**Tile: Variations on a Theme
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Rating: PG
**Spoilers: Recipe For Murder is the big one here!
**Summary: several outcomes for one request. My response to the Dinner Challenge
**Archive: The Graveyard Shift, Sandbox Love, ShipperworldCSI...any others, just drop me an email!
**Author's Notes: why settle for writing one follow-up for an episode when you can write three?? Ok so maybe I should elaborate a little bit, each chapter of this fic is a different "variation" (aka story) of the dinner that happened at the end of Recipe for Murder. Each one starts and ends at the same place, but the actual situations are all unique. Had I had all the time in the world and no others works in progress, there would be about 50 variations. However, I figured that soon enough I'll have a whooping 90 minutes of new CSI to write about, I stick with my three favorites. As always, enjoy!
**Thank-you's: Gabe-you are the Grissom to my Catherine ;) Joe-for always listening to my plot difficulties. The Graveyard Shift Groupies, especially Lauri, Allie, Manda, and Angie-for keeping me motivated with your messages and our awesome chats!! This fic is in honor of both a great ep and the fact the Graveyard Shift is now 100+ members strong. *raises a glass* here's to you guys!
Variation #1
He looked back at the woman standing quietly beside him, "So you up for dinner?"
She smiled gently, lowering her eyes for a moment, then looked up at him, with blue eyes sparkling like diamonds.
"Of course," she replied, winking at him as she began to walk down the hall towards the lab.
As Grissom watched Catherine make her way down the hall, blond hair swinging in rhythm to her stride, he felt a huge grin appear on his face.
Midway down the hall however, Catherine paused, turning to yell down the hallyway, "Only if you're cooking though!"
******************************************* "Did you guys know Grissom can cook?" Greg asked popping his head into the break room.
"News to me," Sara replied sipping her coffee.
"I can cook too, and nobody's throwing me a party," replied a voice from the hallway.
"Was that the new guy?" Nick asked craning to see where the comment had come from.
"I don't like him," Sara quipped. "He's kind of obnoxious."
"Kind of makes you look at me in a whole new light, doesn't it," Greg said posing like a Greek statue.
"Dude, are you wearing the same shirt as Grissom?" Nick asked.
"No way man," Greg replied.
"Hey guys, Catherine said breezing into the break room. She tossed Greg a wink, "Nice shirt kiddo."
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, she continued, "Nicky, the hostess finally cracked...something about toast."
"Toast?" Nick repeated, trying to piece everything together.
"Yeah, you know how it goes, girl loves guy, guy loves other girl, guy is toast," Catherine replied, turning to leave.
"Big plans tonight?" Greg asked with a smirk.
"Now how would you know anything about that," Catherine replied coyly.
"You just told me," Greg replied. As Catherine left the break room, Greg yelled down the hall, "You kids have fun now!"
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"I feel like I should be doing something," Catherine, as she perched a barstool in Grissom's kitchen.
"Nothing for you to do Cath, it's almost ready," Grissom replied adding some seasoning to the stir fried chicken and vegetables he was preparing. He turned to get some wine glasses out of a cabinet.
"I swear Gil if you keep spoiling me like this, I might ending up moving in, and then you'd be stuck with me forever," Catherine exclaimed a few minutes later, as they were eating. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she regretted them. They continued in relative quiet for the rest of the meal, resorting to idle chit-chat.
************************************* "So I'll wash, you dry?" Catherine asked sauntering over to the sink
"Catherine, don't worry about it," Grissom replied stacking some plates on the counter.
"Don't you know I like doing dishes?" Catherine replied bumping Grissom's hip with her own in effort to make him move.
"Since when?" Grissom asked teasingly.
"Since it means spending quality time with you," Catherine replied, flashing him one of her dazzling smiles.
"I'm sure if the new guy could cook this well, you'd say the same thing to him," Grissom said raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well last I heard he can cook this well or so he says," Catherine replied, laughing slightly. "But I don't think I'd do this with the new guy."
In a move that surprised both of them, Catherine wrapped her arms around Grissom's neck and leaned in for what ended up being the most electrifying kiss either of them had ever experienced.
"So how about those dishes?" Catherine whispered after a few moments, her lips still tingling.
"You're not getting away that easily," Grissom replied, pulling her back into his arms.
Catherine sighed happily and snuggled closely into Grissom's embrace.
"Cath," Grissom asked softly, savoring the feeling of her in his arms.
"Hmmm?"
"If you could go anywhere in the world, do anything, where would you go and what would you do?" he asked, absentmindedly running his fingers through her blonde hair.
"I would stay right here with you," Catherine said without a hint of hesitation.
"Same here," Grissom replied, tipping his chin down to kiss her forehead.
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Rating: PG
**Spoilers: Recipe For Murder is the big one here!
**Summary: several outcomes for one request. My response to the Dinner Challenge
**Archive: The Graveyard Shift, Sandbox Love, ShipperworldCSI...any others, just drop me an email!
**Author's Notes: why settle for writing one follow-up for an episode when you can write three?? Ok so maybe I should elaborate a little bit, each chapter of this fic is a different "variation" (aka story) of the dinner that happened at the end of Recipe for Murder. Each one starts and ends at the same place, but the actual situations are all unique. Had I had all the time in the world and no others works in progress, there would be about 50 variations. However, I figured that soon enough I'll have a whooping 90 minutes of new CSI to write about, I stick with my three favorites. As always, enjoy!
**Thank-you's: Gabe-you are the Grissom to my Catherine ;) Joe-for always listening to my plot difficulties. The Graveyard Shift Groupies, especially Lauri, Allie, Manda, and Angie-for keeping me motivated with your messages and our awesome chats!! This fic is in honor of both a great ep and the fact the Graveyard Shift is now 100+ members strong. *raises a glass* here's to you guys!
Variation #1
He looked back at the woman standing quietly beside him, "So you up for dinner?"
She smiled gently, lowering her eyes for a moment, then looked up at him, with blue eyes sparkling like diamonds.
"Of course," she replied, winking at him as she began to walk down the hall towards the lab.
As Grissom watched Catherine make her way down the hall, blond hair swinging in rhythm to her stride, he felt a huge grin appear on his face.
Midway down the hall however, Catherine paused, turning to yell down the hallyway, "Only if you're cooking though!"
******************************************* "Did you guys know Grissom can cook?" Greg asked popping his head into the break room.
"News to me," Sara replied sipping her coffee.
"I can cook too, and nobody's throwing me a party," replied a voice from the hallway.
"Was that the new guy?" Nick asked craning to see where the comment had come from.
"I don't like him," Sara quipped. "He's kind of obnoxious."
"Kind of makes you look at me in a whole new light, doesn't it," Greg said posing like a Greek statue.
"Dude, are you wearing the same shirt as Grissom?" Nick asked.
"No way man," Greg replied.
"Hey guys, Catherine said breezing into the break room. She tossed Greg a wink, "Nice shirt kiddo."
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, she continued, "Nicky, the hostess finally cracked...something about toast."
"Toast?" Nick repeated, trying to piece everything together.
"Yeah, you know how it goes, girl loves guy, guy loves other girl, guy is toast," Catherine replied, turning to leave.
"Big plans tonight?" Greg asked with a smirk.
"Now how would you know anything about that," Catherine replied coyly.
"You just told me," Greg replied. As Catherine left the break room, Greg yelled down the hall, "You kids have fun now!"
*******************************
"I feel like I should be doing something," Catherine, as she perched a barstool in Grissom's kitchen.
"Nothing for you to do Cath, it's almost ready," Grissom replied adding some seasoning to the stir fried chicken and vegetables he was preparing. He turned to get some wine glasses out of a cabinet.
"I swear Gil if you keep spoiling me like this, I might ending up moving in, and then you'd be stuck with me forever," Catherine exclaimed a few minutes later, as they were eating. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she regretted them. They continued in relative quiet for the rest of the meal, resorting to idle chit-chat.
************************************* "So I'll wash, you dry?" Catherine asked sauntering over to the sink
"Catherine, don't worry about it," Grissom replied stacking some plates on the counter.
"Don't you know I like doing dishes?" Catherine replied bumping Grissom's hip with her own in effort to make him move.
"Since when?" Grissom asked teasingly.
"Since it means spending quality time with you," Catherine replied, flashing him one of her dazzling smiles.
"I'm sure if the new guy could cook this well, you'd say the same thing to him," Grissom said raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well last I heard he can cook this well or so he says," Catherine replied, laughing slightly. "But I don't think I'd do this with the new guy."
In a move that surprised both of them, Catherine wrapped her arms around Grissom's neck and leaned in for what ended up being the most electrifying kiss either of them had ever experienced.
"So how about those dishes?" Catherine whispered after a few moments, her lips still tingling.
"You're not getting away that easily," Grissom replied, pulling her back into his arms.
Catherine sighed happily and snuggled closely into Grissom's embrace.
"Cath," Grissom asked softly, savoring the feeling of her in his arms.
"Hmmm?"
"If you could go anywhere in the world, do anything, where would you go and what would you do?" he asked, absentmindedly running his fingers through her blonde hair.
"I would stay right here with you," Catherine said without a hint of hesitation.
"Same here," Grissom replied, tipping his chin down to kiss her forehead.