TEST DRIVE

disclaimer: nope, nada, nein, nr, nao, nyet, non, not the owner of csi. if i did i would've said yeah, yahoo! yawza! yes, si, oo, oui, ja, sim. but i don't...

rating: T for now for femme pairing. i'll change it if i get in trouble.

a/n:a friend of mine asked me if i knew anyone with phychic abilities, i said "yes" and a "me." by some dumb luck i guessed what she was thinking. now i scare her, which is really cool.

Psychic

"I don't know what else I can say, Catherine," Nick says as he gets up and wipes the grease from his hands, "but you need a new car."

She takes a deep breath. "Okay, you've been telling me that, Nicky."

"You always end up with lemons. It looks great from the outside but in the inside it's junk," Nick says as he leans on her car, "you gotta pop the hood and inspect and see the inside." He taps the hood of her car.

She crosses her arms and looks sarcastically at Nick, "like I know what to look for."

He smiles, "well, that's why just get a new one."

"Like it was that easy," she says as she runs her hand over the side door, "I had this baby for three years and three years.."

"She gave you hell, huh." Nick smiled as he finished her sentence.

"Yeah," Catherine shrugged, "she was a stubborn bitch. I put in a new CD player, new steering wheel, new seat covers. Leather seat covers, Nick. Leather!" Catherine crossed her arms and looked at her car, "but still," she kicked the black wheel.

"She gave you hell, yup." His grin widened.

"Why cant the department let us keep the trucks they let us drive? Hell, I've been driving the Denali for years now. Why cant I have the stupid truck?" Catherine complained.

"You got me there, babe." Nick says as he pats her shoulder, "listen, Cath, if you need someone to go with you and look at cars, I'll be glad to help." He hands her her keys.

"Thanks, Nicky. I'll probably will." She says as she takes the keys and pockets it.

"I'll see you inside then, Cath." He waves as he walks towards the building.

"Yeah, I'll catch up, Nick. Thanks again." She fishes out her bag from the front seat.

"Damn, car. Next thing your oil will be leaking again, or the radio wont play, faulty wiring. Such a car bitch." Catherine was busy murmuring she didn't notice Sara approach and stand next to her.

"You know," she says crossing her arms looking at Catherine pull out her bag, "they got excellent therapies for people who talk to cars.They're a very discreet group of psychiatrists."

"Oh, hey, Sara," she runs her hand through her hair, trying to fix it. Damn, she thought, now she thinks I'm nuts.

"Car trouble again, huh." Sara says as she looks at her car.

Catherine lets out a deep breath, "yeah, Nicky fixed it again," then added, "and again and again."

"Car's telling you it's time for her to turn in her wheels and for you to get a new one." Sara says smiling.

"Really?" Catherine says jokingly, "the car told you all that?"

Sara laughs flashing her pearly gapped teeth.

Catherine laughs with her. God, she's so cute.

"Didn't you know I'm psychic?" Sara says playfully.

"Okay, great salamihamini, what am I thinking?" Catherine turns to face Sara and smiles as she eyes the younger CSI.

"Ahh. Alright, an unbeliever, " Sara rubs her hands together, "I need energy." she takes a step closer to Catherine, looks into her eyes and places both her hands on Catherine's temple and closes her eyes.

Catherine stares at Sara, unable to speak. She sure wasn't expecting her to do that. Watching Sara close her eyes was one of the sexiest things she's ever seen. Being in close proximity with Sara made her feel uncomfortable and yet warm all over at the same time. Then Catherine closed her eyes. Her breathing quickened, oh, god, I'm seeing her naked! Catherine opens her eyes and sees Sara smiling at her, with one eyebrow cocked up.

Catherine takes one step back, feeling herself blush, "I, uh,umm..." Sara cant be psychic, she can't be! Oh, the trouble I'll be in if she is. Damn, did she read my thoughts? She must think I'm a sex crazed pervert for constantly thinking of her. She breathes in deeply, and all the ways I imagine me and her making love. Her eyes widen. Oh no, is she still reading my thoughts?
"Sara?"

"You are a naughty, naughty girl, Catherine." Sara says grinning ear to ear as she pulls her by the sleeve, "we gotta go, we're late for work. Come on."

Catherine rendering speechless, follows her to the doors. Oh god, she's psychic. Was all she can think of.

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