Title: Life according to Hannah Jenkins (2/5)
Author: Maaike
Pairing: C/S
Genre: comedy (or at least, that's my intention)
Disclaimers: See chapter 1.
My first night as a member of the Graveyard shift went by so fast, and it went very well I might add. I'm in the break room having another coffee with Sara, who is just getting more and more interesting by the second. She managed to talk to me and not say anything at all, I like mysteries.
Catherine comes walking into the break room and shoots me a death glare as she sees me standing next to Sara. Not my idea of fun, but then again, I like mysteries and not over obvious things like the blondes crush on my new found favourite CSI. By the way Sara's face lit up when the blonde entered the room, I'd say the attraction was mutual, but hey, who am I to judge about other peoples lives. If they want to walk around in circles, beating around the bush, who am I to stop them?
The coffee man, Greg, calls Sara and she rushed out of the room, leaving me with the blonde who looks like she is about to rip me into a million pieces. I look behind me to see if maybe she is directing those nasty looks at someone else, but I'm disappointed by the fact that I'm the only person in the room with her. I might be in trouble and that on my first day, which must be a record. Catherine moves closer to me in an almost feline way, which is actually scaring me. Is she going to jump me? I know I'm not the ugliest person on this planet, but hell she can do better.
"Hannah," she says as she is standing so close to me we are almost sharing the same air.
"Catherine," I say back with all the courage I have gathered. This woman is scary; I hope I didn't piss her off.
"You saw that brunette right?" She almost hisses, maybe she is feline after all. Oh hell, maybe she is the real catwoman! I'm in trouble.
"Uh, yeah I did," I answer as casual and cool as possible, can't let her know I'm scared. But then again, she probably already smelled it with her catlike smelling sense or however they call that.
"She's mine," she whispers just loud enough for me to hear.
"Oh." Damn it Jenkins, very sophisticated, she will definitely think you are intelligent after that great answer.
"Stay away from her," Catherine repeats as she retreats and smiles sweetly at me. Hey two can play that game, I didn't see no sign with "Property of Catherine, no trespassing" on Sara's neck.
"That's going to be a little hard as I work with her," I reply, getting a bit of my good old style back.
"You know what I mean Jenkins," she hisses.
Hmm, should I risk it or not? I mean I've been in catfights, hell I even fought over men, but I never had a catfight with a real cat, no wonder her name is Catherine. I smirk at my own witty sense of humour, causing Catherine to jerk her head in my direction.
"What's so funny Jenkins?"
"Oh, nothing, was just thinking about something," Oh yeah Hannah, you are a real hero.
"And what might that be?"
Oops, no wonder this woman is a CSI, she doesn't let anything slip. Right there and then I decide to just spill, I might as well go down a hero.
"I was thinking that I didn't see a sign around Sara's neck saying she is yours, and I doubt that she even knows it herself."
If looks could kill, they'd be planning my funeral now. Her look changes after a few seconds though, maybe I've hit a nerve or something.
"That's something I'm working on," her voice sounds softer, as if she is admitting defeat. Nah, it can't be that easy.
"Ah I see," I say as I decide to push her a little further, "and for how long have you been working on that, if I may ask?"
"No, you may not ask," She replies in a cold almost broken tone of voice. I feel bad now, kicking the woman while she is down.
"For what it's worth, I think you should work harder. I don't know about your strategy but maybe you should use a more direct manner of approach," I say, regaining my so called self-confidence, "she doesn't strike me as the type to make the first move, if you are waiting on that, you'll probably be waiting forever."
"Shut up."
All right, that was quite clear. For now I'll just do as I'm told, don't want to get myself into real trouble.
"I have to say it Jenkins, you've got some balls," Catherine adds with a smile.
"I sure do hope I don't, I like how I am," I say referring to my femininity.
"You know what I mean smartass, I heard about your smart remarks from Sofia, you don't seem like someone on their first day. Either you are trying to make a good impression or you are just plain stupid."
Oops, she is on to me, although both her answers are right.
"If she was stupid she wouldn't be here."
Bugman is here to save the day, well the night really. I know I shouldn't really call him that since he is my boss and all, but fortunately no one can read my mind.
"Gil, how nice of you to join us," Catherine says.
Somehow I have the feeling that this is far from over. I'll probably get a lot more shit from that woman, man she needs to get laid. Maybe I should help her with it. Not that I'm the expert when it comes to dating, but this is just to save my own ass as well.