Two slightly different pieces, each about 150 words. Something I had to write when I read the spoilers for the upcoming season. Now I know I shouldn't read spoilers. :)
WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS for the upcoming season of CSI.
Home, Our Home
Her office; cleared out, the boxes packed. Her former life neatly placed and stowed away.
Grissom had the right idea, no fanfare.
A simultaneous nod and a wink from Nicky all but concluded it was over; her time at CSI was over.
The boxes remained in her car as she entered her dark, cold house.
But she was not alone. He was there, her future, sleeping on a mat on the floor of her soon to be vacant home.
"Hey," he mumbled feeling her next to him. "How did it go?" turning his body to face her.
"I don't want to talk about it."
After a short silence the dark haired man asked, "So Ms Willows, where would you like to go first?"
"Home, our home."
Reclaiming the Bed
"How is anyone supposed to get any sleep around here?" she asked her voice full of irritation.
"Hey, it's not like I don't have to go to work either." His voice echoed the same frustration.
"Mr. Vartann, you snore," Catherine blurted out in annoyance.
"Well, Ms. Willows, you are a bed hog."
"I'm reclaiming the bed," she huffed pulling the covers over to her side.
A fit of laughter escaped both parties desperately trying to get some sleep.
"Let's try this again shall we? Ms Willows you are a bed hog," the detective conceded comforting his bed partner.
"Mr. Vartann," she smiled. "You snore."
