Title: Cat Sitting

Author: egyptianmyth

Summary: Grissom is asked to watch Cathrine's cat while she's away. I realize it's been done before, but I thought I'd give it a shot none the less. GC friendship, eventual GS. Feedback and any suggestions (not just on the story, but on a better title, as well)greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I, being a meer college student do not own any of the characters in relation to CSI. The cat however, is all mine.

Grissom sat at his desk, lounging back in his overtly expensive and overtly large chair, working through a pile of accumulated paperwork. His glasses were on, and he wore an expression that either meant he was entirely fixated, or completely dismissive towards whatever it was he was reading. He fiddled with the clicker on his pen, his horrid lack of rhythm quickly canceled out by Cathrine's quick knock on his door frame.

"Hey, Gris." She said quickly, and he in turn looked up to find Cathrine twirling her key chain, and pulling her hair out her coat collar--all the obvious indications that she was ready to put a close to her day. He simply looked at her, pursing his lips slightly. After a moment, she realized that was the only indication of his attention that she was going to get.

"I need to ask you a favor." She said with an exasperated sigh, obviously not chipper.

"And that would be?" He asked, twirling his chair away from the pile.

"I need you to watch my cat."

He cocked an eyebrow. "When did you get a cat?" he asked, clearly perplexed.

"Eddie." She replied simply, as if it was the answer to all of life's questions. She continued anyway: "Lindsay wanted one, and I said no, so naturally, Eddie said yes."

Grissom opened his mouth to say something intelligent and yet vaguely sympathetic about divorce or children, or heck, even cats, but Cathrine, who was not expecting a response, had gone immediately went back to shifting through the contents of her purse, and went on. "I have to attend that conference in Ohio for two weeks, and I've already sent Linds up to my mother's. But," She said, looking back up again "she's allergic." She gave an oh well shrug of her own.

"Shouldn't you be asking someone else to be doing this?" Grissom asked, vaguely begging.

Cathrine looked at him, almost sternly. "How did I know you were going to say that?"

Grissom maintained his an equally pleading expression.

"Let's see..." she said, as she buttoned her coat "Warrick told me he would never have a cat in his house after what happened with that case, Nick can hardly make himself mac and cheese, let alone take care of another living thing, and Sara and I are not exactly on the best terms. That, and she's already called it a night, just like I was supposed to do...oh, 20 minutes ago."

Grissom massaged the bridge of his nose and gave a slight smile.

Cathrine smiled in turn, "And you know, if I were in this position, I would be glad to watch your bugs." Adding mock disgust to the last syllable.

A small laugh emerged out of his growing smile. "Fine."

"Great," said Cathrine, holding up her keychain. Then, very strait fowardly "Just make sure she gets a full bowl after shift, so she's good all day. Food's in a bag under the sink, and remember to scoop." She pulled the spare of the keychain, and handed it to Grissom, who took it, if not begrudgingly.

"And when can I be expecting your return?" He asked, and after a beat "for the sake of the cat, of course?"

Cathrine smirked, and replied as she was walking out the door "See you in two weeks, Gil."