Chapter VI

Investigations of Another Kind

She was late, again. It was getting old. She'd paged the infuriating woman at least four times already. When she finally decided to show up, she had to glare. "I've been paging you for hours." The brunette CSI shrugged, "Sorry." The blonde woman swaggered over to the SUV. "Not yet." The brunette's head snapped up, "Excuse me?" The detective's hips swayed and she crossed her arms as she lead the Forensics expert to the scene of the crime. "I would appreciate it if you showed up when I called you." "I said sorry." The blonde cocked a fair brow, "So you did...but actions speak louder then words." The brunette's brown eyes were momentarily filled with confusion, but that was replaced with hot lust when her companion's hands found her shoulder and she felt her back impact the rough brick wall of the ally.

Brown eyes met blue and a wandering set of hands found the untucked tails of a shirt. The brunette gasped as a clever pair of hands found the lace of her bra. "You need to go over the scene." Brown eyes were clouded over. "Huh?" The detective's hands abandoned the other woman's breasts and ran slim fingers down to her firm ass. "You need to give the scene a through examination. She grabbed the other woman's hands and lead them to her belt buckle. "They say you're the best at field work, Sara. Prove it to me." She watched a gap tooth smile dawn across the brunette's face and her belt laden with badge and gun hit the ground. "Oh Detective Curtis, I am the best there is." She felt Sara slide her lithe body down her own, the brunette was on her knees before her. Dark eyes looked up at her, promising sinful pleasure. Sofia's alto cracked ever so slightly, "I'll take evidence over testimony any day, Sidle." Sara peeled open the black slacks and began to cite her source. Sofia threw her head back, calling to the sky and the neon gods of Vegas.

Sofia Curtis let out a moan in her sleep. "Mmm Sara..."