Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
Author's Note: Converisational C/S. Don't read if it's not your thing. :)
"Sara, let's watch 'The Notebook'!"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because every time we do, you cry, and you snuggle up next to me and you cry some more. Crying shouldn't be associated with a movie."
"But Sa-ara!"
"Catherine, no!"
"Please?"
"No. That's my final answer."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Now if you don't mind, I'd like to finish reading this book."
"Whatcha reading?"
"'How to make your girlfriend stop talking for five seconds.'"
"I haven't read that one."
"Catherine…"
"Please, Sara? Watch the movie with me?"
"I don't see what's in it for me."
"I have something in mind."
"Catherine, no, don't put your hand up my shirt…"
"Too late."
"Don't take my shirt off." Pause. "What did I just tell you!"
"Not to take your shirt off."
"And what did you just do?"
"I took your shirt off."
"You really—mwah—don't listen."
"I realize that."
"Give me back my pants!"
"I can't. You're too sexy for them."
"Funny. Now give me back my damn pants."
"Why if I don't?"
"Then… I'll have to get revenge."
"Catherine, give me back my clothes!"
"Ironic, isn't it?"
"Cath! I'm serious!"
"Ooh…"
"Hmm… okay, I see where this is going."
"So do I."
"Still want your clothes back?"
"Nope."
"Me either."
"I thought you wanted to watch that movie."
"Oh… God, Sara…… No, it just makes me cry. Besides, this is better than any movie ever made."