Ticklish_witch
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About:http://ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=98311
Part 1:http://ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=98314
Part 2:http://ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=98372
Yeah! Its a bit longer than part 2!
Sara snapped awake from her disturbing dream. This always happened to her when she was working a particularly strange case. She would dream about what her mind decided had happened. She didn’t really mind that much, though, because sometimes she could use her dreaming as a useful theory-making tool. But this time she was just plain freaked out. Catherine opened the front door. That was what had awoken her. She looked at the clock and sighed. It was only 7:30. 30 minutes past when she had fallen asleep.
“You hungry”? Catherine asked, setting her purse on the counter.
Sara sat up and rubbed her shoulder. She and Catherine had finally become close friends, and almost as soon as they did, they were moving into a flat together not far from the lab.
“Um, it depends” Sara said, attempting to peer over the counter but Catherine blocked her view.
“You wouldn’t happen to like KD, would you”? Catherine asked, and Lindsay starting jumping up and down chanting “KD! KD! KD!”
Sara grinned. “Are you kidding me? I haven’t had KD since I was like, 8 years old!” She exclaimed, scooping the 12 year old Lindsay up and flipping her upside down. She shrieked with laughter until Sara finally set her back down and she ran behind the table and called “You can’t get me”!
Sara laughed “Okay, how about I can’t get you in 5 minutes”? and she turned back to Catherine.
“Macaroni is fine” She said.
***
It wasn’t until 8:30 the next morning that Catherine awoke with a jolt, her pager vibrating against her waist. She quickly took it off and squinted to read the message.
“419. Bianca Davidson. <Coordinates attached>“
Catherine felt her breath catch in her throat. She dealt with dead bodies all the time. But this was different. She was more than sure that Alex was the murderer for both victims, and she knew that the whole rest of the team believed it too, but none of them could act on simple theories, and there was no hard evidence. This only means Alex was killing off whoever lead the CSI’s closer to catching him. Catherine thought, waking Sara up and leading her silently out of the house while Lindsay snoozed innocently.
“Come to think of it, Alex wouldn’t have been a major suspect if Bianca hadn’t told us about his tickling thing” Sara admitted while she and Catherine drove at top speeds towards the scene. Catherine had just told Sara what she thought about Alex linking to the case.
“Exactly, so why can’t we find any hard evidence on him”? Catherine asked as they stepped into the second bedroom. One away from the similarly roped off first bedroom. The one that Ciera was in.
Catherine and Sara gasped when they took in the shocking familiarity of the room. The scene was just like in Ciera’s case, only Bianca had a king sized double bed. Her tiny dark body was limp and pathetic looking, bound with handcuffs instead of duct-tape.
“I’ll dust the cuffs for prints” Sara said, grabbing her kit and setting off to work on the cuffs, alongside Nick, who was examining Bianca’s ribs. They were bruised, and the bruises looked just like fingerprints.
***
“I’ve got a print”! Sara suddenly exclaimed, and almost everyone rushed over. The tension between everyone had been much higher during this case than any other Sara had experienced before.
“Someone get that Alex bastard into the station and get a warrant for his prints, Greg, get these to the lab and get comparing”! Warrick shouted, starting to bark out orders.
“Amazing”
“Finally”
“You genius”
“Thank God”
Sara felt herself glow with pride while everyone who passed her seemed happier or relieved for the prints she lifted from the cuffs. She and Catherine jumped into one of the state hummers and sped to the lab. What a Kodak moment- the 10 big black hummers all driving at amazing speeds to the same destination, sirens blaring… all just to bust- no wait, see if they could bust a kid for double homicide.
Finally reaching the lab, everyone leapt up out of the hummers, some even leaving doors open and sprinted into the building and up the stairs, where Greg was standing with the prints Sara lifted… and a warrant for Alex’ prints!
Sara and Catherine along with Nick, Warrick, Grissom, and Greg all ran up to the lab and received Alex’ prints that another assistant CSI had gotten from Alex, and dashed into Greg’s station.
He flicked on his computer… scanned the prints… and… its… A MATCH!!! The prints on the cuffs belonged to Alex!
They returned to the interrogation room, neither Sara nor Catherine even bothered to keep the smug looks off of their faces.
“Hey its Miss Tick-a-lish, and ooh! I get a redhead too? So what, is it early Christmas?”
Alex asked, crossing his hands behind his head and leaning back on his chair.
“Actually its pronounced ‘SIDLE’ if you were interested” Sara said, pulling up a chair at the shiny chrome table in unison with Catherine and sitting down.
“Thank you” Alex said to the guard behind him who handed him a bottle of water.
Catherine flipped her hair back and kicked off her shoes. (Note to readers: Why? Because I love you all, and am feeling generous.)
Sara knew Catherine was just tempting him but didn’t say a word, when she caught Catherine’s eye, her gaze told a thousand words of warning. Catherine and Sara both noticed Alex’ eyes quickly flick down under the table to get a quick glance while he could. Catherine seized the opportunity and wriggled her toes seductively, and stretched her legs out so that they appeared from under the table and next to Alex feet and then she begun to speak while she saw Alex using all of his willpower to maintain self control.
“We found you prints on the handcuffs that we believe held Bianca bound while she was tickled to death” Catherine said, her eyes boring into his, thousands of emotions rushed through his face at once, many of which were just different levels of horror and realization.
“Really, now?” Alex said, finally sitting up. “Well I hardly find that relative, seeing as I’ve touched literally every kinky-linked object in that house”
Catherine quickly turned her eyes to Sara and then back to Alex, thinking of what to say next.
“See? Stumped you again. I didn’t do it”. Alex said stubbornly. “Nothing to it. Nothing to tell.”
Catherine sighed.
“Are we done here? Because, I think there is a giant stack of porn mags in my bedroom calling my name right now” Alex said blankly, to Catherine, patting his crotch for effect.
Sara thought frantically for a moment before kicking shoes off and sliding her feet up on Alex other side, and said “No, we are waiting for the DNA results on some saliva we found at the scene” Sara said, looking at the one-way glass behind her, seeing just a mirror, but knowing that Greg, Nick, and Warrick were all behind the glass, watching everything. “Help me”! She mouthed quickly before turning back to Alex and leaning back in her chair, letting her feet slide a little farther out from under the table. She saw Alex’ fingers twitch and look hungrily at both women’s feet.
He let his feet slide to the floor and his padded sneakers to slide off before ever so slowly inching one of his feet towards Sara’s feet, and the other towards Catherine’s feet.
Sara exchanged looks with Catherine and they silently agreed with each other.
As Alex’ toe touched the nylon-clad sole of Sara’s foot she gave a tiny gasp and so did Catherine. Sara quickly tried to shoot her foot down to the floor but in doing so, her toes ran down the length of Alex foot. He gasped and flinched, keeping his eyes squinted shut as though he could hear the growing looks of mischief on Sara and Catherine’s faces.
Sara suddenly lunged from her chair over to Alex who attempted to get up and book it away but she was quicker and cuffed his hands behind his back.
“What the fuck is this? Let me fuckin’ go”! Alex cursed.
Sara and Catherine lifted Alex’ feet up onto the table and he leaned back into his chair.
“Do you want to tell us if you murdered your girlfriend”? Catherine asked, setting her hand on Alex’ foot.
“I told you I didn’t! You can’t find evidence on me, so you have no proof”! He exclaimed, the nervousness slowly creeping into his voice.
Catherine lightly tickled right below his toes through his sock, and he cringed, and squirmed his upper body around in the chair.
“Ticklish”? Sara asked, looking down at him for a moment.
“No! Do you really want ME to file for harassment”?! He said savagely.
“You file us for it, I’ll file you for double, and her for single” Sara said, but sighed. “However I suppose we ARE sort of somewhat even now”
She leaned down to remove the cuffs on his hands and whispered in his ear “If I find out you did this, I will personally torture you” She said, and pulled away.
“Not much of a punishment” Alex said, back to himself.
“Oh, it will be” Sara said, giving him a small shove towards the door.
“Now get the fuck out of our lab” she said angrily, swinging the door shut hard behind him, and looking up at Catherine. “He knows we know. He’s just rubbing it in now” She said.
Sara looked down and felt the stress flooding over her. Catherine was right. They were stuck.
Review, much?
Part 1:http://ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=98314
Part 2:http://ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=98372
Yeah! Its a bit longer than part 2!
Sara snapped awake from her disturbing dream. This always happened to her when she was working a particularly strange case. She would dream about what her mind decided had happened. She didn’t really mind that much, though, because sometimes she could use her dreaming as a useful theory-making tool. But this time she was just plain freaked out. Catherine opened the front door. That was what had awoken her. She looked at the clock and sighed. It was only 7:30. 30 minutes past when she had fallen asleep.
“You hungry”? Catherine asked, setting her purse on the counter.
Sara sat up and rubbed her shoulder. She and Catherine had finally become close friends, and almost as soon as they did, they were moving into a flat together not far from the lab.
“Um, it depends” Sara said, attempting to peer over the counter but Catherine blocked her view.
“You wouldn’t happen to like KD, would you”? Catherine asked, and Lindsay starting jumping up and down chanting “KD! KD! KD!”
Sara grinned. “Are you kidding me? I haven’t had KD since I was like, 8 years old!” She exclaimed, scooping the 12 year old Lindsay up and flipping her upside down. She shrieked with laughter until Sara finally set her back down and she ran behind the table and called “You can’t get me”!
Sara laughed “Okay, how about I can’t get you in 5 minutes”? and she turned back to Catherine.
“Macaroni is fine” She said.
***
It wasn’t until 8:30 the next morning that Catherine awoke with a jolt, her pager vibrating against her waist. She quickly took it off and squinted to read the message.
“419. Bianca Davidson. <Coordinates attached>“
Catherine felt her breath catch in her throat. She dealt with dead bodies all the time. But this was different. She was more than sure that Alex was the murderer for both victims, and she knew that the whole rest of the team believed it too, but none of them could act on simple theories, and there was no hard evidence. This only means Alex was killing off whoever lead the CSI’s closer to catching him. Catherine thought, waking Sara up and leading her silently out of the house while Lindsay snoozed innocently.
“Come to think of it, Alex wouldn’t have been a major suspect if Bianca hadn’t told us about his tickling thing” Sara admitted while she and Catherine drove at top speeds towards the scene. Catherine had just told Sara what she thought about Alex linking to the case.
“Exactly, so why can’t we find any hard evidence on him”? Catherine asked as they stepped into the second bedroom. One away from the similarly roped off first bedroom. The one that Ciera was in.
Catherine and Sara gasped when they took in the shocking familiarity of the room. The scene was just like in Ciera’s case, only Bianca had a king sized double bed. Her tiny dark body was limp and pathetic looking, bound with handcuffs instead of duct-tape.
“I’ll dust the cuffs for prints” Sara said, grabbing her kit and setting off to work on the cuffs, alongside Nick, who was examining Bianca’s ribs. They were bruised, and the bruises looked just like fingerprints.
***
“I’ve got a print”! Sara suddenly exclaimed, and almost everyone rushed over. The tension between everyone had been much higher during this case than any other Sara had experienced before.
“Someone get that Alex bastard into the station and get a warrant for his prints, Greg, get these to the lab and get comparing”! Warrick shouted, starting to bark out orders.
“Amazing”
“Finally”
“You genius”
“Thank God”
Sara felt herself glow with pride while everyone who passed her seemed happier or relieved for the prints she lifted from the cuffs. She and Catherine jumped into one of the state hummers and sped to the lab. What a Kodak moment- the 10 big black hummers all driving at amazing speeds to the same destination, sirens blaring… all just to bust- no wait, see if they could bust a kid for double homicide.
Finally reaching the lab, everyone leapt up out of the hummers, some even leaving doors open and sprinted into the building and up the stairs, where Greg was standing with the prints Sara lifted… and a warrant for Alex’ prints!
Sara and Catherine along with Nick, Warrick, Grissom, and Greg all ran up to the lab and received Alex’ prints that another assistant CSI had gotten from Alex, and dashed into Greg’s station.
He flicked on his computer… scanned the prints… and… its… A MATCH!!! The prints on the cuffs belonged to Alex!
They returned to the interrogation room, neither Sara nor Catherine even bothered to keep the smug looks off of their faces.
“Hey its Miss Tick-a-lish, and ooh! I get a redhead too? So what, is it early Christmas?”
Alex asked, crossing his hands behind his head and leaning back on his chair.
“Actually its pronounced ‘SIDLE’ if you were interested” Sara said, pulling up a chair at the shiny chrome table in unison with Catherine and sitting down.
“Thank you” Alex said to the guard behind him who handed him a bottle of water.
Catherine flipped her hair back and kicked off her shoes. (Note to readers: Why? Because I love you all, and am feeling generous.)
Sara knew Catherine was just tempting him but didn’t say a word, when she caught Catherine’s eye, her gaze told a thousand words of warning. Catherine and Sara both noticed Alex’ eyes quickly flick down under the table to get a quick glance while he could. Catherine seized the opportunity and wriggled her toes seductively, and stretched her legs out so that they appeared from under the table and next to Alex feet and then she begun to speak while she saw Alex using all of his willpower to maintain self control.
“We found you prints on the handcuffs that we believe held Bianca bound while she was tickled to death” Catherine said, her eyes boring into his, thousands of emotions rushed through his face at once, many of which were just different levels of horror and realization.
“Really, now?” Alex said, finally sitting up. “Well I hardly find that relative, seeing as I’ve touched literally every kinky-linked object in that house”
Catherine quickly turned her eyes to Sara and then back to Alex, thinking of what to say next.
“See? Stumped you again. I didn’t do it”. Alex said stubbornly. “Nothing to it. Nothing to tell.”
Catherine sighed.
“Are we done here? Because, I think there is a giant stack of porn mags in my bedroom calling my name right now” Alex said blankly, to Catherine, patting his crotch for effect.
Sara thought frantically for a moment before kicking shoes off and sliding her feet up on Alex other side, and said “No, we are waiting for the DNA results on some saliva we found at the scene” Sara said, looking at the one-way glass behind her, seeing just a mirror, but knowing that Greg, Nick, and Warrick were all behind the glass, watching everything. “Help me”! She mouthed quickly before turning back to Alex and leaning back in her chair, letting her feet slide a little farther out from under the table. She saw Alex’ fingers twitch and look hungrily at both women’s feet.
He let his feet slide to the floor and his padded sneakers to slide off before ever so slowly inching one of his feet towards Sara’s feet, and the other towards Catherine’s feet.
Sara exchanged looks with Catherine and they silently agreed with each other.
As Alex’ toe touched the nylon-clad sole of Sara’s foot she gave a tiny gasp and so did Catherine. Sara quickly tried to shoot her foot down to the floor but in doing so, her toes ran down the length of Alex foot. He gasped and flinched, keeping his eyes squinted shut as though he could hear the growing looks of mischief on Sara and Catherine’s faces.
Sara suddenly lunged from her chair over to Alex who attempted to get up and book it away but she was quicker and cuffed his hands behind his back.
“What the fuck is this? Let me fuckin’ go”! Alex cursed.
Sara and Catherine lifted Alex’ feet up onto the table and he leaned back into his chair.
“Do you want to tell us if you murdered your girlfriend”? Catherine asked, setting her hand on Alex’ foot.
“I told you I didn’t! You can’t find evidence on me, so you have no proof”! He exclaimed, the nervousness slowly creeping into his voice.
Catherine lightly tickled right below his toes through his sock, and he cringed, and squirmed his upper body around in the chair.
“Ticklish”? Sara asked, looking down at him for a moment.
“No! Do you really want ME to file for harassment”?! He said savagely.
“You file us for it, I’ll file you for double, and her for single” Sara said, but sighed. “However I suppose we ARE sort of somewhat even now”
She leaned down to remove the cuffs on his hands and whispered in his ear “If I find out you did this, I will personally torture you” She said, and pulled away.
“Not much of a punishment” Alex said, back to himself.
“Oh, it will be” Sara said, giving him a small shove towards the door.
“Now get the fuck out of our lab” she said angrily, swinging the door shut hard behind him, and looking up at Catherine. “He knows we know. He’s just rubbing it in now” She said.
Sara looked down and felt the stress flooding over her. Catherine was right. They were stuck.
Review, much?
, i was looking foward to Bianca getting it too
