DISCLAIMER: All this belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and those folks at CBS, not to me
otherwise the show would be a LOT different. Oh, and there's a Xena reference, see if you can spot it.
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Sara collapsed back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. "Wow."
"You said that already." Sofia's voice was equally breathless and a bit muffled, since she was sprawled out on her stomach, back covered in a sheen of sweat.
"I know, it's just that was" Words failed the brunette CSI.
"Incredible? Fantastic? Exhausting?"
"Yeah." Sara finally mustered the strength to lift her head. Looking at the blonde lying next to her, she gave her a wicked, gap-toothed grin. "I had no idea you were that flexible, Detective Curtis."
Sofia arched an eyebrow at her. "I have many skills."
"Apparently so "
They had cleaned the CSI's cluttered storage space all afternoon, on one of their rare days off together. Or at least they were cleaning, until something far more interesting turned up; one thing led to another, and soon Sara had found herself on her hands and knees straddling a sweaty Sofia
Sara decided keeping her head up required too much effort, and flopped back into the pillows. "Who knew playing Twister could be so much fun?"
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