Turf Wars Pt. 4
Title: Turf Wars pt 4
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: PG, i might've used some language. can't remember.
Notes: Thanks for all the great feedback, everyone!
“We’ve got smudged lipstick!” Catherine reports excitedly, her back to the door she just slammed shut behind her.
“Smudged what now?” I ask, my thoughts somewhere between the robbery from last night and the 419 we just returned from.
“Smudged lipstick, on Carla. Hodges is probably on his way down here right-“
A hurried knock at the door. Catherine lets Hodges scoot in, then seals the door back up behind him.
“You two really ought to consider an off-strip comedy act,” I muse.
“Har-har. You didn’t see the guilty look on that teenage harlot. Someone’s gettin’ paid tonight, baby… and I think it’s gonna be me,” Hodges tugs at the lapels of his jacket.
I could punch Hodges right now.
“Hodges, I could punch you right now. Stuff a sock in it,” Catherine barks, rolling up her sleeves, eyes darting around. “Follow the evidence, Sparky. Didn’t ya catch Nick exiting stage left like his head was on fire? If anyone’s getting paid, it’s me.”
“Both of you, calm down,” I scowl. “This is still a crime lab, after all.”
The two of them straighten up, and exchange accusatory glances.
“You’re right. I… I don’t know what I was thinking,” Hodges decides, visibly pulling himself together. “You’re not gonna tell Grissom, are you?”
I roll my eyes at the thought.
Catherine looks disappointed but resigned, shoulders slouching, all that energy from a moment ago seemingly evaporated. As she holds the door open for Hodges, though, she adds, “What was Doc’s preliminary findings on that DB, anyway?”
“Apparent natural,” I reply, knowing exactly where this is going.
“And you’re already running the trace?”
“Yup, that bun’s already in the oven,” Hodges replies, his eyebrows dancing.
They both look at me expectantly, and a smirk slowly crawls across my face completely against my better judgment. “Alright, but I’ll handle Curtis,”
“I’m sure you will,” Hodges answers smugly. “Do remember you’re a scientist, Miss Sidle. Fair and objective.”
“Come on Hodges, let’s go play good cop/bad cop with Nicky,” Catherine suggests.
“Ooh, can I be the bad cop?”
“No.”
///
I take it as a bad sign that when I arrive at Sofia’s office, Carla is perched on the edge of the desk, listening intently to Sofia’s explanation of an arrestee’s debriefing.
“Oh hey Miss Sidle,” Carla declares, a hint of …what is that? Proprietorship? in her posture and tone. Whatever it is, it stinks. Good thing I’m wearing my piss and vinegar boots today.
“Hey, yeah, you um… got a little… smudge there,” I point out, my movements quick and exaggerated. She brings her hand to her face and immediately excuses herself.
“Whatever I did, I’ll plea out. Just have mercy on me,” Sofia pleads, her open palms in the air, a lazy smile across her lips.
I stop just short of the detective, whose still leaning back, looking relaxed in her desk chair turned to face me. I thumb toward the door. “What’s up with you and her?”
“Me and who?”
“Oh please. When she’s not pawing half the lab, she’s in here with you doing who knows what,” I think I may have forgotten to sound like I was joking just then.
A smug smile creeps across Sofia’s face. My ears are ringing, blood surging to my face. I’m suspended in that odd, sickening moment where you really don’t want to hear what’s about to be said and you also absolutely must.
She rises from her chair dramatically, never breaking my stare, smile never wavering.
“I knew that blow-off in the locker room was BS,” she spats.
“What?” Uh-oh.
“That whole… you-talkin’-to-me?, cool as the other side of the pillow routine,” Sofia brings her face closer to me as she speaks, driving me back. “This isn’t about Carla… this about you. And me.”
Turns out that wailing in my ears was the sound of the tables being turned.
“No, this is about… I wanna know… I mean, I just… I just wanna know if I should continue respecting you or-“
“Or what?” she dares. Her chest heaves mere inches from mine, her scent a tantalizing blend of mint and clean laundry.
I probably should’ve rehearsed this before I came marching in. Silence for a beat and then, "I'm a scientist." What the fuck, Sara?!
“You may not know that I have a dog,” she continues, drawing out the words deliberately, ignoring my non sequitur, “or that I was a smartass in police academy.”
She’s got me on my heels and continues to advance, the fire in my belly from just a few moments ago now sufficiently extinguished. “But you know, Sara, that I would never go for the easy get.”
Sofia winds her way behind me now, like a lion toying with its prey. “I would consider it a waste of my talents,” she hisses.
Coming to a stop in front of me once more, I realize: Jesus Christ, this woman is scary.
“Just as you would consider indulging your curiosities about me and simply asking... to be a waste of yours.”
Icing me with the final dagger, she has successfully sapped me of all fortitude. And, while she was at it, dignity and self-respect.
Which of course would be Carla’s cue to come waltzing back in, face properly powdered, tits properly arranged.
“So don’t worry, okay? I’ll take care of that for you and we’ll be all set for court on Monday,” Sofia takes me by the shoulder and guides me to the door, eyes gently insisting that I play along.
“Okay, yeah… I’ll see you Monday,” I turn. I wish I could say I nailed the dismount but… “I mean,” turning back, “I’ll see you tomorrow, but… yeah.”
Both of them smile politely as I exit, my brain feeling like I just went twelve rounds with a heavyweight.
Slinking back to my work in the lab, I catch Archie messing around with some video out of the corner of my eye.
“Hey Sara,” he smiles, genuinely, brightly… with a smudge of the same sickly pink shade Carla just reapplied.
“Ohhh Archie,” I groan. He looks confused by my browbeaten expression. “You just cost me fifty bucks.”
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: PG, i might've used some language. can't remember.
Notes: Thanks for all the great feedback, everyone!
“We’ve got smudged lipstick!” Catherine reports excitedly, her back to the door she just slammed shut behind her.
“Smudged what now?” I ask, my thoughts somewhere between the robbery from last night and the 419 we just returned from.
“Smudged lipstick, on Carla. Hodges is probably on his way down here right-“
A hurried knock at the door. Catherine lets Hodges scoot in, then seals the door back up behind him.
“You two really ought to consider an off-strip comedy act,” I muse.
“Har-har. You didn’t see the guilty look on that teenage harlot. Someone’s gettin’ paid tonight, baby… and I think it’s gonna be me,” Hodges tugs at the lapels of his jacket.
I could punch Hodges right now.
“Hodges, I could punch you right now. Stuff a sock in it,” Catherine barks, rolling up her sleeves, eyes darting around. “Follow the evidence, Sparky. Didn’t ya catch Nick exiting stage left like his head was on fire? If anyone’s getting paid, it’s me.”
“Both of you, calm down,” I scowl. “This is still a crime lab, after all.”
The two of them straighten up, and exchange accusatory glances.
“You’re right. I… I don’t know what I was thinking,” Hodges decides, visibly pulling himself together. “You’re not gonna tell Grissom, are you?”
I roll my eyes at the thought.
Catherine looks disappointed but resigned, shoulders slouching, all that energy from a moment ago seemingly evaporated. As she holds the door open for Hodges, though, she adds, “What was Doc’s preliminary findings on that DB, anyway?”
“Apparent natural,” I reply, knowing exactly where this is going.
“And you’re already running the trace?”
“Yup, that bun’s already in the oven,” Hodges replies, his eyebrows dancing.
They both look at me expectantly, and a smirk slowly crawls across my face completely against my better judgment. “Alright, but I’ll handle Curtis,”
“I’m sure you will,” Hodges answers smugly. “Do remember you’re a scientist, Miss Sidle. Fair and objective.”
“Come on Hodges, let’s go play good cop/bad cop with Nicky,” Catherine suggests.
“Ooh, can I be the bad cop?”
“No.”
///
I take it as a bad sign that when I arrive at Sofia’s office, Carla is perched on the edge of the desk, listening intently to Sofia’s explanation of an arrestee’s debriefing.
“Oh hey Miss Sidle,” Carla declares, a hint of …what is that? Proprietorship? in her posture and tone. Whatever it is, it stinks. Good thing I’m wearing my piss and vinegar boots today.
“Hey, yeah, you um… got a little… smudge there,” I point out, my movements quick and exaggerated. She brings her hand to her face and immediately excuses herself.
“Whatever I did, I’ll plea out. Just have mercy on me,” Sofia pleads, her open palms in the air, a lazy smile across her lips.
I stop just short of the detective, whose still leaning back, looking relaxed in her desk chair turned to face me. I thumb toward the door. “What’s up with you and her?”
“Me and who?”
“Oh please. When she’s not pawing half the lab, she’s in here with you doing who knows what,” I think I may have forgotten to sound like I was joking just then.
A smug smile creeps across Sofia’s face. My ears are ringing, blood surging to my face. I’m suspended in that odd, sickening moment where you really don’t want to hear what’s about to be said and you also absolutely must.
She rises from her chair dramatically, never breaking my stare, smile never wavering.
“I knew that blow-off in the locker room was BS,” she spats.
“What?” Uh-oh.
“That whole… you-talkin’-to-me?, cool as the other side of the pillow routine,” Sofia brings her face closer to me as she speaks, driving me back. “This isn’t about Carla… this about you. And me.”
Turns out that wailing in my ears was the sound of the tables being turned.
“No, this is about… I wanna know… I mean, I just… I just wanna know if I should continue respecting you or-“
“Or what?” she dares. Her chest heaves mere inches from mine, her scent a tantalizing blend of mint and clean laundry.
I probably should’ve rehearsed this before I came marching in. Silence for a beat and then, "I'm a scientist." What the fuck, Sara?!
“You may not know that I have a dog,” she continues, drawing out the words deliberately, ignoring my non sequitur, “or that I was a smartass in police academy.”
She’s got me on my heels and continues to advance, the fire in my belly from just a few moments ago now sufficiently extinguished. “But you know, Sara, that I would never go for the easy get.”
Sofia winds her way behind me now, like a lion toying with its prey. “I would consider it a waste of my talents,” she hisses.
Coming to a stop in front of me once more, I realize: Jesus Christ, this woman is scary.
“Just as you would consider indulging your curiosities about me and simply asking... to be a waste of yours.”
Icing me with the final dagger, she has successfully sapped me of all fortitude. And, while she was at it, dignity and self-respect.
Which of course would be Carla’s cue to come waltzing back in, face properly powdered, tits properly arranged.
“So don’t worry, okay? I’ll take care of that for you and we’ll be all set for court on Monday,” Sofia takes me by the shoulder and guides me to the door, eyes gently insisting that I play along.
“Okay, yeah… I’ll see you Monday,” I turn. I wish I could say I nailed the dismount but… “I mean,” turning back, “I’ll see you tomorrow, but… yeah.”
Both of them smile politely as I exit, my brain feeling like I just went twelve rounds with a heavyweight.
Slinking back to my work in the lab, I catch Archie messing around with some video out of the corner of my eye.
“Hey Sara,” he smiles, genuinely, brightly… with a smudge of the same sickly pink shade Carla just reapplied.
“Ohhh Archie,” I groan. He looks confused by my browbeaten expression. “You just cost me fifty bucks.”