InsaneJournal

They had found a stalker living in Nick's attic. Sara insisted that she would visit each of her colleagues' houses that night to make sure there were no repeat performances. They had all laughed at her, except Grissom, who didn't really ever laugh. Catherine had laughed the hardest, but she had also been the only one to take Sara up on the offer.

So now, Sara stood in Catherine's foyer, holding a flashlight, with her gun strapped to her hip, and Catherine thought she looked unbearably sexy. "Can I get you a drink?"

Sara pursed her lips and shook her head. "I'm checking the attic before anything else. Where is it?"

Catherine bit back her amusement, well, most of it, anyway. "I don't know, I've never been in it."

Sara's eyebrows lifted. "Are you sure you have one?"

Catherine laughed and shook her head. "No."

The surprise turned into a frown, and Sara glanced up at the ceiling. "I'll find it."

Catherine chewed coyly on one fingertip and sat down on the sofa as Sara wandered off to search for the attic. Her ass looked really good in those jeans. Not that it ever didn't look good, but--

Her musings were interrupted when Sara called to her from the hallway. "I found it!"

Cat assumed that meant she was expected to join her colleague, so she got up and wandered back to the hallway, where Sara was standing looking up at a rectangular door in the ceiling.

"How am I gonna get up there?" Sara wondered aloud.

"Don't look at me, you're the one that thinks there's someone living up there," Catherine said dryly.

"If you're so sure there isn't, then why am I here?"

"Because you looked so determined, I couldn't say no."

Sara's eyes narrowed slightly, the only sign she was not amused or appreciative. "Do you have a ladder?"

"I don't know, probably somewhere."

"Do you think you could get it for me?"

Catherine sighed and rolled her eyes, but dutifully spun around and headed in the direction of the garage. She returned a few minutes later with a step ladder. "This is all I've got. Will it work?"

Sara took the ladder and opened it up, stepping carefully to the top step. "I think so. Hold this." She handed Catherine her flashlight, then reached up and was able to grasp the rusty metal handle of the attic door. She tried pushing, with no luck, and when she gave a firm tug, the door opened toward her and a ladder slid down, nearly knocking her off balance. She grabbed hold of it to steady herself before she could fall, and reached out a hand, never taking her eyes off the darkness above. "Flashlight."

Catherine imagined Sara as a doctor, asking for a scalpel during a surgery. That's how serious she was about this. She handed over the flashlight, crossing her arms over her chest and peering curiously at her colleage. She did have a good view of Sara's ass from here.

Sara turned on the light, shining the beam above her head as she slowly ascended the drop-down ladder. When she reached the top, her upper half was in the attic, and she shined the light around, her mouth falling open as she did. "Holy shit, Catherine. There's not someone living up here... there's someone dead."