DISCLAIMER: Not mine. I promise I'm only borrowing them and will return them to their rightful owners whenever they ask for them back. My imagination took a flight of fancy.....my bank account stayed empty. (Seriously, the cast of CSI belong to Jerry Bruckenheimer & CBS, and I'm only borrowing them for some free daydreaming that I wrote down.).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is fluff I repeat, FLUFF! Anyone expecting serious fic should wander off to something else.
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The Proof is in the Eating
"Where is it?" asked Catherine, clearly frustrated as she stormed into the break room.
"Where is what?" asked Sara, the only occupant, startled by the sudden outburst.
"What evidence? We've not got a case yet," explained Sara calmly, surprised at Catherine's behaviour.
"The evidence I was processing in the Trace Lab. It was priority!" Catherine looked like she was about to cry.
"I'll come and look with you," suggested Sara, dropping her feet to the floor and pushing up to standing.
"Thanks," said Catherine distractedly, rushing off towards Trace.
"What are we looking for?"
"Catherine, calm down. What sort of evidence?" asked Sara, nodding to Hodges as he walked in the lab.
"Did someone say cookies?" asked Hodges, oozing over to join them.
"Yes, I had a bag in here."
"Chocolate chip?" asked Hodges, looking guilty.
"Yes....you didn't? You ate my evidence!"
"But it wasn't marked....." began Hodges, wondering if he was fired now, only for Sara to interrupt.
"Catherine, why were you about to process some chocolate chip cookies?"
"It's Lindsey's school fete and there's a mother's bake off... I can't be beaten by Mrs Sneildorf for the THIRD year in a row. I need to know her secret!"
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