Title: Life according to Hannah Jenkins (4/5)
Author: Maaike
Pairing: C/S
Genre: comedy (or at least, that's my intention)
Disclaimers: See chapter 1.
A/N: I´m going back home to Holland, I won´t update for a few days, sorry guys.
I am so ready for my second night at work. I'm actually looking forward to it, I don't know what I did to deserve this but it has to be something damn good.
As soon as I walk into the Las Vegas Crime Lab I bump into the hot detective that has been playing a starring role in last night's dream. Shall I ask her out now or shall I ask her out later? Ah well, why not just go for it.
"Jenkins," she says with her sexy voice, nodding in the way only detectives do.
"Curtis," I say with a smile, half because I'm glad to see her, and half because I'm proud that I remembered her name this time.
As Sofia walks past me, I turn around and stop her.
"What?" she says in a nice, but still dangerous way.
"I er..I was wondering," oh man, there it goes, "After shift, would you like to go for a drink with me?"
Sofia raises her eyebrow, damn that's hot.
"Are you asking me on a date, Jenkins?" she says with a smile as she crosses her arms in front of her chest.
Oh yeah baby, I'm asking you for a date, the whole thing, dinner, movie, ending up in bed, the WHOLE thing.
"Erm, yeah," I mumble, I'm such a hero.
"I'm not gay Hannah, but thank you for asking. We can go for a drink though, a girl's night out kind of drink?"
I wish the floor would just suck me up so I can disappear into nothingness. She is not gay? Oh man, I was so sure of it.
"But, you said..," I stumble over my words, I'm so busted.
"I didn't say I was gay, I just confirmed Catherine and Sara are, at least I think so," she offers with a smile, "Sorry if I made you think the wrong thing."
Ok, so it was just wishful thinking.
"You said,"
"Yeah, I said Catherine gave me the Sara-speech, but I think she does that with everyone, I think she even gave it to Greg," Sofia chuckles at her own words.
Damn, she can read my mind. I take a deep breath and calm myself down, ok, she does want to go for a drink with me, meaning she might want to be friends or at least good colleagues, not all is lost.
"I'm sorry, I'd love to go for a drink with you, as in a girl's night out," I smile.
"I'll see you after shift," she smiles as she strides out of the Lab.
On my way on the locker room, while licking my wounds, I'm greeted by the heated sounds of Catherine and Sara fighting. I wonder when those two will get a room and fuck the tension off because it's getting annoying, even for me, and I'm only here for the second day.
I decided to barge in, even though it might mean the death of me. It's not that I really got anything to lose at the moment; my dignity and ego are gone anyway.
"Hey guys," I say to the two fighting hens. They look ready to claw at each other but are stunned to see me walk in.
"Can't you see we are busy?" Catherine bites at me.
"Last time I checked the locker room was a public area, they didn't give you an office for nothing," I bite back at her as I casually walk to my locker.
I need to get humiliated more; it sure changes my attitude for the better.
Encouraged by my recent discovery I turn towards the two and cross my arms in front of my chest.
"Ladies," I say, getting the attention of both women. They are both panting because of what they think is anger, but the rest of the world acknowledges as arousal.
Sara and Catherine both mimic my move and cross their arms in front of their chests, if I not make it out alive, at least I had the chance to get to know these hot women.
"Why don't you two just kiss and make up, all the fighting is getting a bit old. Just get a room and fix this tension between you, haven't you heard that make up sex is the best type of sex there is?" I say, ready to face the wrath of Yoda and Cat woman.
They both look at me, stunned. Catherine starts mouthing something but nothing comes out, making her look like a fish on the dry, Sara just stares at me and then at Catherine.
I smirk, this is priceless, who would have thought they wouldn't kill me but instead realise what I've been seeing all along.
Suddenly Catherine, in stead of making a witty remark, grabs Sara and kisses her full on. Now it's my turn to be stunned and speechless, this was not how it was supposed to happen.
It takes Sara a while to reply, but when she does, I can almost see the sparks flying around. Well that's my good deed for today.
Suddenly they stop and look at me, for a moment it looks like they are going to attack me, but I'm not scared. They look a lot less dangerous, both with swollen lips, red cheeks and panting like a dog that ran around the park.
Catherine looks at me intently and motions her head towards the door. I look at the door and back at her, not understanding what she means. Until Sara walks over and shoves me out of the door that is, maybe they wanted some privacy. I smile, feeling very ashamed, I'm such a pervert.
I decide to stay here and prevent any other unsuspecting co-workers from entering the love battle field that was one called the locker room.
Greg is the first poor victim that tries to enter. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I smile sweetly at him.
"Greg, wanna earn a gold star?" I say to him.
Greg's eyebrow joins the other that is almost touching his hairline. "What are you talking about?" he asks, looking at me like I'm a crazy woman.
"You have your coffee list, I've got my gold star list," I tease him.
"What's your list for," ah I got his interest.
"You'll find out when you've got five golden stars," I say to him with a mysterious smile on my face.
"What do you want me to do?" He asks, I guess he is tired of this little game he started.
"I'd like a coffee," I say.
"Then why are you standing here? There is coffee in the break room," he says, but soon it dawns on him, "Ah, you want ME to get you some of MY famous coffee?"
I nod, this guy must be a genius. "And get yourself one while you're at it," I say after him.
"I like your thinking Jenkins," he says while already on his way to the break room.
I manage to keep off Warrick and Nick and almost manage to fail keeping Grissom out. I thought he would be the easiest one but instead he gave me the most trouble. He is like a 2 year old, asking those 'why-questions', he just didn't stop. I ended up telling him he would be traumatized if he went in. He tells me that if I see the other women I have to advise them to go to the break room. As he walks away I knock on the door.
"Ladies, time to start work," I hear a sound that was supposed to mean a confirmation. "Work now, play later," I add with a laugh as I get my ass to the break room.