*Title: Anger Management
*Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
*Reviews: yes please!
*Rating: I'll say PG-13 for language in later chapters
*Spoilers: none really so long as you understand the basics of why Catherine and Eddie are no longer together
*Author's Notes: alrighty so I'm relatively new to the CSi fanfiction scene. I've been watching since the beginning, but only this year have I felt comfortable enough with the characters to do anything with. However, I've been writing other fanfiction (mainly X-Files) for quite a while now.
*Thank you's: Joe, for giving me a great title for this piece. You are THE MAN! Gabe, for being just wonderful in every way, and for always listening to my new plot ideas no matter how late it is. Dad, for always taping CSI when I have to work late on Thursday nights. To Joe, Gabe, Maggie, my mom and dad, Mona, Anne, and any others I may have missed: thank you for repeatedly listening to my dissertations about how Grissom and Catherine have to be together.
**Additional Note for all you Grissom and Cath fans: I am a co-moderator of a yahoo group for X-Files fanfiction called the MSR Philes. I would like to start one for Gris and Cath fanfiction so please email me if you'd be interested in joining!!
"So what's it going to be Sarah?" Nick asked as the Tahoe zipped down the Las Vegas highway towards CSI Headquarters. "Bar, comedy club, Chucky Cheese?"
"How about a male stripper," Sarah joked from the backseat where she was sandwiched between Nick and Warrick Brown.
From the front passenger seat, Catherine Willows opened her eyes only long enough to mutter, "I could arrange that."
Had she kept her eyes open only a few more seconds, Catherine would not have missed the rare, sweet smile of Gil Grissom who was driving the Tahoe.
"Hey Cath, you know my birthday's coming up next month and I would love it if you could call up some of your old friends," Nick said like a kid who was writing a letter to Santa.
"No," both Grissom and Catherine said in unison cutting Nick off before he could continue with his wish list.
When the team finally arrived back at CSI Headquarters, Nick, Sarah, and Warrick took to unpacking the gear from the Tahoe while Grissom and Catherine went to report in with Captain Jim Brass.
Walking down the hall side by side to the break room, Grissom mused more to himself than Catherine, "I wonder if Sarah ever decided what she wanted to do for her birthday?"
"She seemed pretty keen on the comedy club idea," Catherine shrugged as they entered the break room. "Those can be pretty fun on occasions."
Grissom merely nodded.
"Wait a second, this isn't your oh-so-articulate way of telling me that you aren't going, is it?" Catherine said pouring two cups of coffee.
"I do have other things to do on my day off," Grissom began and Catherine knew she was about to find out what they were.
"Let me take a wild guess Gris: reorganizing your insect collection, taking in some Masterpiece Theater, checking out what all the rage in the Bach Society is," she finished for him.
"Now come on Cath, you know that Masterpiece Theater isn't on until Sunday nights," Grissom began with a smirk. "Because every Sunday you come in fuming if the story is 'to be continued.' Anyways, aren't you going to be spending some time with Lindsey this weekend."
"She's on a camping trip with her Girl Scout troop," Catherine sighed as she passed Grissom a cup of coffee.
Grissom merely nodded again as Catherine sipped her cup of coffee.
"You never answered my question Gris," Catherine said smiling sweetly.
"You never asked me anything Cath," Gris replied imitating her smile. It was a rare occasion that he could catch Catherine off guard in a battle of wits, and it seemed that today was his lucky day.
Before Catherine could reply, Nick stuck his head into the break room. "We'll all be heading out if there's nothing else left."
"By all means,' Grissom replied to the younger man.
Nick started to head out the door, then turned around asking, "Are you guys in or out for tomorrow night?"
"In," Catherine said immediately.
"I'll think about it," Grissom said after a moment.
"He's in," mouthed Catherine winking at Nick, then turning back to Grissom with an innocent look.
*Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
*Reviews: yes please!
*Rating: I'll say PG-13 for language in later chapters
*Spoilers: none really so long as you understand the basics of why Catherine and Eddie are no longer together
*Author's Notes: alrighty so I'm relatively new to the CSi fanfiction scene. I've been watching since the beginning, but only this year have I felt comfortable enough with the characters to do anything with. However, I've been writing other fanfiction (mainly X-Files) for quite a while now.
*Thank you's: Joe, for giving me a great title for this piece. You are THE MAN! Gabe, for being just wonderful in every way, and for always listening to my new plot ideas no matter how late it is. Dad, for always taping CSI when I have to work late on Thursday nights. To Joe, Gabe, Maggie, my mom and dad, Mona, Anne, and any others I may have missed: thank you for repeatedly listening to my dissertations about how Grissom and Catherine have to be together.
**Additional Note for all you Grissom and Cath fans: I am a co-moderator of a yahoo group for X-Files fanfiction called the MSR Philes. I would like to start one for Gris and Cath fanfiction so please email me if you'd be interested in joining!!
"So what's it going to be Sarah?" Nick asked as the Tahoe zipped down the Las Vegas highway towards CSI Headquarters. "Bar, comedy club, Chucky Cheese?"
"How about a male stripper," Sarah joked from the backseat where she was sandwiched between Nick and Warrick Brown.
From the front passenger seat, Catherine Willows opened her eyes only long enough to mutter, "I could arrange that."
Had she kept her eyes open only a few more seconds, Catherine would not have missed the rare, sweet smile of Gil Grissom who was driving the Tahoe.
"Hey Cath, you know my birthday's coming up next month and I would love it if you could call up some of your old friends," Nick said like a kid who was writing a letter to Santa.
"No," both Grissom and Catherine said in unison cutting Nick off before he could continue with his wish list.
When the team finally arrived back at CSI Headquarters, Nick, Sarah, and Warrick took to unpacking the gear from the Tahoe while Grissom and Catherine went to report in with Captain Jim Brass.
Walking down the hall side by side to the break room, Grissom mused more to himself than Catherine, "I wonder if Sarah ever decided what she wanted to do for her birthday?"
"She seemed pretty keen on the comedy club idea," Catherine shrugged as they entered the break room. "Those can be pretty fun on occasions."
Grissom merely nodded.
"Wait a second, this isn't your oh-so-articulate way of telling me that you aren't going, is it?" Catherine said pouring two cups of coffee.
"I do have other things to do on my day off," Grissom began and Catherine knew she was about to find out what they were.
"Let me take a wild guess Gris: reorganizing your insect collection, taking in some Masterpiece Theater, checking out what all the rage in the Bach Society is," she finished for him.
"Now come on Cath, you know that Masterpiece Theater isn't on until Sunday nights," Grissom began with a smirk. "Because every Sunday you come in fuming if the story is 'to be continued.' Anyways, aren't you going to be spending some time with Lindsey this weekend."
"She's on a camping trip with her Girl Scout troop," Catherine sighed as she passed Grissom a cup of coffee.
Grissom merely nodded again as Catherine sipped her cup of coffee.
"You never answered my question Gris," Catherine said smiling sweetly.
"You never asked me anything Cath," Gris replied imitating her smile. It was a rare occasion that he could catch Catherine off guard in a battle of wits, and it seemed that today was his lucky day.
Before Catherine could reply, Nick stuck his head into the break room. "We'll all be heading out if there's nothing else left."
"By all means,' Grissom replied to the younger man.
Nick started to head out the door, then turned around asking, "Are you guys in or out for tomorrow night?"
"In," Catherine said immediately.
"I'll think about it," Grissom said after a moment.
"He's in," mouthed Catherine winking at Nick, then turning back to Grissom with an innocent look.