Fic: Busted (Sofia/Calleigh CSI/CSI:Miami crossover)
Title: Busted
Fandom: CSI/CSI:Miami crossover
Pairing: Sofia/Calleigh
Rating: PG (I think)
Disclaimer: Don't own them... sadly :(
Spoilers: None
AN: My first ever try to write a fanfic - and surprisingly it's not GA :) This is un-betaed so sorry for mistakes - and I bet there are plenty since English is not my first language. Comments and suggestions and criticism are very welcome :)
Chapter 1
- “You know” - Eric Delko whispered low enough so only I could hear him as he bumped my shoulder - “She won’t disappear if you blink from time to time.”
I turned to face him, giving him my best “I don’t know what you’re talking about” look, but he just chuckled. I let out a desperate sigh and rolled my eyes, shifting my look toward the far end of the shooting range where the woman in question, detective Sofia Curtis, stood next to Horatio and another member of LVPD… Jim something… ah, yes, Jim Brass.
Mr. Brass and detective Curtis are our colleagues from the Las Vegas PD and they are (along with Mr. Gilbert Grissom, who is not present at the moment… mentioned some important meeting if I recall well…) attending a seminar here in Miami. Mr. Grissom is one of the lecturers (I made sure to sign up for his course; that man is a living legend in the field of forensic) and if I understood well, Brass and Curtis were here simply because of the protocol. Though, they didn’t seem to mind it much; earlier that day I overheard Brass telling Horatio that this was his first vacation in last 2 years and that he was looking forward to going to the beach. I presume that Sofia, umm sorry, detective Curtis is also taking advantage of an unexpected opportunity to have a few days off.
Horatio, being a gentleman as always, was a perfect host. He took his time in showing them around the building, making small talk and catching up with latest news from LV, trading stories about interesting cases and occasionally cracking a joke. I could see that he and Mr. Brass were getting along perfectly (again, I overheard them arranging to get together with Mr. Grissom later tonight for a drink...I didn’t quite catch if detective Curtis will join them, though).
We haven’t been properly introduced yet, but since news travel fast in this lab, I heard all about our guests the minute they stepped into the building. Well, to be honest, mostly I was hearing how incredibly hot the detective Curtis was. Natalia of all people kept going on and on about her, practically swooning when she recalled the way she walked, especially concentrating on a certain part of her anatomy. Gee, and I thought men were shallow. Some of her comments almost made me blush. Ryan seemed to share Natalia’s enthusiasm (along with other members of staff who had met the detective) and for the better part of our coffee break I listened to them gushing over Sofia Curtis.
Since I was yet to lay my eyes on her I quickly dismissed my colleague’s rambling as their lack of activity in a certain department and instead concentrated on the case in hand. Thankfully, I was working with Delko who didn’t seem to be impressed at all with the newcomer, though he commented that the blonde seemed really nice and was quite a looker. So, as we were looking trough some bullets in the shooting range I almost forgot all about her, until Horatio showed up accompanied by Mr. Brass and detective herself.
Let me tell you something. I am a very proper lady, with impeccable manners. I know how to behave in public. Like, for instance, I know it is not polite staring at someone, especially someone you haven’t even met. But the moment Sofia Curtis walked into shooting range, dressed in faded blue jeans with black leather belt, tight black shirt with sleeves rolled just above her elbows, blonde hair falling carelessly down her shoulders and Ray Bans tucked safely into the cleavage of her shirt, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Not that I didn’t try. Really, I did. I even almost succeeded in accomplishing that, but then Natalia’s comment about detective’s walk popped into my mind (hmm, if I recall well, she described it as “a badass cowboy swagger that made her so week in her knees, she almost suggested riding out together into sunset” or something like that) and my eyes stayed glued to her body.
Of course, Delko could always read me like an open book and the moment he noticed my eyes shifting way too often in the direction of our guest he started teasing me mercilessly. I played dumb, of course, but damn, I just couldn’t stop looking. Even though I’ve tried my best to disguise it, obviously I was spectacularly failing at it since my colleague was enjoying himself way too much at catching me glancing at the detective too many times.
- “Instead of staring at her you could simply ask her out.” - Eric suggested.
- “I am NOT staring.” - I hissed at him.
A bit louder than I intended to, obviously, since those three stopped their conversation and turned toward us. Horatio looked at me questionably and I blushed, feeling like a schoolgirl caught talking with her desk mate during the lecture. I flashed him an apologetic smile indicating that everything was fine. He nodded and turned his attention back to his guests, commenting something Mr. Brass said before I interrupted them.
Detective Curtis, however, ignored the conversation and continued to look at me with amusement. Her lips curled a bit and she smiled at me in conspiracy, nodding toward two men and then rolling her eyes, indicating that she was beyond bored with their conversation. I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. She gave me another smile and then shifted her attention back to them when Horatio asked her something. She listened to him for a moment and then nodded affirmatively.
I watched with interest as she made her way to the table with guns on it. And, I admit, I couldn’t look away, not when I was too aware of the way her hips swayed as she walked. My heart started beating just a bit faster as I took the opportunity to observe her perfect muscular figure as she leaned over the desk, carefully eyeing various types of weapons. I marveled at the way those jeans hugged her body like the second skin when, once again, my respectful colleague had to add his two cents.
- “Stop gawking at her ass” - he whispered, and then added - “Though, she has a nice ass.”
I turned to him.
- “Eric, I am NOT gawking at her a… behind. And I am NOT staring at her” - I whispered, thankfully, no one heard me this time - “And yes she is hot, but she is my colleague and I am not dating people I work with.”
He smirked - “Since when?”
I rolled my eyes - “Please, don’t go there… We both know what happened last time I dated a cop.”
- “Well, technically, you are not working with her. Plus, who said anything about dating?” - he reasoned - “And I’m just saying that instead of wasting your time by fantasizing about her ass, you should simply ask her out and actually try out the real thing.”
- “This conversation is soooo over.” - I replied, shifting my attention back to the file I was reading before those three interrupted us - “I’m not listening to you.”
Though, to tell you the truth, I couldn’t understand a single word of whatever I was trying to read; the image of the good detective bending over that table, in those tight jeans, was imprinted in my mind so vividly that I couldn’t help but blush at my own lecherous thoughts of what exactly I would like to do to that particular woman on that particular spot.
Oh… my… God!
Where did THAT come from?!
- “Well she sure knows how to handle a gun... Definitely your kind of woman.” - again, Delko teased as he looked in the direction where Curtis was standing a few seconds ago. Beyond my better judgment, I looked up; just in time to catch the moment when she expertly inserted a clip in 49 and walked toward firing lane, leaving Horatio and Brass engrossed in conversation.
This time, however, I didn’t react to Delko’s comment.
You see, the sight in front of me took my breath away.
Next few moments passed before my eyes in a slow-motion; the blonde took her position - her legs parted in line with shoulders; strong hands gripped the handle, carefully but firmly, as she slowly raised the gun in line with her eyes. I could see her arms muscles tensing as she remained in that position for a couple of seconds, holding the weapon as if it was her lover, and in a moment I wondered how would it feel to be in those arms instead of that piece of metal. She took few even breaths, calming herself, clear blue eyes darkened with concentration as she aimed. Another breath, deeper this time, her chest rising painfully slow; I watched in awe as long fingers gripped the handle just a little tighter. For a moment it seemed as if the gun and a woman holding it were one. Another second passed and then she fired. One shot after another, timed perfectly, until she emptied the clip. And then, she let out a breath she was holding.
I was mesmerized.
Sofia Curtis firing the gun was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
And I exhaled, not even aware until then that I, too, held my breath. I didn’t even try to look away as she made her way back to table with guns and gently disposed her weapon. The way she walked, so full of confidence as if she owned the room, was incredibly sexy (damn Natalia and her comments!) and I was practically swallowing her with my eyes. I didn’t know what came over me; I was usually a down-to-earth person, not easily swept off of my feet and even quite shy… yet something about that woman was so damn appealing and irresistible that I simply could not look away. Nor I wanted to.
And as if she knew I was watching her, she turned around, and suddenly, I found myself staring right into her steel blue eyes. I could see a mix of curiosity and confusion in them, but only for a moment; then, her eyes turned darker and she playfully (and just a bit daringly) raised her eyebrow and that cocky smirk was back again on her face.
I was so busted.
I felt myself blushing, and I shrugged my shoulders and smiled in response. She tilted her head a bit and I could feel those eyes intentionally observing me from head to toe, slowly taking in every detail, and yet, I couldn’t care less. I don’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed when someone was obviously and so blatantly checking me out. I could feel her look as if she was touching me, and my heartbeat quickened as her eyes deliberately traveled over my breasts, lingering there just a bit longer, and then came back to meet mine. And this time, there was no playfulness or amusement in them.
This time, the predatory gleam in them made me shudder.
And again, the moment was interrupted by our respectful bosses. Horatio approached her with her practice target in hands, and by the look on his face I could see he was quite impressed with detective’s shooting skills. She broke our eye contact and turned to Horatio and Brass. Jim was practically glowing with pride as Horatio talked to Sofia and even though I couldn’t hear a word of what they were saying, I presumed that their conversation had something to do with the way the good detective handled her weapon. Sofia, though seemingly engrossed in conversation, kept throwing occasional glances toward me; she indeed had impeccable timing since every time I looked her way she would catch my eyes. Not that it was hard, I realized, cos’ as Eric so nicely put it earlier, I indeed was staring. It was as if I was pulled to her by some magnetic force that just didn’t allow me to look away. She didn’t seem to mind though and as they finally made their way toward the exit she rewarded me with another of her breathtaking smiles before disappearing from my sight.
I finally looked away and pretended I was engrossed in that long forgotten file I was holding as my mind tried to process what the hell happened out there. I sighed helplessly, as I knew that I was in trouble.
It took only one look at that woman and I wanted her with all I had.
Faintly, I heard Delko chuckling behind me. I just knew he was about to throw another smartass comment, but before he had a chance to say anything I glared at him - “Not a word Eric. I mean it.”
Fandom: CSI/CSI:Miami crossover
Pairing: Sofia/Calleigh
Rating: PG (I think)
Disclaimer: Don't own them... sadly :(
Spoilers: None
AN: My first ever try to write a fanfic - and surprisingly it's not GA :) This is un-betaed so sorry for mistakes - and I bet there are plenty since English is not my first language. Comments and suggestions and criticism are very welcome :)
Chapter 1
- “You know” - Eric Delko whispered low enough so only I could hear him as he bumped my shoulder - “She won’t disappear if you blink from time to time.”
I turned to face him, giving him my best “I don’t know what you’re talking about” look, but he just chuckled. I let out a desperate sigh and rolled my eyes, shifting my look toward the far end of the shooting range where the woman in question, detective Sofia Curtis, stood next to Horatio and another member of LVPD… Jim something… ah, yes, Jim Brass.
Mr. Brass and detective Curtis are our colleagues from the Las Vegas PD and they are (along with Mr. Gilbert Grissom, who is not present at the moment… mentioned some important meeting if I recall well…) attending a seminar here in Miami. Mr. Grissom is one of the lecturers (I made sure to sign up for his course; that man is a living legend in the field of forensic) and if I understood well, Brass and Curtis were here simply because of the protocol. Though, they didn’t seem to mind it much; earlier that day I overheard Brass telling Horatio that this was his first vacation in last 2 years and that he was looking forward to going to the beach. I presume that Sofia, umm sorry, detective Curtis is also taking advantage of an unexpected opportunity to have a few days off.
Horatio, being a gentleman as always, was a perfect host. He took his time in showing them around the building, making small talk and catching up with latest news from LV, trading stories about interesting cases and occasionally cracking a joke. I could see that he and Mr. Brass were getting along perfectly (again, I overheard them arranging to get together with Mr. Grissom later tonight for a drink...I didn’t quite catch if detective Curtis will join them, though).
We haven’t been properly introduced yet, but since news travel fast in this lab, I heard all about our guests the minute they stepped into the building. Well, to be honest, mostly I was hearing how incredibly hot the detective Curtis was. Natalia of all people kept going on and on about her, practically swooning when she recalled the way she walked, especially concentrating on a certain part of her anatomy. Gee, and I thought men were shallow. Some of her comments almost made me blush. Ryan seemed to share Natalia’s enthusiasm (along with other members of staff who had met the detective) and for the better part of our coffee break I listened to them gushing over Sofia Curtis.
Since I was yet to lay my eyes on her I quickly dismissed my colleague’s rambling as their lack of activity in a certain department and instead concentrated on the case in hand. Thankfully, I was working with Delko who didn’t seem to be impressed at all with the newcomer, though he commented that the blonde seemed really nice and was quite a looker. So, as we were looking trough some bullets in the shooting range I almost forgot all about her, until Horatio showed up accompanied by Mr. Brass and detective herself.
Let me tell you something. I am a very proper lady, with impeccable manners. I know how to behave in public. Like, for instance, I know it is not polite staring at someone, especially someone you haven’t even met. But the moment Sofia Curtis walked into shooting range, dressed in faded blue jeans with black leather belt, tight black shirt with sleeves rolled just above her elbows, blonde hair falling carelessly down her shoulders and Ray Bans tucked safely into the cleavage of her shirt, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Not that I didn’t try. Really, I did. I even almost succeeded in accomplishing that, but then Natalia’s comment about detective’s walk popped into my mind (hmm, if I recall well, she described it as “a badass cowboy swagger that made her so week in her knees, she almost suggested riding out together into sunset” or something like that) and my eyes stayed glued to her body.
Of course, Delko could always read me like an open book and the moment he noticed my eyes shifting way too often in the direction of our guest he started teasing me mercilessly. I played dumb, of course, but damn, I just couldn’t stop looking. Even though I’ve tried my best to disguise it, obviously I was spectacularly failing at it since my colleague was enjoying himself way too much at catching me glancing at the detective too many times.
- “Instead of staring at her you could simply ask her out.” - Eric suggested.
- “I am NOT staring.” - I hissed at him.
A bit louder than I intended to, obviously, since those three stopped their conversation and turned toward us. Horatio looked at me questionably and I blushed, feeling like a schoolgirl caught talking with her desk mate during the lecture. I flashed him an apologetic smile indicating that everything was fine. He nodded and turned his attention back to his guests, commenting something Mr. Brass said before I interrupted them.
Detective Curtis, however, ignored the conversation and continued to look at me with amusement. Her lips curled a bit and she smiled at me in conspiracy, nodding toward two men and then rolling her eyes, indicating that she was beyond bored with their conversation. I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. She gave me another smile and then shifted her attention back to them when Horatio asked her something. She listened to him for a moment and then nodded affirmatively.
I watched with interest as she made her way to the table with guns on it. And, I admit, I couldn’t look away, not when I was too aware of the way her hips swayed as she walked. My heart started beating just a bit faster as I took the opportunity to observe her perfect muscular figure as she leaned over the desk, carefully eyeing various types of weapons. I marveled at the way those jeans hugged her body like the second skin when, once again, my respectful colleague had to add his two cents.
- “Stop gawking at her ass” - he whispered, and then added - “Though, she has a nice ass.”
I turned to him.
- “Eric, I am NOT gawking at her a… behind. And I am NOT staring at her” - I whispered, thankfully, no one heard me this time - “And yes she is hot, but she is my colleague and I am not dating people I work with.”
He smirked - “Since when?”
I rolled my eyes - “Please, don’t go there… We both know what happened last time I dated a cop.”
- “Well, technically, you are not working with her. Plus, who said anything about dating?” - he reasoned - “And I’m just saying that instead of wasting your time by fantasizing about her ass, you should simply ask her out and actually try out the real thing.”
- “This conversation is soooo over.” - I replied, shifting my attention back to the file I was reading before those three interrupted us - “I’m not listening to you.”
Though, to tell you the truth, I couldn’t understand a single word of whatever I was trying to read; the image of the good detective bending over that table, in those tight jeans, was imprinted in my mind so vividly that I couldn’t help but blush at my own lecherous thoughts of what exactly I would like to do to that particular woman on that particular spot.
Oh… my… God!
Where did THAT come from?!
- “Well she sure knows how to handle a gun... Definitely your kind of woman.” - again, Delko teased as he looked in the direction where Curtis was standing a few seconds ago. Beyond my better judgment, I looked up; just in time to catch the moment when she expertly inserted a clip in 49 and walked toward firing lane, leaving Horatio and Brass engrossed in conversation.
This time, however, I didn’t react to Delko’s comment.
You see, the sight in front of me took my breath away.
Next few moments passed before my eyes in a slow-motion; the blonde took her position - her legs parted in line with shoulders; strong hands gripped the handle, carefully but firmly, as she slowly raised the gun in line with her eyes. I could see her arms muscles tensing as she remained in that position for a couple of seconds, holding the weapon as if it was her lover, and in a moment I wondered how would it feel to be in those arms instead of that piece of metal. She took few even breaths, calming herself, clear blue eyes darkened with concentration as she aimed. Another breath, deeper this time, her chest rising painfully slow; I watched in awe as long fingers gripped the handle just a little tighter. For a moment it seemed as if the gun and a woman holding it were one. Another second passed and then she fired. One shot after another, timed perfectly, until she emptied the clip. And then, she let out a breath she was holding.
I was mesmerized.
Sofia Curtis firing the gun was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
And I exhaled, not even aware until then that I, too, held my breath. I didn’t even try to look away as she made her way back to table with guns and gently disposed her weapon. The way she walked, so full of confidence as if she owned the room, was incredibly sexy (damn Natalia and her comments!) and I was practically swallowing her with my eyes. I didn’t know what came over me; I was usually a down-to-earth person, not easily swept off of my feet and even quite shy… yet something about that woman was so damn appealing and irresistible that I simply could not look away. Nor I wanted to.
And as if she knew I was watching her, she turned around, and suddenly, I found myself staring right into her steel blue eyes. I could see a mix of curiosity and confusion in them, but only for a moment; then, her eyes turned darker and she playfully (and just a bit daringly) raised her eyebrow and that cocky smirk was back again on her face.
I was so busted.
I felt myself blushing, and I shrugged my shoulders and smiled in response. She tilted her head a bit and I could feel those eyes intentionally observing me from head to toe, slowly taking in every detail, and yet, I couldn’t care less. I don’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed when someone was obviously and so blatantly checking me out. I could feel her look as if she was touching me, and my heartbeat quickened as her eyes deliberately traveled over my breasts, lingering there just a bit longer, and then came back to meet mine. And this time, there was no playfulness or amusement in them.
This time, the predatory gleam in them made me shudder.
And again, the moment was interrupted by our respectful bosses. Horatio approached her with her practice target in hands, and by the look on his face I could see he was quite impressed with detective’s shooting skills. She broke our eye contact and turned to Horatio and Brass. Jim was practically glowing with pride as Horatio talked to Sofia and even though I couldn’t hear a word of what they were saying, I presumed that their conversation had something to do with the way the good detective handled her weapon. Sofia, though seemingly engrossed in conversation, kept throwing occasional glances toward me; she indeed had impeccable timing since every time I looked her way she would catch my eyes. Not that it was hard, I realized, cos’ as Eric so nicely put it earlier, I indeed was staring. It was as if I was pulled to her by some magnetic force that just didn’t allow me to look away. She didn’t seem to mind though and as they finally made their way toward the exit she rewarded me with another of her breathtaking smiles before disappearing from my sight.
I finally looked away and pretended I was engrossed in that long forgotten file I was holding as my mind tried to process what the hell happened out there. I sighed helplessly, as I knew that I was in trouble.
It took only one look at that woman and I wanted her with all I had.
Faintly, I heard Delko chuckling behind me. I just knew he was about to throw another smartass comment, but before he had a chance to say anything I glared at him - “Not a word Eric. I mean it.”