I Owe You One, You Owe Me Ten
When Catherine asked him for ten bucks to test her theory on the Maddox case, he readily gave it to her without a second thought. But when he wanted to buy himself a quick dinner, he had no pocket change. On top of that, Catherine could not be found.
Warrick never considered himself the conditional type of person. Especially when it came to Catherine. This time, he wanted his ten dollars back more in jest than anything else. Besides, he didn't expect a problem since they both owed each other something or another.
"Hey Nick," Warrick greeted his friend in the break room. "Have you seen Catherine?"
Nick grinned.
"What, you two late for a hot date?" He joked.
Warrick furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"What? No, she owes me ten dollars," Warrick explained.
"Sure," Nick said.
Warrick shook his head.
"Man, you didn't help me at all."
Warrick left the break room and went to the locker room. As luck would have it, she began to walk out as he walked in.
"Hey," she said with a smile.
"Hey," he said. "You know Cath, you owe me ten bucks."
"Oh," she said with her trademark flirty smile. "And I thought you gave it to me out of the goodness of your heart."
"At first," he chuckled. "But I haven't eaten and I just gave you all of my pocket change."
"Aw, poor baby," she mocked. "You owe me too you know."
"For what girl?" Warrick asked.
She shrugged. "For gratitude's sake."
She nudged him playfully as she walked out.
"If you hurry I'll buy us dinner," she said. "And we'll get even."
Warrick smiled and shook his head at her.
With her, it became rather easy for him to forget a difficult case such as the Kirkwood's. He noticed that it had gotten to Sara deeply, and according to Grissom, she cried all the way back to the lab after he processed the scene in front of the poor girl's home.
Warrick had gotten particularly upset as well, but not as much as Sara had. He felt bad for her.
He forgot his next thought again when he met Catherine at a burger stand down the street. She looked very sexy in her outfit and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
"I think Nick knows about us," he said.
"Yeah well," Catherine said. "Let them know. I don't care anymore. Besides, the gossip they say about us is pretty hot."
Warrick laughed.
"Hey lovebirds," a deep, raspy voice said gruffly from the window. "You going to order or not?"
Catherine ordered their dinners then she smiled as the total came to ten dollars even.
"There, that's your ten bucks," she giggled.
"Thank you," he said.
They sat down and began to eat.
"You still owe me Mr. Brown," Catherine said as she took a bite out of her hamburger. "You better think-"
He interrupted her with a kiss.
The owner in the window rolled his eyes at the couple. He didn't want his stand to become a make out scene.
"Hey, break it up, you're killing me!" He shouted when the couple's kiss got a little longer and deeper.
They broke apart and Catherine laughed.
"I think that should have evened the score," Warrick said.
Catherine kept giggling and Warrick looked at her.
"What?" He asked, chuckling with her.
"I got some of your tomato!"