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Part 2
Two days later...
Wendy walked over to where Catherine was standing at the printer. "The results should be here any second now, then you'll know whether you were right," the DNA-tech said.
"Grissom always tells us the evidence doesn't lie, though this time, I'd say my instinct isn't lying either. Samuels is lying through his teeth, those wounds aren't defensive wounds, those are self-inflicted, and once this sample turns out to be his, he'll get a one-way ticket to prison."
Wendy nodded. Finally the printer spit out the results. As she handed the sheet over to Catherine she nudged her shoulder, "By the way, did you see Sara arrive this evening?"
"Yeah," Catherine replied, immediately showing a dreamy look on her face, the sheet with test-results momentarily forgotten. "I'd just parked my car when she drove up to the building."
"I must say that motor suit looks really good on her," the dark-haired woman smirked. "Those long, leather-clad legs," she said as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Imagine what-"
"Back off, Simms," Catherine replied, sending her friend a mock-evil glare.
"Woah, calm down," Wendy started, raising her hands up in the air. "She's not my type anyhow. I like ' em blonde."
"And accessorized with badge and handcuffs," Catherine quipped laughingly.
Wendy blushed a little "Well, handcuffs can come in very…handy," she replied before she started to laugh as well.
"Oh, just hear the two of us." Catherine sighed. "We're acting like they're our girlfriends already, and we don't even know if they-"
But before she could finish her sentence, Greg walked in. "Catherine, Wendy," he greeted them nodding. "Are those the results from the Samuels case?"
Catherine cleared her throat, focussing on the piece of paper before answering the young CSI. "Yes…yes Greg, they are. Turns out once again my intuition didn't fail me," she said as she checked the sheet.
"Nice," Greg replied. "Well, ladies," he started as he headed off, a smirk settling on his lips. "I'll go find Grissom, you two just…go on with your tea party." He quickly vanished into the hall, leaving two surprised looking women behind.
"So, who's the lead on this case?" Wendy inquired, feigning uninterest.
"I am," Catherine answered, already knowing that wasn't the answer her friend was looking for. After receiving a glare from the DNA-tech she contiued, "Just kidding. Brass started the case, but the Mayor needed him. So, he handed the case to Sofia."
Suddenly they heared someone clearing their throat, and both turned to the doorway. "Speaking of the devil..." Catherine whispered, her words only reaching Wendy's ears.
"Sofia, hey,"Catherine started as she focussed on the detective. "We were just talking about you," she added smirking, receiving an elbow in her side from the dark-haired lab worker.
"Were you?" Sofia asked, quircking an eyebrow as she stepped into the room.
"Yes," Wendy quickly answered. "I needed to know who was the lead on this case...for the paperwork, you know?"
Sofia nodded, a smal smile on her lips as she noticed the grin on Catherine's face and the blush on Wendy's. Am I imagining things, or...?
The detective quickly cleared her mind, focussing on why she'd been looking for them in the first place. "It's good you're both here. Is Greg here as well? He should hear this too," she stated as she took a step back into the hall, checking if the youngest CSI was around.
"He was just here. I'll get him," the strawberry blonde said, winking at Wendy as she walked past Sofia and out of the room.
"Have you already got the results of the Samuels case?" Sofia asked as she puled a small notepad from her backpocket, trying to keep her thoughts on the case instead of on Wendy.
"Yes," Wendy replied as she grabbed some papers before walking over to the detective and handing them over. "I just gave them to Catherine and Greg as well."
"Thank you," the blonde said huskily, her lips curling into a smile as their fingers grazed along one another's.
"You're welome," Wendy practically whispered. Did she feel that as well? She thought as she still felt where their hands had touched.
"Hello, detective." Greg's voice came from behind.
"Greg, good you're here," Sofia started, turning her attention back on the case at hand again. "The Sherriff called me. He informed me that the media is all over this case and therefore he wants us to prepare for the hearing in great detail."
"As if normally we don't always do that," Catherine huffed.
"Indeed," Greg chimed in, both Wendy and Sofia nodding as well.
"I know," the detective started, "But you all know how the Sherriff gets when he hears cases are widely covered by the media."
Again they all nodded.
"Anyways, the case'll be tomorrow afternoon and I need you all to be there, prepared for the worst." she turned to Wendy before continuing, "And I need you there as well, as DNA expert on the case, alright?"
"Sure," the dark-haired woman smiled.
"Alright then," Sofia started. "I'll stop by tomorrow, to pick you up on my way to court," she said to them all, though only had eye for Wendy.
Both Greg and Catherine noticed the exchange of looks between the detective and the DNA-tech, and grinned at one another.
"That's a good idea," Greg replied as Wendy remained silent, merely staring into the blonde's eyes.
Suddenly it seemed as if the spell was broken as both of the women realized they were staring and started to blush.
"Okay...well," Sofia stuttered as she took a step backwards and out of the room. "I'll see you all tomorrow." And with that said she disappeared into the hallway and out of sight.
"That was awkward," Wendy whispered.
"You can say that again," Greg laughed, which earned him a poke in the ribs from Catherine. "Ouch, hey, that's sexual harrasment," he said mockingly as he placed a hand on the spot where the strawberry blonde's elbow had hit him.
"Better watch your ass then, 'cause if you keep bugging Wendy I can't guarantee your safety," Catherine replied semi-seriously.
"Alright, alright," he stated, both hands raised high in the air. "I know when to take my leave." He quickly got out of the room, leaving the two women behind.
"Well, if she didn't notice that," Catherine said as she put her arm around a blushing Wendy's shoulder, "she's as blind as a bat."
"Look at my face," Wendy said as she pointed to herself. "Do I look like I'm laughing?"
"Hmmm," Catherine started as she regarded her friend. "I can't really tell, your red cheeks immediately grab my attention."
"Why you-" Wendy pushed Catherine away. "Get out of my lab!"
"I'll see you tomorrow," Catherine said, waving at the DNA-tech as she walked out of the room.
To Be Continued...