Title: Case Dismissed
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: Failure
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: none this time
Words: 400

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"Dammit! I hate it when that happens! Ohh, that oily little slimy excuse for a human being! I could kill him."

Sara suddenly found that her wrists were being held, preventing her thumping her locker door any more. She wasn't surprised to see the hands on her wrists were smaller than her own, attached to arms exposed by the tank top Catherine was wearing. Although still angry, the twitches running across Catherine's chest as her pectoral muscles worked against Sara's desire to throw punches were doing interesting things to the blonde's cleavage caught Sara's attention.

Although she knew she'd get caught and teased for it later, Sara pretended to throw a couple more punches just to see Catherine's breasts move under her clothes.

"Enjoying the show?" was all Catherine said, while throwing that superior half-smile to let Sara know she was busted. "I take it the trial didn't go so well? What went wrong honey?"

"He got off. Case dismissed. All because the fucking DA didn't disclose all the DNA evidence. All our work down the pan. That rapist walking free."

Sara could feel herself getting worked up again. Like all rape cases this one had got to her. This one was complicated because there were lots of little bits of evidence all of which had to be explained to the jury. Three pieces of complicated trace evidence were the real key, which was why Sara had been in court, it was her area of expertise. The whole team had worked on it for a week, laying off other cases to day shift to make sure Sara knew everything she needed to know. They'd talked through all the questions they thought she might get asked so that she could cope. The fact that the accused was a high-powered attorney meant they'd all stepped in to make sure she was right on the ball.

Catherine instantly divined the problem. Someone else had failed in their responsibility, something Sara wouldn't ever have done herself. She felt like her side had fumbled the play, and as always she was blaming herself for something that wasn't her fault.

This time Catherine pushed deliberately against Sara's wrists, making her breasts jump. As Sara's eyes lost that angry look, distracted once more by lustful thoughts, Catherine leaned in and kissed her.

"Don't worry baby. It will sort out. We'll get the bastard another way," she murmured.

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