Burden of Proof

Title: Burden of Proof

Name: Cheyne

Disclaimer: These women do not belong to me. Damn it. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS and NBC, respectively.

Fandom: CSI/Crossing Jordan

Pairing: Catherine/Jordan

Rating: Somewhere between PG 13 and NC 15

Summary: In between seminars at a convention in Boston, Catherine accepts an invitation from Jordan to visit the morgue. More than intrigued by each other, the attraction is mutual and following a mid-morning tour, the women interact with an obvious rapport. The conversation below is just one of their exchanges.

Spoiler or Other Information: Another challenge from The Raven. The parameters were the fic had to include a conversation in the morgue, flirtation, strong subtext, teasing, humor and hints of lust. It must take only 2 or 3 pages, 30 minutes to write and it must be dialogue only.

A/N: Not sure about the strong subtext but I think I covered the rest. Thanks, Rave. All fun aside, you make me a better writer.

Archive: Only with permission from the author.

“So…Jordan…I’m here. We’re alone. What is that you wanted to show me?”

“Ever seen one of these before, Catherine?”

“What…is…that?”

“It’s new…you’re going to love it.”

“I am? Are you sure? That looks a little funky…”

“How long have I known you?”

“Uh…four hours?”

“Have I ever lied to you? Come on…that’s why I chose this one in particular, Catherine. The mystery alone is the allure. To the untrained eye, it looks rather…ambiguous, I admit, but look closer.”

“It doesn’t look like anything I’d try on my own. And, frankly, I’m a little surprised you’re trying this on me. I mean, we did just meet this morning.”

“I know. But just looking at you, I knew that you…well, you know…had an adventurous nature and it wouldn’t take too much convincing…sorry, if I…I didn’t misinterpret anything here, did I?”

“No. Relax. You pegged me correctly. As much as I hate to admit to being so readable.”

“Reading people is what I do best.”

“Yeah…but that fact that they’re usually dead, doesn’t make me feel a whole lot better, Jordan.”

“Look, we’re wasting time. Now, I can do this with you or alone but I’d much rather have someone to do it with.”

“Someone? Or me in particular?”

“Oh – definitely you, in particular. Now, just do what I tell you and trust me, you won’t regret it.”

“Alright…I’m in your hands, Jordan. Don’t disappoint me.”

“Okay…ready? Yep…oh, yeah…right there…right…perrrfect…”

“Oh! Mmmmm…that – that’s nice. Oooh, you’re right. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“Heh heh…it’ll only get better…”

“Oh. Ohhhhh, Jordan…oh my God, this is…I’ve never experienced anything like this before…”

“Shhhh, Catherine…keep your voice down, I don’t want us to get caught.”

“I can’t help it. This is a new sensation for me and…oh my God, you…you’re talent is amazing…”

“You’re getting orgasmic, aren’t you? Don’t lie to me, I see it in your eyes.”

“Ohhh, yes…yes! Do you satisfy everyone this quickly and thoroughly or are you just trying to impress me?”

“Well, it’s nice to know I impress you, Catherine, but I am really good at this.”

“Shhhh…I can’t speak right now…”

“Wow. Nice expression. If you want more, I can oblige you.”

“No…I shouldn’t. I mean, I’d love to and it was great but we should get back to the Convention Center. Maybe we can sneak in here later and do it again.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was my pleasure.”

“Who would have ever thought a homemade Boston Crème Pie pocket cooked over a Bunson burner could be sooooo delicious!”

The End