A/N: This is yet another request from Stormy Snape. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters.
Coffee Ground Blues
"Caffeine. Need caffeine." Catherine said, repeating her mantra over and over as she made her way to the coffee machine in the lab's break room.
It had been a very trying shift so far, and she was vaguely hoping that the coffee would cheer her up a little bit.
Reaching the machine, she grabbed a semi-clean mug and poured herself a cup, really not caring about her personal hygiene currently. As soon as the dark liquid touched her tongue, she scowled. Why was it that the lab's coffee always tasted like dirt?
"Urgh, gross!" She exclaimed, emptying her cup out into the sink.
"I know." A familiar voice replied, from across the room.
Catherine turned around to find Greg sitting at the far end of the table, idly lighting match after match, dropping the burnt down sticks into a glass of water.
"So, you've got the coffee ground blues too?" She asked, taking a seat beside him.
"Nope." He answered.
"No?" Catherine raised her eyebrows. "You actually like drinking mud?"
Greg just smiled and slid her his coffee cup which was down a few inches from his makeshift water-and-match play-thing.
She just stared at the cup, then glanced back to see him grinning widely.
"To get over your damper, young grasshopper, you must drink from the up of life."
"Huh?"
"Just take a drink of coffee."
Hesitantly, she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. Oh, how sweet it tasted!
"Wow!" Catherine said, surprised, as she slid him back the mug. "What are you drinking and where can I get some?"
"That'd be Blue Hawaiian, forty bucks a pounds, and you can only have it specially ordered. So, since I'm down to my last can for a little while, you're stuck with that." Greg stated, pointing at the coffee pot Catherine had claimed was brewing mud.
"Well, I'm your senior Greg, and I want a cup. Who know? Maybe in return I could get you a little time on the field."
"Really?" Greg's eyes lit up just like a child's on Christmas morning.
"Mm-hmm."
Greg slid the cup back to her and just watched as she drank it's contents happily.
"So, Cath?" He said after a few minutes.
"Yeah?"
"Will you take me out with you, next shift?"
Catherine just chuckled and replied "Patience, young grasshopper."
Greg just frowned.
