Disclaimer: I don't own CSI of the song Next Contestant by Nickleback. Enjoy.
I judge by what she's wearing,
Just how many heads I'm tearing,
Off of assholes coming on to her,
Each night seems like it's getting worse,
And I wish she'd take the night off,
So I don't have to fight off,
Every asshole coming on to her,
It happens every night she works,
They'll go and ask the DJ,
Find out just what would she say,
If they all tried coming on to her,
Don't they know it's never going to work,
They think they'll get inside her,
With every drink they buy her
As they all try coming on to her,
This time somebody's getting hurt.
Grissom was watching Catherine dance as he drank his coke on a stool next to the bar. He had been sitting there every night for the past week. Everyday, he saw some drunken guy trying to bite her. It was always the same man. Although they had only met once, he had a feeling that he had to protect her. He fighted the urge to go pull that guy, Eddie he think his name was, off of Catherine.
Why does she do that job? She's smart enough to work as a CSI at the LVPD!
Here comes the next contestant.
Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you'd do it again,
I'll watch you leave here limping,
I wish you'd do it again,
I'll watch you leave here limping,
There goes the next contestant.
When Grissom saw a man trying to kiss Catherine, he marched right up to him and smacked him.
Whoops. Bad idea.
The guy turned around.
" Please get your hands off my girlfriend"
The man scoffed.
Grissom ducked as a flying fist came right at his face. He dodged it successfully, but he got up too soon. A pain erupted in his mouth.
"Gil!" Catherine gasped"Are you okay? Come on, get up"
She hopped off the stage, helped him on his feet and steered him to a nearby table.
I even fear the ladies,
They're cool but twice as crazy,
Just as bad for coming on to her,
Don't they know it's never going to work,
Each time she bats an eyelash,
Somebody's grabbing her ass,
Everyone keeps coming on to her,
"Are you okay?"
"Why are you asking me? You're the one that got hurt."
Catherine summoned a waitress. The waitress glared at her.
"What?" She snapped
"Can you get my friend here a bunch of napkins?" Catherine asked coolly. She turned to Grissom "I've seen you here everyday. Why do you keep coming here? And why did you call me your 'Girlfriend'?"
Cause I love you? Cause I want to marry you?
"Um…. I'm bored? And you're a girl that's my friend?" He answered hopefully. Catherine stared at him.
A few minutes of silence passed through them. The waitress came back with the napkins, providing both with a distraction.
"I've decided to go study medicinal science at the WLVU. Detective…um… Tadero got me interested. I'm saving up my money to pay for the courses." Catherine abruptly said.
"Really? That's what I do. If you want a job, come find me." He stood and thanked her. With that he disappeared from the club leaving a speechless Catherine Flynn alone.
Okay, that wasn't great. So sue me. This is my first fic, so I'm not really great. Also, Sorry for any grammar mistakes in here, I think their are none but you never know, this isn't my first language. Please review. I would enjoy any kind of review except for Flaming. Thanks!