Title: Counterfeit
By: lewis771750
Challenge: AU
Rating: G
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
Words: 400
AN: Please read it all before reaching for the blood pressure medication or the shotguns.

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"Gil, I need some help please?"

Grissom looked up into the dark eyes of his lover and smiled. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I've been investigating a chips for cash scam, and that's fine, but the cash I've got is counterfeit. I'm not quite sure what to do."

Grissom smiled again. "Simple, you call the secret service. It's their bailiwick. The number for the local office is on my desk somewhere, or you could ask at reception."

The brunette left, putting a little extra swing in her hips as she went, just for him, the man she was desperate to please. Grissom finished what he was doing and followed.

"...if I'm not here ask for my colleague Catherine Willows, she can help" was all he heard before she hung up and then twisted to look at him. "I'm going back out, the guy we think was selling the chips has just turned up dead. I've been asked to give cover, is that alright with you?"

He nodded. She left.

30 minutes later:

"Do you know where I can find Catherine Willows?"

Catherine looked up startled, into the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. She could feel herself wanting to fall into those eyes forever. The long legs and the slim build went wonderfully with the eyes. With a mental shake that she hoped wasn't visible Catherine pulled herself together.

"I'm Catherine Willows, what can I do for you?"

"Special Agent Sidle, Secret Service, Sara. Holly Gribbs rang about some counterfeit money. She's out in the field and gave me your name as the alternate point of call."

"Oh, yes, let me show you."

The two women headed off to collect the counterfeit money. She handed the money over and showed interest, wondering how she could try and manipulate the situation to spend some more time with the gorgeous brunette, not realising that Sara was thinking exactly the same.

The moment finally came when Catherine felt she could make her move. Seemingly accidentally she leant into Sara's body as she was examining the notes. She was astounded to feel the pressure returned and a hand touch her in the middle of her back. She was more shocked when Sara, in a voice deeper and huskier than her first words, asked if she would like to go and get a coffee and have a break from this.
Recovering quickly, Catherine replied, "Yes."

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