Challenge Fluff Response - Stranded
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femslash_fluffTitle: Stranded
Author: Ann
Challenger: um, Me?
Challenge: Sara/Catherine, deserted highway, battery cables
Fandom: CSI
Disclaimer: No ownership, simply fluff
Grissom could have called any one of us to go to Catherine’s rescue. Why me? Why not Warrick? Damn it, I was almost out the door. Now I get to listen to Catherine bitch about being stuck out on a deserted highway.
I check the map one more time before exiting the interstate. Catherine said she was about five miles from this location. What the hell was her assignment anyway? I sure don’t envy Grissom. She’s going to lay into him when she gets back to the lab. Turning right at the stop sign, I head toward Hurricane Catherine.
Around mile seven, I begin to get worried. Am I on the right road? I reach for my cell to give her a call when my headlights reflect off the disabled Denali. Catherine is sitting on the hood with her gun in her hand. I just hope she doesn’t decide to shoot me.
Pulling in front of her vehicle, I leave the engine running and step from the truck. Catherine slides down off the SUV and says, “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.” I stand my ground and watch while she walks to the passenger side of my truck. Maybe I shouldn’t have left the keys in the ignition. She’s liable to drive off and leave me here.
I quickly catch up to her and say, “Cath, give me a minute to look at your truck. I may be able to get it running.”
She glares back at me and replies, “I don’t want to wait here any longer. I say fuck it. Let Gil worry about getting it back. He’s the one who sent me out on this wild good chase in the first place.”
She glares back at me and replies, “I don’t want to wait here any longer. I say fuck it. Let Gil worry about getting it back. He’s the one who sent me out on this wild good chase in the first place.”
Tilting my head, I ask,,“Why are you out here anyway?”
Catherine uncharacteristically turns beat red and answers, “I’mlookingforLadyHeathertoaskhersomethingaboutacase.” It takes a few minutes for me to decipher her jumbled words, but I’m pretty sure Lady Heather was somewhere in that sentence.
Catherine uncharacteristically turns beat red and answers, “I’mlookingforLadyHeathertoaskhersomethingaboutacase.” It takes a few minutes for me to decipher her jumbled words, but I’m pretty sure Lady Heather was somewhere in that sentence.
Smiling, I ask, “What do you need Lady Heather for and why did you think you would find her out in here in the middle of nowhere?”
Catherine looks down at her feet and replies, “Gil said she had a . . . um . . . pleasure house somewhere on this road. I think the suspect in my current case may be a client, and I needed to talk to her about his er, … fetish.”
Catherine is absolutely adorable when she’s embarrassed. I’ve actually never seen her like this before. Let’s see if I can keep her in this mode for a little longer.
I grin from ear to ear and ask, “What kind of fetish? Is it something you’ve ever tried?”
I grin from ear to ear and ask, “What kind of fetish? Is it something you’ve ever tried?”
Her eyes snap up to mine, and if fire could actually shoot from them, it would. Uh oh, I think I may have gone a bit too far as Catherine has moved into my space. For every step I take backward, she takes forward until I’m backed against the hood of her stalled Denali. She is no longer red from embarrassment as anger has taken the lead.
“Listen to me, Sara Sidle. I would never engage in this particular fetish. Do you remember that furry people case we had? Well, this is much worse. These people actually think they are horses. There’s a barn and everything. They put on a bridle and other horse gear and prance around. I think they take turns being the one to tame the savage beast. Don’t you ever associate me with those people again!”
Whoa, I have definitely touched a nerve here. I quickly try to bail myself out by saying, “Oh no, Catherine. I would never think you would engage in that type of behavior. I’m sorry for teasing you. I was out of line.”
Catherine stands firm before she finally steps back and allows me to unpeel myself from the hood of the truck. I rub my back, but can’t help but smile as I think of a more pleasurable reason for Catherine to pin me against the vehicle.
Deciding to inject a little humor to lighten things up, I ask, “Hey Catherine, how do you suppose Grissom knows about this place?”
She grins and replies, “I was afraid to ask.” We both look at each other and bust out laughing.
She grins and replies, “I was afraid to ask.” We both look at each other and bust out laughing.
Several minutes later, I have my head under the hood and believe I have found the problem. The battery cables have quite a bit of corrosion on them so I take them off and clean the connections. To be safe, I probably should jump the battery using my vehicle.
Catherine watches me closely as I pull out a small pair of jumper cables and attach the ends to each battery node. She leans in very close and purrs, “Those look just like nipple clamps.” I lift my head quickly only to hit it on the hood of the truck.
Leaning over, I hold my ailing head and yell, “Fuck, are you trying to kill me?”
Catherine comes over and lightly rubs my injury. As I start to stand, I feel the lightest touch, almost like a kiss on the top of my head. I look up at a smirking Catherine as she asks, “Aren’t you going to ask me how I know what nipple clamps look like?”
Oh no, I’m not touching that one with a ten foot pole. I ignore her and walk back to connect the jumper cables to the battery in my vehicle. Moving to her Denali, I get in and turn the ignition. The car starts immediately.
Catherine offers her thanks when I get out to remove the cables from each vehicle. As I slam the hood down on her car, she moves to the driver’s side to get in.
I close the hood on my car and turn to tell Catherine I’ll follow her out, but I’m left speechless when she says, “Hey Sara, follow me home, and I’ll show you how to use those nipple clamps.” Without another word, she closes the door and drives off.
I stand there on the side of the deserted highway for about thirty seconds before I jump in my truck and peel out. Wait until she sees what I use to flush out a radiator.
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