Fic: The Barbie Murders - Part VII
Title: The Barbie Murders - Part VII
Author: steppenwolf_20
Fandom: CSI:Miami/Criminal Minds
Pairing: Calleigh Duquesne/Jennifer Jareau (with some Cal/Nat, JJ/Em, JJ/Nat along the way)
Disclaimer: None of the beautiful ladies is mine. No infringement intended.
The song is “Isolated” from Chiasm; the drug I borrowed from the Movie “Anatomy”
Rating: NC-17 (I mean it)
Warnings: chose one, there's plenty... angst, smut, mentioning of violence, abuse, rape (but nothing graphic), it's a BAU case after all, what did you expect. But I gotta warn you! There's plot!! A little sexy in this part!
Setting: uhm, screw timelines. I guess somewhere end of season six CSI:M and end of season two CM
Spoiler: I don't think so
A/N: written for the “Cliché Challenge 2008”. Sadly I wasn't able to finish it on time.
Cliché used: trapped together in a cave/shack/turbolift
A/N 2: This story kinda developed a mind of its own. I guess it will be the first story in a loose series.
A/N 3: A special shout out goes to yellowsmurf6 and sofia_lindsay with this part. Can you guys find it??
Archive: women_in_kevlar , femslash_smut
Thanks to my awesome beta sofia_lindsay , and not just for beta-ing! And to everyone who keeps reading and commenting!
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Miami, June 03, The Four Seasons, Calleigh's room,
Calleigh was just entering the main room again from the bathroom wearing only a snug white tank top and navy blue boxer shorts. JJ's eyes were glued to the sight before her. She had registered that Calleigh was beautiful before; but only with her professional eye concerning the case. In her current state of mind, nervous and agitated, she saw her with completely new eyes. The blonde detective was beautiful. The long blonde hair, a little darker then her own, more golden, was falling in waves over her shoulders. Her curves and light frame were nicely accentuated by her clothes and her jade green eyes were staring back at her with a fire that made her shiver.
“Hey!” JJ's voice was a bit flustered. “I couldn't sleep, so I figured you could maybe return the favor. You know, staying with me?”
Calleigh's face broke into a smile that could have made the sun jealous.
“Well of course. The pleasure is all mine!” Calleigh's southern drawl was more prominent now and JJ couldn't deny the fact that it sounded sexy as hell.
The detective climbed under the covers and beckoned for JJ to join her. All of a sudden JJ wasn't so sure that this was a good idea; she felt uneasy and insecure, and it must have shown on her face.
“Come on. I promise I won't bite. Unless you want me to.” Calleigh's voice and smirk did nothing to soothe her nerves. She really didn't know what was going on with her. Why did she feel so drawn to this detective all of a sudden? Was it the strain this case put on her? Or the fact that she might not live to see the next day and now wanted to live her life to the fullest?
Either way she decided to go through with it and joined Calleigh in bed who turned to face her at once.
“So... You and Emily? Are you sleeping together?”
The question came out of the blue and hit JJ without warning.
“We ... WHAT?”
“You and Emily? I mean it's kinda obvious that she wants to get into your pants. You never let her get any? It's a shame really. She's really hot. I like the dark, brooding type.”
JJ looked at her like she was speaking a foreign language and she missed the memo.
“But”, the pretty detective continued. “I like the blonde, sweet ones, too.”
Calleigh was leaning closer to JJ now, who was totally paralyzed and not able to move. And she was not entirely sure she wanted to, even if she was pretty sure that Calleigh was going to kiss her.
She knew she should be freaked, at least just a little. She had never kissed a woman before. Hadn't even thought about it. And now this CSI from Miami, with her intense eyes and that glorious smile, turned her whole life upside down. She wished she would finally kiss her.
And that's what Calleigh did. She leaned in and captured JJ's lips with her own, carefully and tender, as if not to scare her away. Upon their first contact JJ couldn't hold back any longer. She buried her hands in those soft, golden locks and pulled Calleigh closer, deepening the kiss, demanding entrance with her tongue.
The slightly smaller woman was happy to oblige and opened her mouth eagerly, her hands wandering south. She rested them on JJ's hips for a while, only to let them wander upwards again, underneath her shirt this time.
Calleigh's hands left burning tracks on her skin and when she finally cupped her breast she couldn't suppress a moan any longer and pressed herself wantonly against the detective.
Miami, June 03, The Four Seasons, Emily and JJ's room,
“JJ! JJ wake up.”
Someone was stroking across her cheek and calling her name. Bit by bit she became aware of her surroundings again.
“Calleigh?”
“JJ? It's me Emily! You were moaning. Another nightmare?”
Did her voice really sound a little hurt or was she still dreaming. JJ opened her eyes and looked into Emily's brown ones. No, definitely not Calleigh. So it had been a dream and she actually fell asleep in her own room then.
She felt herself blush averted her eyes and mumbled: “Yeah, a nightmare. Sorry I did wake you.”
JJ felt Emily's eyes on her; she knew she didn't believe her. But right now she couldn't deal with this. The dream was still vivid in her memory and she could still feel Calleigh's lips and hands on her body. And: she could still hear the words Calleigh had said. It had been her dream. How could Dream-Calleigh possibly know more than she herself? Maybe she knew all along and just decided to ignore the signs?
“I need to go to the bathroom. Go back to sleep.” JJ needed to be alone for a moment, away from those prying eyes. She had to get her emotions under control and fast, because she didn't need to be distracted from this case. So she got up and made a quick dash towards the bathroom.
Emily wasn't much less confused. The sound of JJ moaning beside her had done funny things to her body and mind. Images of JJ in her arms, moaning due to her caresses and kisses had come within a second and they had set her body on fire. But when JJ had uttered the detective's name it had been like a cold shower, killing the burning sensation at once and replacing it with another kind of burning sensation in her stomach. Jealousy!
Was it possible that there was a lot more between Calleigh and JJ than she had witnessed? There had been a lot of checking out between the two of them and Emily was pretty sure that Calleigh was gay. But she really hadn't pictured her as the type who would hit on straight women. But maybe she was wrong. Maybe Calleigh didn't do anything; maybe it was all in her mind and JJ was simply processing the case. The detective surely had a great part in that.
Emily decided to believe in that theory for the moment and to trust her. JJ wouldn't act this unprofessional during a case. She had to focus on the case and there was no room for personal drama right now, for both of them!
JJ had a lot to process. The dream had left her wondering and a little aroused. Why was she dreaming about Calleigh like that? She had never even considered being with a woman that way. How could the blonde detective make her question her whole life like that? Had she been living a lie all along? She had enjoyed the dream, the feeling it had left within her made her tingle all over. And what with the Emily part? Was it true? Had her subconscious picked up on something and Emily really wanted to be more than just friends? Her thoughts started to conjure up pictures of Emily in the field, dressed in her Kevlar vest, gun drawn kicking down a door and she felt her heart pick up speed.
Quickly JJ banned the images from her head again. Now was not the time to explore her feelings. Not for Calleigh and neither for Emily. This had to wait until after the case. There was no room for distractions now. She took some steadying breaths and went back to bed.
The Four Seasons, 1900, June 03, Calleigh's room
Calleigh woke from her cell ringing. She grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. It was Horatio and she eagerly answered the call.
“Horatio.”
“Calleigh. How are you holding up? How are the guys from the BAU?”
Calleigh snickered.
“The guys from the FBI are gals Horatio. And they're really nice and extrem good at what they're doing. And I'm doing fine. The agents helped me a lot to deal with everything and we made some progress on the case.”
“I'm glad to hear that. I just wanted to inform you that I left a package for you at the reception.”
“The surveillance stuff?”
“Exactly.”
“That's good. I better get going. We still have a lot to prepare.”
“Yes. Of course. Good luck tonight Calleigh. Give my number to the agents. If they need back up.”
“Will do. Thanks!”
“You be careful okay?”
“Sure. Bye Horatio.”
Calleigh ended the call. She really didn't want to talk about the case now. She didn't want to tell Horatio that Natalia was the main suspect. She knew she probably should have told him but she felt like telling him would make it truer somehow. And she really had the hope that they would catch the real killer this night and they would never have to talk about that again.
She got up and threw her old clothes on to go down to the reception to get the package from Horatio. Back in her room she knocked at the separating door. She heard Emily answer and stepped into the room.
Calleigh heard the shower running while Emily sat at the table going through some files again.
“Hey Emily. Horatio sent the gear for surveillance over.” She stepped towards the table and set the package down.
“Oh good. Let's see what we have here shall we?”
Calleigh nodded and Emily opened the package whistling through her teeth at what she saw there.
“Your Lieutenant has some serious connections I see.”
Calleigh gave the agent a blinding smile.
“Indeed he has.”
They inspected the gear together in comfortable silence both focused on the evening that lay before them.
The shower stopped.
“Maybe we should eat something before we get going.” Emily suggested.
“I'm not really hungry.”
“I understand that you're nervous but we should all eat at least a little something. You may not be hungry but you can't run on empty.”
Calleigh covered her face with her hands and sighed then looked up again.
“I know. You're right of course. Let's order something and we can both take a shower while we wait.”
The Four Seasons, 2200, June 03, Emily and JJ's room
The three women were about to head out. They were as prepared as they could be. Alexx had shown them how to inject the salt-solution, to counteract the drug, properly and had prepared some syringes for them. Each one of them had two syringes safely stashed away in their jackets. They had dressed more on the practical side to be able to carry their guns, badges, cuffs and the syringes without problems. Emily and Calleigh were dressed all in black whereas JJ wore something slightly more eye-catching topping her black slacks with a light blue button down and a black vest. The equipment Horatio had provided them with was high end-gear for surveillance. The mics were hidden in their wristwatches and the earpieces in simple earrings. Not even a trained agent would be able to spot the gear, not even up close.
They checked if their equipment worked and compared the time.
“Okay JJ. If you can't talk freely and you think something is off, we have to choose kind of a safe word now. Something inconspicuous you usually wouldn't talk about.”
Emily demanded taking the last steps of preparation. She didn't like the fact that JJ was playing bait, she'd rather do it herself but quite obviously she wasn't the unsub's type.
“How about I talk about my ex-boyfriend Will? How he cheated on me with my friend Penelope.”
Emily could hardly suppress the laughter at JJ's suggestion. “Yeah, that would work.”
Calleigh's raised eyebrow forced JJ to explain.
“William La Montagne Jr., a cop from New Orleans. He calls me all the time. He just doesn't get that I'm not interested.”
“I think I knew his dad. Didn't he die during Katrina?”
“Yes, that would be him. They had a serial in the French Quarter and we helped to catch her. Will hit on me throughout the whole case. It was really annoying.”
Calleigh couldn't resist the question that bubbled up inside her.
“What? Being hit on or being hit on by him.”
JJ really didn't think when she answered.
“Being hit on by him.”
The phone rang and the desk informed them that the cabs they had ordered had arrived. They quickly hugged each other before parting. JJ would drive in their rental car while Calleigh and Emily would take separate cabs. They didn't want to be seen together so nobody would connect them up front.
Miami, 2300, June 03, Club Underworld
The club was already cooking when they arrived, in separate cars but at the same time, music pounding; the air heavy with sexual tension. They had opted for a relatively small club, where the clientele would cover everything from men to women, gay to straight, so it would be easier for Emily and Calleigh to keep JJ in sight. Emily remained near the front entrance while Calleigh headed for the back, seemingly observing the people on the dance floor. JJ was on her own now.
She made a beeline for the bar first, ordering a non-alcoholic cocktail and checking out the surroundings while waiting for her drink. She spotted Natalia at once.
The brunette was standing a few feet beside her; drink in hand checking out the scene.
“Cal, hang back. Natalia is here. Em stay close, will ya?”
JJ felt the adrenaline shooting through her veins. This could be it; if Boa Vista really was their killer they could close the case today and be on their way home with the first flight in the morning. And she wouldn't have to think about the blonde detective and the confusing feelings she stirred up in her. All she had to do now was getting Natalia's attention and make her hit on her.
Emily's response came quick and short. “I got your back.”
Calleigh didn't react for the longest time, until her muttered “God no!” affirmed that it was indeed Boa Vista beside her.