Discovery
Part 7 of the Diurnal Dreaming Series.
by maven
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Characters owned by CBS Television, Jerry Bruckheimer and a few other production and distribution companies.
RATINGS DISCLAIMER: PG Rating. Catherine/Sara. Just two people watchng and talking. A few bad words.
CONTINUITY DISCLAIMER: Season Five spoilers and setting. No real case specific spoilers.
CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE: This is the answer to Femvamp's snowbound challenge where Catherine is to fall back on her coke habit and Sara is to find out. Couldn't quite do that.
RESEARCH DISCLAIMER: I watch the show, I read an article in the Toronto Star and this website http://members.aol.com/remiped/csi-news-realcsi.htm. That's about it.
STORY SPECIFIC NOTES: As some of you may be aware when I write stories I start with conversations. The Disclosure started with three conversations; Greg walking into the door, Lindsey in the chauffeur uniform and the one below. Because of the point of view it didn't fit with the rest of the story and leaving it as is was too jarring so I "translated" it into Sara-first-person.
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Warrick snapped off the recorder and speaker as he and Nick watched Brass escort the prisoner out of the interview room.
"Sara won't be happy," Nick observed.
"Nope."
As they watched Sara stood, slamming the file down and scattering the papers all over the table.
"That's going to go over well with Catherine," Nick said.
"Like a lead balloon."
Catherine stood as well, facing Sara. Even without the sound you could tell they were arguing, hands gesturing and standing in each other's personal space.
"You can almost see the sparks," Nick commented.
"Yeah. Flint and steel."
"Fire and gas."
"Cats and dogs."
Catherine reached out, hand brushing Sara's elbow but was shrugged off as it made comment.
"You don't think Sara's going to pop her one, do you?" Nick asked.
"No," Warrick protested although he didn't sound too sure. "I don't think she'd go that far."
Again Catherine reached for Sara's elbow, this time grabbing the sleeve of her shirt and holding on to it.
"You know," Nick said, " if one of them one was a guy and if this were some show or sitcom, on TV--"
"Like Moonlighting?"
"Yeah, like and that was happening, all the fighting and tension then- Oh, my God."
"That would happen," Warrick said.
"Do you see that?"
"Oh yeah. I think we're dealing with a cable show and not a network sitcom here."
"Well, ratings week," Nick qualified.
"We should go," Warrick said, making no move to do so.
"That's really hot," Nick said. "Ow, what was that for?" he asked when Warrick slapped him across the chest.
"Saying that."
"But it is hot!"
"Yeah, but you don't say it! Not aloud."
"You'd think they'd have to come up for air," Nick commented after a few more moments.
"Maybe it's circular breathing, like musicians do."
Both men tilted their head, trying to focus on Sara and Catherine's breathing techniques.
"They're going to wrinkle the reports if this keeps up," Warrick said.
"If this keeps up we're leaving cable and moving into Pay-per-View territory."
"Nah. I think she was just calming her down."
"Not calming me down, let me tell you."
"I hear you."
The two women finally pulled apart until their only contact was linked hands. Sara shook her head, bowing until her forehead rested against Catherine's.
"Well, no hitting," Warrick said.
"Yeah. I have one real regret though."
"What's that?"
"Tape recorder was turned off."
Warrick nodded. "Yeah, what about the--?"
Both heads swiveled to the video camera and the red recording light.
"Let's get that puppy to an editing bay."
"Yeah, wouldn't want to see that at the trial."
"Yeah. Gotta protect them. Make you a copy?"
"Please."
END
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