara offered shrugging her shoulders.
"mm…no." she pondered.
They stood there unsure of what to say next when a pager began to ring. Catherine and Sara both looked at their own pagers before realising it was the pager Catherine had found at the crime scene.
"Oh…god." She said holding the pager looking for a phone. She grabbed her cell phone and Sara handed her the pager. She began to smile.
"What are you going to say exactly? Hi I'm a criminalist. I was in the neighbourhood…"
Catherine stuck her hand out and shushed her. Sara was taken back a little. She watched Catherine as the phone rang.
"Hello?" an anonymous voice said from the other end of the line.
"Uh hey." Catherine answered in a very candid manner. This whole conversation was going to be candid.
"Who's this? I just dialled my own damn beeper."
"Uh-uh, it's my beeper now. I found it." Catherine said standing up straight as if she was talking to him face to face. Sara watched in amusement.
"It ain't your beeper girl. It's mine." At this point Sara had sat down beside Catherine to listen more attentively. He continued. "I do a lot of business on that beeper."
"What kind of business?"
"You know, slinging a little somethin'- somethin'." Catherine played along.
"Oh, a little something- something. Or maybe a little bling- bling?" Catherine eyed Sara with questioning eyes.
"So what do you know about some bling- bling?"
"Well, invite me over to your crib, baby and you might find out." Catherine said in a very seductive tone. Sara's eyes widened and she looked at Catherine speechless and blushing. Catherine noticed and was a little proud.
"It's on. Three Aces Motel, room 202."
"Three Aces Motel, room 202." Catherine gave a deep sigh of pleasure that made Sara inhale and hold her breath.
"See you soon." The man said and the conversation had finished. Catherine hung up and looked at Sara embarrassed.
"Did I just do that?" She asked in disbelief.
Sara didn't know how to respond. She had never expected Catherine Willows, a respected CSI, to act like that. Not that Sara minded but she was just shocked. She had to change the subject so she could stop her blushing.
"What's a bling- bling?" She said still smiling.
"Got me." Catherine replied. She saw how shocked Sara was and began liking the power she had over her.
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Greg called Catherine in his lab to give her the results of the DNA sample Sara collected from the man she had spoken to on the phone. It was a match. He had killed Holly. The case was solved and she felt good.
"Nice work Catherine." Sara said. She now grew to admire the blond for her brilliant mind and smart work ethics. She would never admit, even to herself, that Catherine Willows had a beautiful face and fit body…
TBC…reviews:D