Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I have nothing to do with CSI, CBS, Zukier, Bruckheimer or any of the actors on the television show CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. I am merely a fan. Oh, and I have No idea what a "beta" is, other than knowing that it is another name for a Siamese Fighting Fish. Hope you enjoy…. This is my first fic ever… (You have been forewarned).

Title: Nobody's Fault

Author: J. Linkletter (linkletter7)

Rated R for language and sexual situations. 2005

Summary: I am really, really bad at summaries… so…umm, read ahead and find out for yourself?

This story will be posted in (hopefully) five sections and those sections will actually have an appropriate summary attached. Please Review (that way I'll know if the story sucks and I should quit while I am ahead…lol.)…

Nobody's Fault

-Chapter One-

'Oh, how do you get yourself into these messes?' She asked herself as she approached the break-room with a vengeance. As she swung around the corner, she could see that the team was all there. All except for the one person she was looking for.

Already having checked his office, she poked her strawberry-blond head in through the glass door where her fellow co-workers were gathered.

"Hey," says a much frazzled Catherine Willows, "have any of you seen Grissom?"

"Nope."

"Nunh-uh."

"Sorry."

"Me neither," pipes the youngest member of the team, "but, you might want to check the Microscopy Lab." Shrugging his shoulders with a playful smile on his lips for the beauty in front of him, Greg Sanders adds "It's where I saw him last."

"Thanks, Greg."

With a wink and a nod Greg sends her off with an ever charming, "Anytime sexy lady!"

Shaking their heads, Sara, Nick, and Warrick do all they can not to laugh at the young lab-rat.

"Oh, Greggo!" said Sara as Nick laughed "Man, you got it bad!" Warrick just couldn't stop shaking his head as he said "Hey, let me put it this way… OUT. OF. YOUR. LEAGUE. !" By now all four team-members were all giggles until Nick had to ask "Ya'll think somethin's wrong with Cath? I mean, she did seem kinda preoccupied."

"Now that you mention it… she called me Greg."

Sara thought for a second. "Now, why do you think that she would do that lab-rat?" She asked looking over a Greg just in time to see him lower his gaze sheepishly. "Yeah," replied Warrick, "it is your name after all."

Looking up from the microscope he had in front of him, Gil Grissom grimaced at the faint sound of heels clicking against the linoleum getting louder and louder. As the sound got closer and the fast pace of the clicking heels slowed, he knew that something was up. He just didn't know what it was.

As Catherine approached the Microscopy Lab, she started to lose her confidence. Spying Grissom, however, seemed to make her angrier than she was before… 'after all, it is all his fault… right?' Noticing that he was alone Catherine took a deep breath, stepped inside the lab, locked the door, and swung around to meet his questioning gaze.

"Cath?" a very confused Grissom asked.

"Don't!" She replied pointing her index finger at the man before her with what could be called a 'Don't-Fuck-With-Me' look. Pacing to and fro, Catherine abruptly stopped short, five feet before the man she was after. Sighing, in what appeared to be defeat, she mumbled "Oh my God, Gil Grissom… you know… sometimes I really hate you… no, wait… I loathe you, you son of a bitch!"

He knew that she had said something that he really should have been paying attention to, but he only realized it when he made out the last part of her mumbled rant '"I loath you, you son of a bitch!" What was that supposed to mean?'

"What are you talking about, Cath? You aren't making any sense at all. What is the matter with you tonight?" A still confused Grissom asked his best friend and partner of almost twenty years. As his eyes neared the microscope before him, it took all of 0.64 seconds until the wrath of Catherine Willows exploded.

"You son of a bitch! This is all your fault, Grissom. How could you let this happen, to me of all people? What am I going to do? What are we going to do?"

Catherine finished raving like a lunatic and stared at the man in question, her deep blue eyes pleading with him to say something. Dropping her head for a moment, she lifted her eyes to the one person that she could truly talk to. Still with no response, the silence was beginning to eat away at her. Snapping again, she glared at Grissom . . . "Gil? Hello? Say something, say anything dammit! You know, I am seriously starting to get really pissed at you!"

Staring intently into her blue-green eyes he asked "Catherine. What are you raving about?"

"Oh. No. You had better pray to God that you did not just ask me that question Gil Grissom."

"Cath, I honestly haven't the slightest clue."

'You can say that again' she thought to herself, her features softening in the slightest. "O.K.," she started, "Do you remember the night everyone went out for Sara's birthday?"

"Things are a little fuzzy, but yes, why?"

"You just have to make things harder don't you?" she sighed exasperatedly. "Tell me what you remember, Gil."

"What? Why?"

"Please, Gil. Just tell me." She pleaded with him.

"I don't know how it will help, but... ummm, alright."

To be continued . . .