This is my first attempt at a fan fic, so be kind, but please be honest! I have a TON of stories in my head, just have never attempted to put them on paper. So be patient!
I own the character of Katherin Bend, and her only! You'll see her in several different stories, in the CSI, Miami, and Without a Trace sites! Anyone else CBS owns!
"May I help you?" said the receptionist to the young lady pacing in front of her desk.
"Yes, I'm here to see Gil Grissom. Is he anywhere around?" said the blonde haired woman, who looked like she could burst at any second.
"I'm sorry, he's in the field. I can leave him a message for you-"
"No, it's really important, please I really need to see him" the young lady interrupted her.
Nick Stokes walked up behind Greg Sanders while he was concentrating on the woman at the front desk.
"Dang" Greg said, under his breath.
"Whatcha looking at Greggers?" asked Nick.
"Check out the fine woman at the front desk" whispered Greg. "She's asking for Grissom, just my luck. Uh oh, she's looking this way. How do I look?" he asked the older CSI.
Nick just laughed "Greg, you look fine. You'd better watch out though, cause she's on her way towards us!"
Greg spun around just as the 5'8 blonde haired, woman came walking up to them both. She had sunglasses on, which struck both of them as odd, since they were inside, but neither mentioned anything about it.
"Hi" the woman said to both of them "My name is Katherin, and I'm looking for Mr. Grissom. Could either of you tell me where he is? The woman at the front desk wasn't helping me at all."
The guys grinned "sure!" said Greg, a little too excitedly. "My name is Greg Sanders, and this is Nick Stokes, nice to meet you Katherin. I think Gris is in his office, would you like me to show you the way?" He secretly hoped Katherin would accept his offer.
"Thanks, if you could just point me in the correct direction that would be great, I don't want to bother you at all. Oh, and please, call me Kat. All my friends do." She said to both of them, smiling.
Greg was a little disappointed that she didn't want his help, but he pointed her in the correct direction. "Down the hall, very last room on the end. He should be there."
Nick chimed in "If he's not, just come back this way and we'll find him for you."
Katherin smiled again. Both CSI's noticed she looked very nice when she smiled.
"Thank you both very much, I really appreciate your help. It was very nice meeting both of you" she told them as she walked off.
Both men watched her go. Greg sighed. "Damn, why can't I find a woman like that who is looking for me? Who needs MY help?" His friend just laughed. "You'll find her some day Greggo."
Katherin wandered down the hall and found Grissom's office. She recognized the older gentleman immediately. She leaned against the door jam and grinned. Grissom didn't look up from the paper he was reading, until he heard "Well, how many years has it been and you still look the exact same as I remember. You're the only man I know who doesn't age!" Grissom recognized the voice right away and smiled, his eyes sparkled. "Can it really be?" He looked up, and his smile got even wider. "My God Katie, is it really you?" Katherin beamed. "You remember!" Grissom got up from his desk and came to the door, stood in front of the woman and said "How could I forget?" Katherin looked up into his eyes and behind the sunglasses a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm so happy to see you Gil, I can't believe it's been so long" she said to him as she wrapped her arms around his waist and he gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
At the exact same moment, the team walked around the corner on their way to the break room for their daily meeting and handout of assignments.
Sara saw the two of them embracing, and anger lit up in her eyes. "Who is that and why is she hugging Grissom?" she said with venom.
"Dang Sara, chill" said Nick "her name is Katherin. That's all we know."
The group hung back waiting to see if Grissom would acknowledge them or even notice them standing there.
Katherin and Grissom were still in their embrace when Sara decided she had enough. "Grissom" she called out with anger in her voice "it's time to hand out the assignments."
"Sara!" whispered Greg, Nick and Warrick all together. "Leave him alone!"
Grissom suddenly realized that his team was watching him and this woman very intently, and he saw the disgust in Sara's eyes, that she had no intention of trying to hide. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is a dear friend of mine. Katherin Bend, this is my team. Sara Sidle, Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, and Catherine Willows" he pointed each of them out. Katherin smiled at the two she recognized and nodded to the others. "Nice to meet you all. I didn't mean to keep him away from you, but I really do need to discuss something with him before I let him run off."
"Of course, we'll be waiting in the break room whenever you get done" said Catherine, as she tried to usher the rest of the team towards the break room. "Lets give them some privacy shall we?" she asked, looking directly at Sara as she said it.
"Fine" spit out Sara, who then huffed off in the opposite direction.
The group rolled their eyes at each other and followed her, as Greg looked back and Grissom and Katherin, he saw something between them, like their past was more than just good friends. He thought to himself "there is a story here…I can't wait to find out what happened!"
Katherin and Grissom watched the group walk away, then she turned and sat down in the chair, across from his desk. Grissom shut the door and sat down in the chair next to her. "Why are you here Katie? What's going on?" "Not happy to see me?" she said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "You know better than that, I'm so glad you're here" he said to her, "but something's wrong, I can tell. Why don't you tell me what's going on." She turned away from him knowing she would start crying if she looked at him. " Katie, please you're scaring me, what is wrong?" Grissom asked again. She took her sunglasses off, and turned towards Grissom, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Grissom saw the black eye, and his face twisted in anger. "Who the hell did this to you?"