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

Author: Maaike

Pairing: C/S

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

Disclaimers: See chapter 1.

The whole family is waiting in the break room for Catherine and Sara to enter. I am impressed because apart from the shit eating grins on their faces, you can't see they just came out of a heated make-out session. As Catwoman and Yoda sit down, Bugman starts talking. We are analyzing our cases and before I know another shift is over.

I see Sofia leaning against the hood of her car, looking all sexy. I better get these dirty thoughts out of my mind before I….

Suddenly I see the concrete floor of the parking lot coming closer and closer. Since when does the floor come up? Oh wait, ugh, I was going down. Strong arms are trying to get me to stand up but that's quite hard when the rest of my body isn't willing to work with me yet.

"Hannah, are you ok?" I heard a husky voice asking me.

My head shoots up at the direction of the voice, this is the first time someone is using my first name. I'm greeted by a smiling Sara Sidle, did I tell you how cute the gap between her teeth is.

Suddenly it feels like I've been slapped in the face when Catherine talks to me.

"Are you ok Jenkins?" I realise she did actually slap me in the face. I look at her in awe as she smiles at me.

"Just had to get you out of that daze," she simply states with that smug grin of hers.

I roll my eyes at her and feel that Sara is letting me go.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," she offers with a slight blush on her cheeks.

I bet she didn't see me, she was probably seeing herself with Catherine in a very compromising position. I smile at her and tell her it's ok, before I walk towards Sofia I wink at her. My way of wishing her good luck, she is going to need that with Catherine.

I walk up to Sofia, who is grinning like an idiot. Even if I had a chance of 'turning' her, I just blew it by being a total klutz. Nice move Jenkins, well at least I didn't fall at her feet, now that would have been corny.

"Nice move," the blonde tells me as I get in her car, "very smooth," she adds before she bursts out laughing.

I feel myself turning red, something I normally don't do, out of free will. I feel so dumb right now and Sofia laughing at me doesn't make me feel any better. Apart from the part that at least I can make her laugh.

"You sure are something Jenkins," Sofia manages to tell me between her fits of laughter.

"Thanks, I guess," I say with a smile, her laughter sure is contagious.

The next night I entered the break room to three guys, all smiling at me. What the hell did I do? I quickly look down and see that I am indeed fully dressed, not wearing weird clothes and I didn't come in on my socks. I look up again and yes, they are still smiling goofily at me.

Greg decides to clear it all up. "Hannah, we all would like to thank you. Whatever you did with Catherine and Sara last night, it worked!"

I raise my eyebrow and look at Warrick and Nick. Maybe they can explain what Greg means, I seriously don't understand that guy at times.

"He means to say that finally the tension between those two is gone. They are actually nice to each other," Warrick explains.

"Ah ok, well I didn't really do anything," oh I'm such a bad liar, and oh so modest.

"We should start a fan club for you!" Greg jokes, although I think he could seriously mean what he just said.

"Thanks Greg, but no thanks, I really didn't do anything," I say again.

"Come on Hannah, we all know you were keeping everyone out of the locker room yesterday, have you even seen Cath and Sara?" Nick says with a smile.

I just shake my head and look at Nick in disbelief.

"Yeah, what were they doing in the locker room Hannah?" Greg asked me, raising his eyebrow. Instead of making me scared, he cracked me up, that guy seriously is funny.

I would have never expected this to happen, but Catherine saved the day by entering and taking up all the guys' attention. Catherine is a very attractive woman and she knows it, maybe she could teach me a thing or two, or three.

Well that's about it, my first week at CSI. Like I said earlier, I did fit right in, probably because my behaviour was very nerdy. I would do it all again, apart from the falling thing, but let's just forget about that. I guess I actually made a difference in this place, like the guys said, Catherine and Sara hardly fought anymore, although I had to endure hearing the heavy duty make out sessions. But I only got myself to blame for that.

Greg almost caught them the other day, he heard the moans. Well goofy as he is, he totally likes me, thus believes every word I say. I just told him that the girls where taking a shower after dumpster duty and I advised them to try the new Herbal Essences shampoo. He knew right away what I meant and he mentioned the commercial. It still makes me laugh when I think of it, he walked away mumbling that maybe he should get that shampoo too.

My last thing to do before the weekend was talking to the big boss, Gil Grissom. Well he isn't really the big boss, but I thought I'd give him a nicer nickname than bugman. After all, he is a good guy. He was going to evaluate my first week with me and tell me what I should improve or change.

"Sit down," he told me as I came into his office.

I looked around and wondered where the hell to sit. Every surface was covered in papers and some other things; I don't even want to know what it is. So instead, I opt for standing.

"I'm fine where I am Sir."

"Ok, well I have to say you managed to squeeze yourself in. Everyone seems very happy with having you on the team. Even LVPD send me an evaluation form," he starts.

I raise my eyebrow, the police force actually filled in an evaluation form? Did pigs fly?

He sees my amazement and continues, "Sofia filled in a form, saying you were very professional and you did well on the interviews," he smiles at me, which instead of comforting looks a little eerie.

"I'll remember to thank her. Anything else, Sir?"

"Yes," he says before pausing.

I almost step closer, for one reason or another I don't want to miss this.

He takes in a deep breath and looks at me thoroughly, "stop calling me Sir."