Title: Bad Thoughts Author: Amy aka Lady Julieanne Pairng: C/S Rating: Ranges from PG-13 to NC-17 Disclaimer: CBS and affiliates own the characters and the show. I make no money and it would be pointless to try to get any out of me. Feedback: Please, very much so. Love feedback. Must have it to survuve. Feel free to post here or mail to js1n2001@yahoo.com ********************************************************************** Part 13 Catherine was interviewing Jonathan Freese. Actually, the interview had kind of turned into a stalemate. Jonathan just glared at Catherine without answering any questions. Catherine did find out that he now knew about his mother, and his girlfriend, and his father. But he had basically stopped answering questions. Sometimes he would grunt or nod, but Catherine could get nothing useful out of him. Sara knocked on the door and popped her head in to the interview room. "Catherine, can I talk to you for a second?" Catherine left Jonathan to glower at the table or whatever else he could find, and joined Sara in the hallway. "Yeah?" "Brass found the girlfriend, Eliza. We just had a nice little chat." Sara told her. Sara could see the excitement behind Catherine's eyes. "Turns out Scott hasn't all too honest with us. The split wasn't entirely amicable and he turned abusive right after Jessica asked for a divorce. At least that what she's saying." Sara watched as Catherine's eyes narrowed in thought. "Also, turns out her arrests for domestic battery were for hitting Jonathan, not Jessica. She says he hit her too." "I think it's time to turn this into a regular old family reunion and get dad involved." Catherine suggested. "Brass is finishing up with Eliza right now, I'll have him send someone out to get Mr. Freese." Sara said heading back to her interview room. Well, that went easier than I thought it would. I mean, yeah so I wanted to bend her over the interview table and take her until she screamed my name, but I didn't do it. Whoa. Bad thoughts. Really bad thoughts. Get back to work! Catherine had noticed that Sara had been staring at her while they spoke. Looking into her eyes for something. Hope she couldn't tell what I was thinking. She gets so excited when she's on a case. She's practically bouncing off the walls with new found energy. I remember when I used to get that jazzed from solving a case. Catherine gave Sara's retreating figure one last look, before going back into her interview room. "So, we found your girlfriend." She told Jonathan. "Ex." Was all he said. "Okay then. We found your ex-girlfriend. She has an interesting story to tell." Catherine was trying to get Jonathan to say something. Anything. "She says you used to hit her. That when she arrested for domestic battery, it was because she hit you after you hit her." "Not true." Boy he was getting more and more talkative. "What's not true?" "I never hit her." "That's not what she says." "Well she's lying." "About what. If you don't start talking, then I'll have no choice but to believe her. Tell me what's been happening." "I never hit her. She just told the cops that. I don't know why. Probably so she wouldn't get charged. But I didn't hit her." He was adamant that he didn't hit her, which almost made Catherine believe him. Almost. "Why should I believe you? After all, you did hit me." Catherine reminded him. Sara quietly entered the interview room and sat next to Catherine. "You don't have to believe me. But I didn't hit her. She would sometimes get drunk, a habit I picked up, and sometimes it got violent. But I didn't hit her. Don't believe me if you don't want to. I don't care." "She also says that your dad hit your mom. Maybe you picked up that habit too," Sara told him. This was a bad idea, she thought to herself. This close, I can smell her. That intoxicating scent that is Catherine, lavender and cinnamon. I want her. Can't have her, not right now, but god do I want her. "No." "No what?" Catherine asked. "No your dad didn't hit your mom, or no you didn't pick up the habit of hitting women?" "No, I didn't pick up the habit. Yes, he did hit my mom. But only after she asked for a divorce. They were married for over twenty years, and he never hit her before then." Well at least he's talking, Catherine thought to herself. Might not be saying anything useful, but at least we're starting to get somewhere now. Sara continued, "So you didn't even hit your mom, or your girlfriend, when your mom told you that they were dating each other?" "No. I got really drunk and passed out, but I didn't hit anyone." "What about when you mom told you that your dad was gay? And that the whole marriage was a charade?" Oh, now we're getting somewhere, Sara thought. His face paled real quick and then began to turn a bright red. Sara could see him clenching his fingers into fists. Jonathan's voice was strangled, but he managed to say, "No. Not even then." Sara was pretty sure he was lying. Something in her gut told her this young man was somehow responsible for what happened to his mother. "I've got to go see Greg. He should have some test results for me by now," Sara whispered to Catherine. She was so close to Catherine, and hoping that no one would notice, Sara quickly let her tongue trail along the outer edge of Catherine's lobe. Sara got up and left the interview room, leaving a frustrated Catherine with an angry young man, who had fortunately not seen what had passed between them. Oh, man. I shouldn't have done that. Sara thought as she walked towards the lab. But she was so close. And she smelled so good. And she tasted just as I remember. Dammit Sara, quit acting like a teenager and focus. "Greg have you got some results for me?" Sara asked as she walked through the lab doors. "Why yes, my dear Sara, I have some results for you. They found three knives that match the wound pattern. All three had blood. Apparently this kid can't cook, or he'd know how to use his knives." Greg tried a joke. "Greg," Sara said sternly in a voice that Greg recognized as the `tell me now or there will be consequences' voice. "Okay okay. Three knives. Two blood types. One belonging to the victim. Other unknown. Doesn't belong to the evil girlfriend, sorry. But its familial, so probably the son. Get me a sample and I'll tell you more. The knife with the vic's blood on it has two sets of prints. One set belongs to the son. The other, again unknown. Not the victims, not the evil girlfriends. That's all I've got." "Thanks Greg," Sara said already on her way out the door. She saw Catherine heading towards her office and followed. "Hey Cath," she called out. Catherine turned around and motioned for Sara to join her in her office. Sara quickened her pace and was at Catherine's door in seconds. Sara sat in one of the chairs in Catherine's office and Catherine closed the door with a soft click. Sara didn't know it, but that soft click also meant that the door was now locked. "We need to get prints from dad and DNA from both him and Jonathan. With that, I think Greg can finish this up for us." Sara said. Catherine moved around and stood in front of Sara. "Okay," she said with obvious nonchalance. "You know, what you did back there, that wasn't very nice." Catherine said to Sara, who was looking up at her confused. "Licking my ear like that. When there's nothing I can do about the feelings it generates. Not nice." Sara, aware that the door was closed, stood up and wrapped her arms around Catherine. "I'm sorry Cat. I couldn't resist. I tried so hard, but you're irresistible to me." Sara whispered to her as she leaned in for a quick kiss. Catherine, now having what she wanted, pulled Sara even further into her and licked the Sara's bottom lip wordlessly asking to deepen the kiss. Sara whimpered just a little, though Catherine heard her, and opened her mouth to allow Catherine in. ********************************************************************** Next time: Gratuitous sex at work. You know you wanted it, I shall deliver. But first, my friends, leave the feedback. Can't live without it.