A Problematic Job

WARNING: This mini-story contains sexual content, possible nudity, blatant course language, and CS. I don't own CSI... But if I did, a lot of things would be different. Heheh...

Grissom walked down the main hallway towards the break room, a strange assignment in his hand. There was no way any of his female CSIs were going to agree to what the assignment entailed, but it was worth a shot. But the question was... Sophia, Catherine, or Sara? When Grissom walked into the break room, all of his CSIs were present. Greg, Nick and Warrick occupied the couch in front of the video game system, while Sophia, Catherine and Sara were sitting at the coffee table. Sophia and Catherine were talking amicably, while Sara sat silent, drinking her coffee and reading one of the magazines in the break room.

"Alright guys, there is a new assignment, but it's high profile and I need help. This will entail all of our efforts, so gather round." Grissom called, sitting at the main table. The others followed, sitting around the table, waiting for Grissom to begin. He cleared his throat, shuffled a few papers, and laid them out.

"We are on a stake out mission. Patricia Douglas, or 'Pat' as they call her, is wanted for grand theft auto, twelve counts of arson, burglary, breaking and entering along with manslaughter, obviously not in that order. We've gained information that says she frequents a bar, called the Renegade. We need one of you to try and acquire her number, or some form of DNA so that we can obtain a warrant. After all, the evidence that they've collected on her so far is only circumstantial. Here's a picture, pass it around." Grissom handed a picture to Warrick, and it began its cycle around the table.

"Wow, she's hot!" Greg exclaimed, handing the picture to Catherine. Catherine shook her head.

"Looks like we've got our volunteer..." Catherine stated, handing down the picture. After it returned to Grissom, he laughed nervously.

"Actually, that's why I've called this meeting. It can't be Greg." Grissom stated. Greg gave him a sad glare. Catherine blinked, slightly stunned.

"Why not Greg?" She asked, giving the downed CSI a little pat on the back. Grissom adjusted his glasses.

"Because he's not her type. Sorry Greg, but we're going for maximum appeal." Greg felt better once he heard that, and silently thanked Catherine for her support. Sophia smiled.

"Ah, I see. Does she lean more to types like Warrick, or like Nick?" She asked, crossing her legs under the table. Grissom shook his head.

"No, she's attracted to neither. And don't even mention my name." He said blankly. Sara was still quiet, taking another sip of her coffee. She wasn't up to this foolish trickery today. She was tired, slightly hung over and in need of a stronger brand of coffee. She hoped that her cough drops and cigarettes worked to mask the smell of her early morning roll-out. Sophia rubbed her chin, trying to think.

"Is she... Not interested in male companionship?" She said, her low alto voice reverberating through the break room. Grissom nodded.

"Exactly why we can't have Greg go in. It's a lesbian bar. One of you ladies is going to have to go undercover, try to get her number. Now, I'm giving all three of you a warning before you pick the volunteer. Pat is 6'2, and a known convict. You won't be wired, but you'll have FBI support, that will follow you everywhere you go." Catherine's jaw dropped, Sophia blinked widely, and Sara sputtered coffee.

"6'2? Dear god, that's huge! I'm only 5'6. I'm not doing it, there's no way I can fight my way out of a grip like that!" Catherine exclaimed, eyes wide. Sophia blinked again, mouth slightly agape.

"Well, I'm 5'7 without my heels, and I guess I could probably fight out of it, but I don't know... It sounds risky." Sophia answered, leaning her elbows on the table. Sara let her head drop to the table. Catherine winced at the thudding noise it made.

"I'm 5'9... Ah, what the hell, I'll do it. But if I get attacked by a crazy butch, I'm blaming Grissom." Sara mumbled. Sophia gave her a slap on the back, which echoed.

"Way to take one for the team, Sara! We'll make sure you're perfectly safe." Sophia ensured, sending Grissom a little glare. Catherine sat silent, extremely worried.

"Sara, you could get hurt. Are you sure you want to do this?" Nick expressed, catching Catherine's nervous glance. Sara shrugged.

"I should be alright. I'll just... Well, I don't know what I'll do, I have no idea how the hell I'm gonna get a chick's number. Not exactly my forte... Wait, how the hell am I supposed to dress for this?" Sara suddenly sat up straight, looking around for any sort of answer. Grissom pointed to a woman who was wheeling in a large rack of clothing.

"Well, I suppose we should start picking that out. As for you're acting... You're going to have to be tough looking, but unassuming. Sort of the dark loner type in the corner. You know, the type women seem to flock to." Grissom tried to explain. Sara huffed a laugh, shaking her head, not believing she had agreed to this.

"Dark loner type. Alright, I can do that..." Sara tried, running a hand through her hair. Catherine started rooting through the clothing, pulling out a pair of hot, black leather pants, with a few pockets down the sides and back, along with a thick black belt with a silver buckle. She raised her eyebrow.

"Well, Sara, I think you're going to attract a few eyes with these." She mentioned, handing the pants to Sara. Sara looked at them incredulously.

"How the fuck am I supposed to get into these?" Sara yelled blankly. Greg examined the pants, and shrugged.

"Carefully?" Sara shot him a glare, but Greg couldn't keep the grin off of his face. Catherine continued to search the rack, looking for a hot top. She found a white button up blouse, with a sharp collar. It looked like it would fit okay. She passed it back to Sara, who grabbed it and examined it.

"This isn't too bad..." She mumbled, almost smiling. Catherine continued rooting, and huffed when she couldn't find what she wanted.

"Sara, do you have a long leather jacket?" She asked, turning to Sara. Sara nodded, and handed Sophia her stuff, quickly nipping into the locker room. She returned with a knee length leather jacket, which was also long on her arms, with many pockets. It looked old and worn, but still in good shape. Catherine grinned.

"Perfect. Now, go get changed and we'll do your hair." Catherine instructed. Sara grumbled and headed off to the locker room. Catherine turned to Sophia.

"Okay, when she comes back, pretend you're a lesbian, you're looking for a good lady and you've never met her before, then tell us what you think." Sophia snorted and laughed, and was soon joined by the others.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot..." She laughed out, subconsciously tugging at her sleeves. The group waited for a few more minutes, before Sara walked in. She had her thick army boots on under the loose bottom edges of her leather pants, which began to tighten past the knee, leaving no curve exaggerated. The blouse fit tight like a business shirt, the collar showing off her neck and her collar bone.

The leather jacket hung beautifully over her shoulders, putting more notice on her wide shoulders. The jacket, now that they saw it on Sara, must have been at least 10 years old, because it moved perfectly with Sara. It had a few rips and tears, but nothing too bad. It looked like the back had been involved in some sort of fire, but since been repaired enough to wear. Sara felt her ears get hot at the blatant stares she was receiving.

"Umm... Mornin'?" She joked, shoving her hands deep inside her jacket pockets. Sophia blinked wide, giving Catherine a surprised look. Catherine was looking Sara up and down, letting her eyes trail over Sara. Sophia walked over to Sara, and popped open her top button, which in turn showed off some nice cleavage. Sara looked at Sophia, shocked.

"I'm sure the rest of them will agree when I say you'll catch more eyes this way. Now, time to make you look a little tougher. Greg, any ideas?" She asked, turning to Greg. Greg smirked, holding up a little makeup kit.

"Oh yeah!" Greg laughed, having Sara sit down on a chair. Sara felt her nerves loosen as she saw Greg practically dancing around, singing to music in his head. She smiled, and closed her eyes, trusting Greg. He danced makeup along her face, darkening her lips and eyes. He then styled her hair, straight and long with a slight wave in the middle. Sara looked up, and smiled at the group's stunned expression.

"You know, as much as everyone doesn't believe it, I do go out, so stop looking so surprised. Now, brief me on this Pat character." Sara stated, standing up. Grissom rubbed his scruffy beard, and leaned back against the table.

"She's strong, mean, and manipulative. If she wants something, she goes out and gets it. So, chances are, if you catch her eye tonight, she'll give you her number, or ask for yours. If she does ask, give her this number. It's an account that we set up just for the next week, a false, if you will. She may try to... Force herself on you for a dance, or higher levels of contact. In other words, don't go to the bathroom. Keep your ground, stay in a darker type corner, and make sure you keep any other numbers. Shove em' in your pocket, or something. Anything else, you can wing it." Grissom explained. Sara nodded, stretching her arms and giving herself a good shake.

"Alright, so, when do I go?" She asked, walking with the group towards the outside. There, a few female FBI agents dressed up as club members stood outside a black Tahoe, along with another dark car.

"Evidently, now. Please be careful, Sara." Catherine stated, giving Sara a little hug. Sara nodded, and jumped into the black car, giving the group a wave. When the two vehicles left, the entire group began to get nervous, retreating inside. Hours passed as they tried to find something to talk about, wasting the time away with their own thoughts. Catherine retreated to a lab in the back, leaning her head in her hands. She didn't want Sara in this situation, it wasn't her fight. But Sara was valiant in catching the bad guys, and Catherine would not have been able to stop her. Hell, she couldn't even stop her feelings for the younger CSI.

What if she dies? It'll be your fault, you never tried to stop her. You'd never get the chance to tell her. You know what? You're going to tell her when she gets back, no matter what. Don't be a chicken, just get up and do it! Catherine's train of thought was interrupted by Sophia's excited voice.

"Catherine, Sara's back safe! Let's go greet her!" She pulled Catherine up, and they began jogging down the hallways, towards the break room. When they entered, they saw Sara. She looked mortified. Her left eye was twitching. Greg was trying to snap her out of her trance.

"Sara? Sara, are you okay? What happened?" Catherine called out, stepping in front of Sara. She blinked slowly.

"I... Feel very, very dirty, and I'd like to get this over with." Sara stated slowly. She began emptying her pockets, sending seemingly hundreds of napkins and papers onto the table. She then took her jacket off, and fished out more from her inside pockets. She tossed her jacket onto the couch, and searched the pockets of her leather pants, pulling even MORE numbers out. She reached down, and pulled out a few from the inside of her boot. She fished some from the cuffs of her shirt, and pulled one out from her cleavage. Catherine's jaw dropped open, and Sophia shook her head in disbelief.

"All that...from 3 hours?" She asked slowly, looking up at Sara. Sara nodded.

"Greg, I need you to swab my ear, and my neck." She stated. Greg looked up.

"Why?" He asked innocently.

"Because Pat licked me." She stated blankly. Warrick blinked wide, and Greg simply swabbed Sara, labeling it for DNA. He sat down, and began rooting through the numbers. His grin grew.

"Okay, let's see... Annie, Rina, Larina, Gina, Jamie, Louise, Hana..." Greg rattled off, tossing the pieces of paper over to Warrick, who began to label the 'evidence', ready to crosscheck for criminals. Greg continued to the napkins, reading them aloud.

"Natalie- Call me baby. Is that wadded up gum? Good for DNA. Vanessa- Don't make me wait long for those hands. Woah, holy crap, no wonder you're in shock. Ah, lipstick. Ksenia – Meet me in the bathroom if you want some of this. Sara, you must have been the cream of the crop. Wadded up gum in the shape of a heart. Artsy, maybe? Ronnie- You'd look great on my pillow in the morning. These girls are simply blunt in their advances to you..." Greg read aloud, throwing in his own little comments. Sara shuddered again.

"That woman practically drooled on me. I though pick up lines from guys are bad... These women were horrid! Drooling sex monkeys is the only way I can describe them." Sara leaned back in a chair, running a hand through her hair. Catherine sat down beside her, giving her a sympathetic look.

"Alright, more to go... Audry- Do you like honey? Well, that one's a little toned down. More lipstick. Rocky- I'd bend over backwards for you. Wow... Unless she's a gymnast, that's a little awkward. Hey, waddya know, a piece of candy! Sandy- I can be your bitch, babe. Evidently, I don't think I've ever heard that one. Aw, look, she drew you a picture of a little heart. Brittany- you look like an animal lover. I have the purrfect pussy for you. Oh, that's nasty, Sara. I'm starting to feel really sorry for you. Kelsey – I'll spread for you, you can slam me all night." Greg stopped, shaking his head. Warrick copied, while Nick was stunned.

"I haven't heard such disgusting, blatant sex lines since I talked to a guy at the Tangiers. In Texas, no man would be allowed to talk to any lady like that. Sara, I'm very sorry you had to do this." Nick apologized. Sara shrugged.

"Well, let's just hope I got the right number from the chick." Sara spoke. Grissom hadn't said a word, looking a little flushed. Greg grabbed a napkin, and tried to open it, only to find it very sticky. When he peeled it open, a look of disgust crossed Sara's face.

"Oh god, that one." Sara's face flushed, and she buried her face in her hands, leaning forward on her elbows. Catherine rubbed her back. Greg blinked.

"Cristina- Look how wet you make me, babe. I want your long fingers in my- HOLY SHIT!" Greg exclaimed, dropping the paper near Warrick's labeling pile. Warrick looked at the napkin and whatever substance was on it with disgust.

"Greg, is that what I think it is?" He asked slowly, prodding the paper with his tweezers. Greg was horrified.

"She stuck the napkin together with her lady-sperm!" He cried. Sara huffed a laugh.

"Lady-sperm? That's a first. If you're so disgusted just knowing that she would be that blank, let me tell you something worse. I saw her write the note. She practically sat on my lap and created the 'adhesive'." Sophia stared blankly at her, completely disgusted.

"You poor soul." She stated simply. Catherine flung an arm around Sara's shoulder. Sara nodded, leaning into Catherine slightly. Greg continued to root through a few more numbers.

"Angie- We don't need lube, I like it rough. I know you do, to. Ew, ew, ew, ew... Rebecca- Nice Jacket. Wow, is that a record for the least sexual one? Wait, here we go... Pat- I want you stretched out on the hood of my car. There it is! That's her! Sara, you did it, you got her number! And look, a... Wad of spit." Greg settled down, once again disgusted. Sara sighed, leaning fully into Catherine.

"Thank god." She stated. Catherine gave her a crushing hug.

"Awesome, we've got her now! Sara, you are so brave." She exclaimed. Sara felt her ears burn again, trying desperately to control her blush. When Catherine broke apart, Sara felt the loss, immediately missing the contact with the beautiful blond. Warrick took the evidence to DNA, and Greg followed, ready to process the evidence. Nick was filling out the report, while Grissom had retired to his office, probably to consult with his bugs. Sophia bade goodnight to the group, slipping on her jacket and heading out.

For a moment, the two women sat quiet, each lost in thought. Finally, Sara spoke up.

"Hey Catherine... you doing anything tonight? Like, with Lindsey?" Catherine looked over and shook her head.

"No, not tonight, she's at a sleepover with friend. Are you?" She asked, stretching her arms over her head. Sara shook her head.

"No, but...If you're in the mood, maybe we could have pizza at my place... I'm kinda hungry, and after all that meaningless babble with those drooling sex monkeys, I need some actual conversation with someone who can have coherent thoughts." Sara explained, getting up and grabbing her jacket, flinging it over her shoulder. Catherine nodded, and grabbed her purse, following Sara out the front door. As she hit the night air, Catherine immediately shivered, holding her arms across her chest.

Before Catherine knew it, Sara had flung her jacket over Catherine's shoulders. Catherine put her arms in the sleeves, and laughed. It looked like she was playing dress up with an older sibling's clothes. The sleeves drooped at least a hands length past the ends of her wrists, and the jacket nearly touched the ground. Sara laughed as well, her hair blowing in the crisp night air. Catherine got into Sara's car, buckling up. They soon pulled out of headquarters.

Sara hummed quietly as she drove, filling the quiet air easily. Catherine felt at ease, and smiled gently. She liked this, it was very close to what she wanted. Love. Tch, yeah, like that's gonna happen. She doesn't love you, she just wants to be friends. She had a rough enough night, leave her alone. Catherine thought to herself. Sara pulled into her apartment complex, shutting down the engine and getting out. Before Catherine could open her door, Sara was already there, opening her door and offering a hand. Catherine took it with a smile, and let herself get helped out of the car. Sara led her upstairs, and finally into her apartment.

"Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything to drink?" Sara asked, closing the door behind them with a click of the lock. Catherine sat down on the couch, and looked up at Sara.

"Do you have wine?" She asked. Sara nodded, and poured Catherine a glass of red wine, and brought it to her. Catherine smiled her thanks, looking up into Sara's eyes. Sara sat down, and they made small talk as Catherine sipped her wine. When she finished, she placed the glass on the table in front of her, and turned to Sara.

"Listen, Sara... There's something I should tell you. Lately, I've been feeling... God, I shouldn't be doing this so soon after your experience, but... I feel attracted to you. It's happened before, I've always been pulled towards you, but... This time I think it's something more. Sara, I think I'm in love with you. You can throw me out now, if you want..." Catherine finished, looking up at Sara. The moment she did, she felt lips on hers as Sara captured her lips, forcing her to lean back against the arm of the couch. Catherine let her hands fly to Sara's neck, pulling her closely.

When they broke for air, Sara looked down to Catherine with lust filled eyes.

"I've loved you for a while now. Now, unless you stop me, I'm pretty sure I'm going to fuck you on my couch. Any qualms about it?" Sara asked. Catherine smirked, and wrapped her legs around Sara's hips, pressing her center to the button on Sara's leather pants. Sara moaned, breathing hot air across Catherine's neck.

"Fuck me, Sidle." Sara kissed Catherine's neck, nibbling the hollow of her throat. She began pulling Catherine's shirt from her body, only stopping her kisses to pop it off of Catherine's head. She leaned down and licked the exposed flesh. Catherine moaned loudly, running her hands through Sara's dark locks. Sara used her expert hands and began popping open the buttons to Catherine's pants. With a few quick movements, she had Catherine down to her underwear and bra.

"Ugn, lace... So hot babe..." Sara mumbled, pulling off Catherine's bra and beginning to suck on her diamond hard nipples. Catherine moaned and bucked forward, grinding her hips on Sara's. Sara's hands roamed Catherine's body, massaging and exploring with ease. She hooked her thumbs underneath Catherine's underwear, pulling them down and tossing them somewhere into the corner of the room. She looked into Catherine's eyes for reassurance. Catherine looked at her lustfully, and gave a soft smile.

"I love you, Sara." She spoke. Sara grinned, and slowly made her way down Catherine's body with her tongue and fingers. When she found her throbbing center, Sara took the tiny nub into her mouth, giving it a little bite. Catherine shrieked, grabbing Sara's head and pushing her down harder. Sara began swirling her tongue along Catherine's slit and sensitive nub, every once in a while dipping in for a taste.

"Oh, Sara... Fuck!" Catherine cried. Sara placed Catherine's legs on her shoulders, and continued to feast. She then brought two fingers to Catherine's gleaming center, and pushed in slowly. Catherine continued to call out to the heavens as Sara began thrusting in time with her licks. Catherine's hips began bucking, and her shrieks became louder and more frantic. Sara gave her clit a nip, and with a final thrust, sent Catherine careening over the edge. Catherine gripped Sara's shoulders as she kissed her way up the blonde's body, finally lying with her head on Catherine's shoulder. Catherine sighed.

"Oh, baby, that was..." Catherine trailed off, stroking Sara's dark hair. Sara laughed lightly.

"I'll take that as meaning it was good. You do realize... I'm not letting you get away now." Sara warned, looking up. Catherine smiled.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Sara smiled back, and rested her head back on Catherine's shoulder, gripping at Catherine's sides. Catherine thought for a moment.

"Sara... Did that woman really orgasm on that napkin?" Sara's eyes popped open, and she laughed in disgust.

"Unfortunately, yes, she did. She finger-fucked herself, then spewed all over the napkin, folded it, and stuck it in my pocket. She licked her finger as she walked away. I couldn't believe that someone would be so... Blunt." Sara explained. Catherine laughed.

"So... If we were in the break room, and I passed you a note that said I wanted you to take me over the break room table, would you do it?" She asked. Sara felt her face flush, then she caught the joke.

"Yeah. And I'd give the rest of the guys a show by making you scream my name again."

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