Title: Claiming Her Rights
Author: Ann
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Fandom: CSI: Las Veagas
Rating: PG-13
Word prompt by rebelbyrdie: Miranda Rights
Disclaimer: CSI and its characters are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.
Written for: sara_sofia Sassy Ficathon.
Special thanks: To mrswoman for the beta and extra boost of confidence to post this one.

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The suspect sat on the couch under the watchful eye of Detective Sofia Curtis while CSI Sara Sidle processed the small room. A loose board on the wooden floor was quickly discovered, and a very large knife was removed from beneath it. Sara smiled as she turned to her kit, reaching for a swab and the phenolphthalein. Soon, the tip turned a nice shade of pink, confirming the presence of blood.

“We’ve got blood.” Sara grinned smugly. Once the blood type was matched to the victim along with the fingerprints to the suspect, the case was going to be a slam dunk.

The gang member seemed to realize the significance of Sara’s statement as he suddenly stood to flee. Sofia noted the movement and casually stuck out a booted foot, tripping the young man. Not wasting a moment, she placed her boot on his back and pulled her handcuffs free in one motion. Within seconds, he was cuffed and being read his Miranda Rights by the detective.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”

The man remained stubbornly silent.

“With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

“Fuck you, bitch.”

Sofia chuckled. “Ah, I’ll take that as a no, then. Officer Monroe, would you and your partner please take this sorry excuse for a human being to the precinct? I’ll meet you there shortly.”

The burly officer nodded his head and grabbed the suspect by the arm, escorting the protesting man out of the apartment door. Sara took advantage of her time alone with Sofia to speak her mind.

“Damn, that was sexy as hell. I sure wouldn’t mind if you were to read me my rights.”

A sudden thought entered the detective’s head, and she immediately began to plan her strategy. Turning towards the investigator, she never let on what she was thinking.

“Yeah, well, I need you to process the rest of the room while I go to headquarters and book Mr. Wallace. Will a couple of hours be long enough for you to gather what you need for his interrogation?”

The mention of the job moved Sara’s focus back to the case at hand. “I think that should do it. I’ll have Mandy check the knife for prints, and Wendy type the blood. I’ll meet you at the precinct as soon as I possibly can.”

Nodding her head, Sofia motioned for the third officer to stand guard outside the door. There was no way she was going to leave Sara behind without someone to watch over her. Taking one last look at the investigator, she headed for her car.

True to her word, Sara met the detective in the interrogation room one with enough evidence to put John Wallace away for a very long time. The two women smiled as they watched the officer remove the suspect from the room.

“Well, I’m done for the night. Do you want to get some coffee?” Sara asked the detective, hoping to spend some more time with the blonde as their schedules hadn’t allowed for much recent quality time together.

Sofia glanced at her watch and frowned. “I’m sorry, Sara. I’ve got two reports sitting on my desk that I have to finish before I leave. Maybe we can do lunch?”

Disappointed, Sara attempted to smile. “Sure. No problem. Give me a call later.”

The detective nodded and waited until the brunette had walked around the corner before she turned and sprinted towards the back parking lot with full intentions of getting to the apartment well ahead of the investigator.

Returning home, Sara put her key in the lock and turned the knob. From out of nowhere, someone pushed her inside, shoved her against the wall roughly, and slammed the apartment door shut with a booted foot. Cool metal encircled the investigator’s wrist and, before she could utter a sound, she was quickly handcuffed, her hands pulled tightly behind her back.

A soft, raspy voice whispered in her ear. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you when I take you into your bedroom. Oh and, just so you know, I do intend to take you, repeatedly in fact. You have the right to receive a proper fucking with a long, hard strap-on. If you cannot afford a strap-on, one will be provided for you before, during, or after you yield to my wishes. You can refuse the right to receive the strap-on, but be warned, it’s coming anyway, or rather, you’re coming anyway, whether you like it or not. But, I *do* believe you’re going to like it.”

Sofia grinned as she pushed her hips firmly against Sara, letting her lover get a good feel of the hardness positioned between her legs. “Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to yield to me under my stated conditions?”

Sara rested her cheek against the cool surface of the wall and reflexively pushed back and groaned; however, Sofia wasn’t satisfied with the lack of a proper verbal response, spinning Sara around sharply to take took total possession of her lips. Placing her hands on the brunette’s hips, she pulled her forward, grinding hard against the cuffed woman as more pitiful moans emerged from the captive.

Sofia moved her lips to her lover’s neck and sucked the soft skin into her mouth, her hips picking up speed as she changed to a thrusting motion. Sara’s whispered words finally made their way through the grunts and to the blonde’s ear. “Yes, oh God, yes; I understand. Please, take me now.”

Nipping the skin lightly, Sofia pulled away and smiled. She leaned forward and kissed her lover once more before releasing the swollen lips with a smug grin. Placing her hand on her lover’s belt, she tugged Sara behind her, leading the CSI directly to the bedroom. It was definitely time for the detective to claim her rights.

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