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Title: Black Eyes and Sore Members
Author: Roxanne Kowalchuk and Kelly Port
Feedback: roxette@mts.net or donas13@aol.com
Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: Play With Fire
Summary: The team find themselves in an unexpected adventure.
Notes: This story has been written as a joint effort.
Archived: Sure.
Feedback is always welcomed.
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"Nice black eye, Nicky," Catherine said as she started to reach out and touch the side of his face. She wasn't really going to touch his cheek directly, because she knew it was sore but she just needed to reach out and touch him. Something in her didn't really believe Nick had an innocent shiny black eye.
Catching a hold of her hand, Nick spoke. "Do ya mind, Catherine? It's real okay?"
Of course it was real. She had been there when the suspect had reached out and decked Nick. He hadn't been prepared. Neither had she for that matter.
"Yours is worse than mine," Nick just had to brag.
Oh ya, she had one too. "But I can hide mine with make-up," Catherine pointed out.
Sticking his tongue out, Nick spoke. "Oh, goody for you. It's more manly to sport a black eye any way."
Sticking a fist up, Catherine warned. "If you don't stop it, you'll have two."
Nick snickered just as Brass joined them. "Brass."
"Nick, Catherine," Brass greeted as he looked the two CSI's over. "You know I do have to inform Grissom about this." "Oh come on Brass," Catherine started. "Nicky here will wash your car for a week." Whipping his head around, Nick stared at Catherine. "I will not!" "Do it, or Brass tells Grissom." "I tell Grissom, whether or not Nick washes my car," Brass interrupted. "We're doomed," Nick said as he remained looking at Catherine. "Very doomed," Catherine agreed.
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"WHAT?!"
"Calm down Grissom," Brass tried. He had just explained that two of his level three CSI's were now both sporting two very lovely black eyes.
"Catherine and Nick?"
"Yes."
"Attacked by a suspect."
"Yes." Was all Brass had managed to say. "They didn't defend themselves?"
"Kind of slow," Brass admitted.
"Great, just great," Grissom commented as he literally put his head on his desk. This was not his week. First Warrick got attacked and now Nick and Catherine. What else could go wrong?
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Grissom was about to find out just exactly could go wrong when a few hours later as the end of shift dawned near the new Sheriff walked into his office.
"Oh shit," Grissom mumbled as he looked up to see who had entered his office.
"Well, good morning to you as well," Sheriff Atwater replied.
"Uh, sorry, it's been a long night" Grissom replied, sheepishly.
"So I hear. I have also heard and just a few minutes prior to coming to see you, I saw just how long the night has been."
"Oh." Was all Grissom managed to get out before the Sheriff continued.
"With what I have seen here, I have some concerns with your team's ability to be able to protect themselves. Now before you say anything, I have seen all of your evals, you are all outstanding CSI's, which is why we are the number two lab in the country. However, it seems that the last Sheriff was a little slack in his concern for the well being of your staff. That is why I am ordering all of you to be enrolled in a self-defense class and seminar that starts this weekend. I will send you a memo by Thursday, so that you will be able to prepare your team for their weekend adventure."
And with that the Sheriff nodded at Grissom and was gone.
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"You have got to be kidding," Nick cried out.
"Ah man, no way," Warrick groaned.
"And what do you think that you're laughing Catherine?" Grissom asked.
"You guys have fun, I'll see you all on Monday night," Catherine replied.
"This is not an option Catherine, we all have to go and pass or none of us will be working Monday night. That is a direct order from the Sheriff," Grissom explained
"Well, I can't," she replied.
"What makes you so special, Cath?" Warrick asked.
"Ahem, that would be Lindsay," Catherine stated.
"Catherine, Lindsay will have a paid nanny to take care her, courtesy of the LVPD and our new Sheriff," Grissom informed her.
"Oh!" Was all Catherine managed to get out as the rest of the team burst into laughter.
"Almost Catherine," Sara squeaked out.
Once everyone had finally calmed down enough Grissom handed out all the information that needed to be handed out and said that he would see everyone in the morning for the pickup to their adventure weekend.
Later that night as Grissom sat at home trying to pack for his weekend, all he could do was grumble about his unfortunate luck and that things could not possible get any worse, or could they.
The sun was bright and warm as the team waited around the front of the crime lab for their ride; to be honest the mood in comparison to the day was completely opposite. No one was in the mood to be doing this and it all showed in their disgruntled demeanor.
"Come on guys, its not so bad. We are getting paid and we have almost a weekend to ourselves, it could be fun," Grissom said, not really sure that he believed what he had said himself.
The van arrived and they all got in. Warrick and Nick claimed the backseat, while Sara got the left middle seat and Catherine the right middle seat, which left Grissom with the passenger seat.
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Title: Black Eyes and Sore Members
Author: Roxanne Kowalchuk and Kelly Port
Feedback: roxette@mts.net or donas13@aol.com
Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: Play With Fire
Summary: The team find themselves in an unexpected adventure.
Notes: This story has been written as a joint effort.
Archived: Sure.
Feedback is always welcomed.
*********
"Nice black eye, Nicky," Catherine said as she started to reach out and touch the side of his face. She wasn't really going to touch his cheek directly, because she knew it was sore but she just needed to reach out and touch him. Something in her didn't really believe Nick had an innocent shiny black eye.
Catching a hold of her hand, Nick spoke. "Do ya mind, Catherine? It's real okay?"
Of course it was real. She had been there when the suspect had reached out and decked Nick. He hadn't been prepared. Neither had she for that matter.
"Yours is worse than mine," Nick just had to brag.
Oh ya, she had one too. "But I can hide mine with make-up," Catherine pointed out.
Sticking his tongue out, Nick spoke. "Oh, goody for you. It's more manly to sport a black eye any way."
Sticking a fist up, Catherine warned. "If you don't stop it, you'll have two."
Nick snickered just as Brass joined them. "Brass."
"Nick, Catherine," Brass greeted as he looked the two CSI's over. "You know I do have to inform Grissom about this." "Oh come on Brass," Catherine started. "Nicky here will wash your car for a week." Whipping his head around, Nick stared at Catherine. "I will not!" "Do it, or Brass tells Grissom." "I tell Grissom, whether or not Nick washes my car," Brass interrupted. "We're doomed," Nick said as he remained looking at Catherine. "Very doomed," Catherine agreed.
******
"WHAT?!"
"Calm down Grissom," Brass tried. He had just explained that two of his level three CSI's were now both sporting two very lovely black eyes.
"Catherine and Nick?"
"Yes."
"Attacked by a suspect."
"Yes." Was all Brass had managed to say. "They didn't defend themselves?"
"Kind of slow," Brass admitted.
"Great, just great," Grissom commented as he literally put his head on his desk. This was not his week. First Warrick got attacked and now Nick and Catherine. What else could go wrong?
******
Grissom was about to find out just exactly could go wrong when a few hours later as the end of shift dawned near the new Sheriff walked into his office.
"Oh shit," Grissom mumbled as he looked up to see who had entered his office.
"Well, good morning to you as well," Sheriff Atwater replied.
"Uh, sorry, it's been a long night" Grissom replied, sheepishly.
"So I hear. I have also heard and just a few minutes prior to coming to see you, I saw just how long the night has been."
"Oh." Was all Grissom managed to get out before the Sheriff continued.
"With what I have seen here, I have some concerns with your team's ability to be able to protect themselves. Now before you say anything, I have seen all of your evals, you are all outstanding CSI's, which is why we are the number two lab in the country. However, it seems that the last Sheriff was a little slack in his concern for the well being of your staff. That is why I am ordering all of you to be enrolled in a self-defense class and seminar that starts this weekend. I will send you a memo by Thursday, so that you will be able to prepare your team for their weekend adventure."
And with that the Sheriff nodded at Grissom and was gone.
******
"You have got to be kidding," Nick cried out.
"Ah man, no way," Warrick groaned.
"And what do you think that you're laughing Catherine?" Grissom asked.
"You guys have fun, I'll see you all on Monday night," Catherine replied.
"This is not an option Catherine, we all have to go and pass or none of us will be working Monday night. That is a direct order from the Sheriff," Grissom explained
"Well, I can't," she replied.
"What makes you so special, Cath?" Warrick asked.
"Ahem, that would be Lindsay," Catherine stated.
"Catherine, Lindsay will have a paid nanny to take care her, courtesy of the LVPD and our new Sheriff," Grissom informed her.
"Oh!" Was all Catherine managed to get out as the rest of the team burst into laughter.
"Almost Catherine," Sara squeaked out.
Once everyone had finally calmed down enough Grissom handed out all the information that needed to be handed out and said that he would see everyone in the morning for the pickup to their adventure weekend.
Later that night as Grissom sat at home trying to pack for his weekend, all he could do was grumble about his unfortunate luck and that things could not possible get any worse, or could they.
The sun was bright and warm as the team waited around the front of the crime lab for their ride; to be honest the mood in comparison to the day was completely opposite. No one was in the mood to be doing this and it all showed in their disgruntled demeanor.
"Come on guys, its not so bad. We are getting paid and we have almost a weekend to ourselves, it could be fun," Grissom said, not really sure that he believed what he had said himself.
The van arrived and they all got in. Warrick and Nick claimed the backseat, while Sara got the left middle seat and Catherine the right middle seat, which left Grissom with the passenger seat.
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