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.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
FEEDBACK: To ncruuk[at]gmail.com
"Willows." Catherine was ruthlessly blunt in answering her cell phone. It was her day off.
"Catherine? It's Jim Brass."
"No, I won't come in and go undercover as a stripper for you again..." stated Catherine firmly, remembering the last time Brass called her in the middle of her weekend off.
"PULL!" came a shout in the background.
"What?" Brass was confused, he thought he recognized the voice.
"DOWN A BIT!"
"What did you want Jim?"
"Catherine, where are..." Jim definitely recognized the voice now, or so he thought. Why on earth would she be shouting such things?
"UP A BIT!"
"Jim, I can't hear you too good, the line's not great," explained Catherine, wondering why he had rung.
"Catherine, where are you?"
"Is that Sara I hear?" There was no mistaking Sara Sidle's voice now.
"Yes. Look Jim, what did you want?" Catherine's patience was rapidly disappearing.
"What the hell is she doing?"
"LEFT HAND DOWN A BIT!"
"Yes, Sara, she's shouting awfully loud " Brass was beginning to get concerned.
"Look Jim, was there a reason you rang, or can I hang up and get back to what I was doing."
"YOU DID IT!"
"What were you doing?" asked Jim, thoroughly disturbed by the background shouts.
"Sara's teaching Lindsey to fly a stunt kite. I've supposed to be videoing it!"
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