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She smiled again. "Sounds good. Ready, Hon?"

Sofia could barely move. Her head and left shoulder were throbbing. She couldn't recall ever being in this sort of pain. "Ahh, It hurts, Jim. What happened? I remember bein' hit, but then I blank out.:

She thought briefly. "How about Kiro's? Ya knoe, the new diner out on the Strip in 15?"

Catherine smiled without realizing it. Actually, she did feel the same way, and she had a feeling Warrick did, too, but she'd been keeping it to herself because she'd been afraid to make the first move. She was afraid she'd be heartbroken if she was wrong about his feelings. She soon found her...

Cath wondered what Warrick was thinking. She rose off the curb. "Sure, go ahead."

Cath grinned her way, telling her it wouldn't be much longer. "Okay, I have a ser of jumpers. Where are you?"

Cath nodded, wincing a bit. "Talk about a bad day. Need me to help you jump your car?"

Sofia felt a bit dizzy as she came to. Pain came into her conciousness as she felt her head pound. She tried to get up, but failed.

Fur and Loathing

My mistake. Sorry. Viva Las Vegas?

Let's try: Cath: Did I just do that?

Sara shook her head. "Didn't you know? He came into this the other day when...

Sofia, meanwhile, still nursing the coffee, walked out to the lab. She was about to start processing some evidence when her phone rang. "Curtis. Wait, what happened? Ok, be right there." It turned out Sofia was needed over at the Tangiers. There had been a homicide in the Presidential Suite. She...

Catherine smiled. "I'm not picky either. Oh, hang on one sec. Sara, wait, slow down, Yes, I found her. We'll swing back in after lunch. She's a little scared and has some bruises, but she's holding her own." Suddenly, she was aware of a beep on her phone. "One sec, Sar. Warrick?" she asked...

Cath: Well, I like hairy xhests, but I'm not about to bop a six foot weasel.

ita. After all, I'm guessing things like that are rare in Vegas anyway.

Cath nodded. Her stomach was growling, too. "Me. too, actually. What are you in the mood for?"

Sofia laughed, shaking off a little embarrassment. "Sorry, Greggo, but you've got a lot to learn. A: the coffee they give us tastes like motor oil and B: If you don't want people finding it, be more inventive with your hiding places." She chuckled, tossed her hair off her shoulder, and sat down...

Cath finally felt confident enough to come up and take a seat on the steps next to her. "Ooh, those are some nasty bruises you've got there." Her tone was gentle as she studied the dark outlines and realization came to her. "So that's why you thought I'd hurt you before." She sighed. "It's okay...

Sofia's system screamed for coffee as she walked into the lab. "Wonder where Greggo hides the good stuff," she thought with a chuckle. She found it behind a plant and laughed. "How obvious can you get?" she wondered as she put a pot on.