Title: Life according to Hannah Jenkins (3/5)

Author: Maaike

Pairing: C/S

Genre: comedy (or at least, that's my intention)

Disclaimers: See chapter 1.

Wow, look at that! I managed to sneak out of the room without being noticed, I can go home in one piece now. Man, I'm proud of myself!

"Jenkins!"

I almost cringe; I was so close to the door, so close. Damn! I turn around to see Sara standing in the hallway, hands in her sides, looking like she is going to give me trouble. What did I do now?

"Yes?" I say with the sweetest tone of voice I can come up with at the moment. Wouldn't want to piss the gorgeous brunette off.

"Where do you think you are going?" She asks me as she is coming closer.

I check my watch, nope; I'm certainly not leaving too early. What does she want from me?

"Erm, home?" It's almost if I'm asking her a question instead of answering her. I'm quite the hero tonight aren't I? I wonder how all those guys put up with these two women, now I understand why they were so quiet. Hell I'd put them on top of my list if I had good coffee, I totally understand Greg. They'd probably make him share the last few drops of his coffee even if he hadn't had some himself!

"Wrong," she simply states.

Wrong? How can I answer that question wrong? What is going on here? I quickly check around to see if there are any of those candid cameras or if I ended up in the Twilight Zone but I don't see any cameras nor do I hear that annoying tune. What the hell?

"Sofia has got the suspect; you and I are going to PD to join in on the interrogation."

Ah ok, but hey! I just clocked out, oh man. The things I do for this woman.

"Are you guys always like this?" I ask her as we walk out of the building.

"Get used to it Jenkins," she says with a smirk. A cute smirk I might add.

I hop in just in time for Sara to drive out of the parking lot. I reckon this woman does not have a whole lot of patience when it comes to interrogating suspects, man I'm glad I'm on this side of the law, I'd sure think twice if I was a criminal in this city.

After a while of driving she turns her head to me.

"What did Catherine want?" She asks me.

I look at her with suspicion, is she clairvoyant? Or can she read my mind?

"I've know Catherine for a while, sometimes I know what she wants by the way she looks at someone," Sara explains as if she really read my mind. This is getting scary now. So Catwoman and Yoda work together on one team.

"So why are you asking me what she wanted if you know?" I try to give her a witty reply, have to keep up the good appearance.

"I know she wanted to talk to you, but not what about."

"That's something you don't want to know," I state simply as Sara pulls into the parking lot of PD, again I'm saved. Maybe there is a God or a Goddess.

"You are not getting away that easy Jenkins," Sara smirks before getting out of the car, "there is also the ride back."

I sigh, she is good. She really seems to have it all, except the understanding that Catherine wants her, well that probably half the Lab wants her.

"Come on, let's get inside, or are you going to stand there all morning?" Sara says as she is making her way to the front door.

The standing here all morning part suddenly sounds very interesting, but then again, after a while she will come back and I'll have to face hell anyway, so why not go inside with her, maybe that Sofia woman can save me this time.

Sara takes me to a room and tells me to wait here until she gets back. She points at the two-way mirror and says I can look in on the interrogation. I swear she was about to explain what a two-way mirror was, but I nodded just in time. As I look through the mirror I see Sofia is already in the room with the suspect. And yes, ladies and gentleman, it is a man. I sure feel sorry for him; this must be the worst day of his life.

Some minutes into the interview Sofia leaves the room, leaving the poor man alone with Sara. I just started wondering where the hell she ran off to when she opens the door to the room I'm standing in.

"Jenkins," she says as she nods her head and joins me at the mirror.

I nod back while I think of a good thing to say, but my mind fails me. I decide to just go with the normal thing.

"Miss Sofia the detective," I say, cringing at the sound of what I just said. I kinda do not know her last name, and oh God, maybe she is a Mrs. I think Sofia realised that I look like a deer in the headlights because she starts laughing.

"You really are the cutest woman I've ever seen around here," she says.

I shake my head in disbelief, she did NOT just say that! As my mouth hits the floor, Sofia looks at me as if an alien is growing out of my head.

"What?" The blonde asks me.

"Oh man, I feel so stupid now. Sorry, I just totally forgot your last name," I'm totally not going to react on what I think she said, for all I know it's just wishful thinking, knowing my mind is in the gutter most of the time.

"Curtis," she says with a smile and turns her attention back to the mirror.

"Curtis," I mumble.

As I turn my attention back to the mirror, I see Sara practically eating the poor suspect alive, yup, that's my girl! Well she is not really my girl, but you get the point.

"Man, I feel sorry for the criminals in this city, with you three hunting them down, they will sure not commit a crime again," I mumble, just a little too loud, making Sofia chuckle.

"You're not too bad yourself, Jenkins, use your wit on those criminals and we'll be a team of four strong women."

I think I just grew three centimetres, tomorrow I'll probably have to buy new clothes.

"Catherine scares me," I tell her.

"Yeah sometimes she scares me too, she is very clear about the things she wants," Sofia answers with a wink, "but then again, so am I."

I look at her in awe, is she flirting with me?

"Did she give you the "Sara-speech"?" I ask her.

"Yup."

"Is everyone gay here? Or is it just me?" I ask her, trying to get more out of her.

"Yup."

Wow, did I land in a good team or what? Catwoman, Yoda and a detective that likes to say yup, and they are all gay!

"Sorry for asking so many questions," I offer, although I'm not really sorry.

"You're not sorry, but that's ok, it's your job."

I swear all three of those women can read my mind! Or maybe it's me, maybe I say my thoughts out loud? I have to remind myself to check that the next time I think something.

After an exhausting night, I let myself fall on my bed. Man, this is going to be one hell of a ride. What a job. That blonde detective, she is hot, maybe if I gather the courage I will ask her out.