Title: Invasion

Category: CSI fem-slash, Sara/Catherine

Spoilers: Justice Is Served

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Disclaimer: Without Prejudice. The names of all characters contained here-in are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.

Notes: My first fem-slash fic. I changed a bit of the circumstances from JiS for the purpose of this fic.

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Her scent invaded my senses as she brushes past me. The unique mixture of the strawberries from her shampoo meshed perfectly with her vanilla hand cream and her leather jacket. The scent that haunts my dreams, both sleeping and waking. Does she have this effect on everyone she meets?

Sometimes I think she does it on purpose. She stands a little too close, not that I mind. But then I see her do the same to Nick and Warrick…Grissom even, and she confuses me all over again. She asked me out for lunch today, I'm sure we will just end up talking about the case, but I can't help the gathering of butterflies that stir up in my stomach when I think about it.

I can sense her approaching aura behind me.

"You worried you tipped your hand in there?" I ask, looking into her eyes.

"No."

"Look, don't bite my head off, but any chance you're going after this guy
because you're a mother?" I ask.

"Pickens is a drug addict and sex offender operating a two-ton kid
magnet."

"Yeah." I agree, wondering where she is going with this.

"Did you take a look around that carnival?" She asks, meeting my eyes.

"Maybe." I reply evasively, not quite sure what she is implying.

"Did you notice anything about those other rides? Ferris wheel-
single cars in the open. Zipper-single cars in the open. Himalaya-group cars
in the open. How come Pickens was hanging around the only ride that takes kids into the dark?"

Good question.

"What if he pulled that little girl out of the car?"

My mind immediately focused entirely on the case once again. "You have anything to support that?"

A look that I can't exactly describe comes over her face just then, and she silently turns on her heel, and heads down the hallway.

I sigh.

"Hey. We aren't going to lunch, are we?" I ask aloud.

But she was already gone.

Finis!

Completed: 12/11/04