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Sofia Nacarat by moptop [ - ]
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Category: CSI - General, CSI - Bitextual, CSI - Ship Ahoy! > Jim Brass/Sofia Curtis
Characters: Jim Brass, Sofia Curtis
Rating: R
Genres: Case, Romance, Series
Warnings: Adult themes, Non-consensual

Summary: #28 in the Sofia Couleur series. Sofia runs into Brass.





Captain Jim Brass sat in the back of the conference room at the Chicago hotel, listening to a panel discussion on "Psychological Considerations in Non-Traditional Armed Stand-Offs."

A copper-haired woman in suit and sunglasses entered the room, then quietly slipped into the empty seat beside him. Brass glanced at her briefly in acknowledgement, then returned his attention to the speakers.

"What?" the woman said. "Not even a 'Hi?'"

Brass turned to her, startled.

"Sof?"

Sofia Curtis grinned, lowered her sunglasses slightly, and peered over them.

"Where the hell've you been!" Brass whispered. "Everybody thinks the Tabo knocked you off."

"Not yet."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sitting in on the conference for my boss."

"Boss?"

Sofia pulled out a small bifold wallet from within her jacket, and flipped it open, displaying a badge.

"'Wayne's Mill,'" Brass read aloud. "Never heard of it."

"Bump in the road a few miles north of I-64. Not far from Mount Carmel."

"Ah."

She put the badge away.

"Love what you've done with the hair," Brass said. "Until you spoke, I had no idea that was you." He eyed her name tag. "'Velda Mannerly?'"

"After Minnie's grandmother. Speaking of Minnie ...?"

"Still alive. But it's touch-and-go."

"It's a miracle she's lasted this long. Send her my love."

"Will do. She'll be tickled pink to learn you're OK." Pause. "Your disappearing act caused quite a media stir."

"Let me guess: 'Kissing Cop Missing?'"

"You got it. Where you staying?"

"The Motel 6 over on North LaSalle. You?"

"Here. I was supposed to be sharing. With Conrad Ecklie." He shuddered. Sofia smiled sympathetically. "But he got held back at the last minute on some emergency."

She perked up. "Really? Well, then! This conference might turn out to be interesting after all."




When the panel discussion broke up, Brass and Sofia moved out into the hallway.

"Where you off to now?" she asked as people pushed past around them.

"Marquette Room," he replied. "'Working More Effectively with City Hall.' You?"

"Henri Joutel A. 'The Mayberry Dilemma: Gaining the Co-operation and Respect of Big-City Enforcement Agencies.'"

"Yours sounds more interesting." He slipped his hand into hers. "Mind if I join you?"

She squeezed it gently and smiled.

He smiled back.

"Actually," she said, "I'm of half a mind to skip it. And see what else the hotel has to offer. If that's all right with you."

"I think that's an excellent idea. Where should we start?"

She stepped up close, released his hand, straightened the knot of his tie, and gave him a quick smooch on the lips.

"Your room?" she said shyly.

He slipped his arms around her waist, drew her close, and kissed her tenderly.

Hand-in-hand, they made their way down the corridor.