AN: a CG fic cuz it just popped into my head
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing
Spoilers: Caged
A Loved Table
"Nick…I love this table," Doc Robbins said to Nick Stokes, who looked as though he thought the good doctor was a bit…touched, for lack of a better term. Catherine Willows raised an eyebrow as she leaned in the entrance way of the layout room. Nick had just left down the hall.
"Like the table?" she asked. Robbins looked up at her.
"It's perfect!" he exclaimed. She laughed and shook her head.
"Would you two like a moment alone together?" she teased. He smiled good-naturedly.
"I wish they could get one of these babies for the coroner's lab. This would give an excellent view of a body," he continued to marvel.
"Well if this one goes missing, at least we know where to look," she said. Robbins muttered something indistinct and inspected the table.
"Damn!" he exclaimed.
"What?" she asked, laughing at his expression.
"It's bolted to the floor!" he said seriously, but Catherine could tell he was joking.
"Keeps it from moving," she shrugged, then she smiled at the coroner, "I'll let you say goodbye."
With that she turned and walked down the hall. Completely disregarding her former destination, she walked the all too familiar walk to Grissom's office. She found him inside, poring over some papers. She quietly entered the room without knocking and sat across from him, smirking the whole time. She watched him write for a few moments before he paused.
"Did you stop by for a visit or do you just like to watch me?" he finally asked, looking up at her.
"You know I like to watch you," she replied, earning herself one of his mischievous little half-smiles that she loved so much.
"Later," he said.
"I look forward to it," she said, still smirking. When the little grin on her face still hadn't dissipated, he leaned forward.
"What?" he asked. She smiled.
"I just figured out that you're not the only one who loves the layout table," she quipped. He quirked an eyebrow.
"And pray tell who the other person is," he said.
"Doc Robbins," she replied.
"Should I be worried?" he asked with a teasing air in his voice that few had ever heard.
"Just that he might come with a tool box and reposition it in the morgue. Just giving you the heads up," she replied, leaning back in her chair, "He says it would give him an excellent view of a body."
"I don't know, I think I tightened those bolts pretty tight," he shrugged.
"Why?" she asked, giving him a perplexed look.
"The table wouldn't stop wobbling after last night," he said simply. She laughed, reminiscing.
Then he looked thoughtful.
"What?" she asked, seeing his expression.
"Well, the good doctor is right about one thing…that table does give an excellent view of a body."
End