A/N: 'aninom' I'm not too sure if What If is finished or not, I might add an epilogue and leave it there. Anyway, I am currently watching 'The Grammys 2010' :D, yes your American awards show ;) Beyoncé was amazing!! Oh by the way, this one is slightly different.
Catherine paused outside her boss' office, hand poised against the wood ready to knock. It was the gentle but distinctive voice of Gil Grissom and if she wasn't mistaken, he was singing 'Hot Legs' by Rod Stewart. She gingerly pushed the door open, just enough for her to be able to see in but not be seen by its occupant and watched the show.
Who's that knockin' on ma door,
It's gotta be a quarter to four.
Is it you again,
Comin' round for more.
Well you can love me tonight if you want,
But in the mornin' make sure you're gone.
Catherine silently questioned if his choice was relevant to a certain long-legged brunette they worked with. When her mind fully returned to its current location, she had to stifle the giggle as her long-time friend started jigging about slightly.
I'm talkin' to ya,
Hot legs wearin' me out.
Hot legs you can scream and shout,
Hot legs are you still in school.
I love ya honeyyy.
The approaching sound of footsteps alerted Catherine of Warrick's presence and without turning from the spectacle that was Gil Grissom singing, she greeted him with a nod of the head.
Got the most persuasive tongue,
Ya promise all kinds of fun.
But what you don't understand,
Ima workin' maaan.
You gon' need a shot of vitamin E,
By the time you're finished with me.
Neither Catherine nor Warrick noticed Greg and Nick approach and join them, but there was something slightly off about the relevance between Sara Sidle and the song and the fact that their said co-worker was missing.
I'm talkin' to ya,
Hot legs you're an alley cat.
Hot legs you can scratch ma back,
Hot legs bring your mother too.
I love ya honeeyy.
When there should have been a guitar rift, Grissom continued his rather disturbing jig and all but bounded to the far end of the office.
Imagine how ma daddy felt,
With ya jet black suspender belt.
Seventeen years old,
He's turnin' sixty-four.
You've got legs right up to your neck,
You're makin' me a physical wreck.
I'm talkin' to ya.
Hot legs in your satin shoes,
Hot legs are ya still in school.
Hot legs you're makin' me a fool,
I love ya honeeyyy.
Hot legs makin' your mark,
Hot legs you keep ma pencil sharp.
Hot legs keep your hands to yourself,
I love ya honeyyy.
When he stopped his movements, and laughed raucously, which sounded slightly off as the team could've sworn there was a slightly soprano hint to it. When Sara stepped out of the shadowy corner of the room, the others chorused a gasp which went unnoticed somehow. She was smiling widely as she threw her arms around him and placed one on his lips.
The team slowly filtered out of the room with Greg muttering, "About time."
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