Title: Simon Says Go Back To Vegas
Author: Cathryn
Reviews: Yes please!!! The last lot were so encouraging! - Thank you!
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: These characters etc. do not belong to me but thank you to those who are letting me use them =:o)
Author's Notes: Just a quick thank you to the Queen of Jell-O for helping me decipher its true definition.
Chapter 1 - Scantily Clad
May 4th - 6am
Grissom's Office
Gil Grissom was staring intently at his computer going through the cartridge casing database for his most recent case. He had his elbow propped up on his desk with his hand supporting his head. He could feel his eyes drooping, although he was not trying very hard to fight his wave of tiredness. Unknowing to how long he dozed off for, Grissom abruptly felt a cool breeze, with a carefully balanced fragrance resting upon it, encircle his form and draw him from his sleep. He lifted his head from his hand and took off his glasses, rubbing the area where the pressure of his palm had caused a red mark and a slight impression on his temple.
"Tired?" Came the soft voice rolling towards him from the door. He heard footsteps follow and draw near to him. He looked up.
"I'm wide awake, Catherine. Can't you tell?" He responded throwing an amused glance at her.
"Listen, I came to ask a favour before you go home. I-" She was interrupted.
"Who said I'm going home?"
She did not need to pause for thought for her response,
"I did."
She continued before allowing him to make a come back, "Just hear me out ok?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I don't want you to go. We need-"
Here Grissom felt as though he had to get a word in. He knew where this conversation was going.
"I've been invited, Catherine."
Grissom watched his colleague pace around his office sighing on occasion and shaking her head sending her blonde streaks bouncing from side to side as she did so.
"We need you here, Grissom. I can't let you go. You won't like it, Gil. You're not what I'd call a people person."
Catherine was deadly serious at what she was saying. She had become very still and was staring at him intently, almost persuasively, as she spoke the words of the latter part of her statement.
"It's just a reunion, Catherine. What's the problem?"
Catherine was finding this increasingly difficult to put into words. She was popular in high school; she had a lot of friends and a lot of power. Grissom... well... was Grissom. Warrick had told her Grissom had once described himself as 'a ghost'. She couldn't understand why he would want to go in the first place. What if nobody knows who he is? Who would he talk to?
"You're needed here, Grissom. And from what I gather, you won't be missed at the reunion."
She regretted the words as soon as they escaped her lips. It was like all this talk of high school had forced her back into her old shoes; her 'bitch shoes'. She sensed Grissom's immediate hurt and hostility caused by her comment.
"Who's boss here, Catherine?" He asked a little louder than he intended.
"Come on, Gil. This isn't about one of your cases. You can't use that line."
She smirked at his attempt to use his career superiority over her to get what he wants, even in this situation.
"This is not for you to decide. I-"
His argument was cut short.
"Fine. I'm going with you."
Content with her intended outcome she threw the report for her own case from the shift that night on Grissom's desk and walked out leaving the stunned CSI in his chair unable to give her an answer. He couldn't physically argue with her when she wasn't in the room; although strictly speaking he could get up and follow her, he just found himself not wanting too - maybe some part of him needed her on this one.
May 7th - 8:30pm
Grissom's SUV
Catherine was sitting in the passenger's seat of Grissom's SUV feeling the gentle vibrations on the road beneath the car, soothing her into some kind of deep thought, close to dreams of sleep, only it was not quite sleep. She was fully aware of what was going on around her; fully aware of the glances Grissom was throwing at her from the driver's side. She felt herself smile.
"What is it, Grissom?" Catherine asked him, her eyes remained closed, but she had heard his intakes of breath several times, just before he was going to ask his question, though he'd always decide against it.
He smiled at the road ahead of him, after glancing at her sedate form beside him, thankful her eyes weren't boring into his - she wasn't watching his reply.
"Why are you here, Catherine?"
At his response, she slowly opened her eyes and twisted her body so that it was almost facing him.
"Oh, you didn't invite me?" She asked him mockingly, the left side of her mouth tugged up to form a quizzical smile.
Grissom just carried on driving, letting her sarcastic response glide over him - he was serious. She sensed his sobriety. Forming a looked of concern on her face, she continued,
"I thought you could use some company. I mean lets face it, the journey's a bitch to travel alone and you're going to get bored a quarter of the way into the night anyway. To be surrounded by that many familiar faces must be hell if you're a ghost, right?"
Her voice pitched higher at the end of her sentence. She wanted him to respond, to divulge his high school memories to her and let her act as a mental whacking post for him to vent his past out on. He shot her an amused look which, she knew, meant it wasn't all that bad for him to have been invisible in high school. But there was an element of sadness beyond his eyes; a look that only loneliness could control. Catherine wasn't going to get any more response than his expression - she knew he was grateful for her being there.
Grissom yawned into the silence that had carried the two CSIs for four hours, most of which Catherine was asleep for.
"You're getting tired. Want me to drive?" Catherine asked, trying to stifle her own yawn.
Grissom chuckled at her hypocrisy.
"How about we stop for a while and get some rest? Next motel we come to, yeh?"
Catherine agreed and within twenty minutes Grissom had parked his SUV outside a remote motel; even if they were in daylight they knew nothing could be seen for miles. Catherine stepped out into the cool night air and breathed in deeply, walking a few steps away from the light of the motel sign and revelling in the breath taking beauty of the night sky that had captivated her mind ever since she could remember.
After several minutes she felt a cold hand on the small of her back, startling her. Relaxing, she let Grissom's scent envelop her as the breeze whirled it around her surrounding them both in a cocoon. She took a deep breath and relaxed against his body, feeling the pressure between the two figures increase.
"Tired?" He murmured into her ear, provoking her body to become electric with shivers.
"Wide awake, Grissom. Can't you tell?" She responded with a smile that was hidden from his view.
Her eyes closed and her head fell into the depression below his collarbone. Grissom chuckled once more as he jangled the keys close to her ear and watched her smile at the sound of them.
"Separate rooms?" Catherine enquired with a undetectable tinge of disappointment in her tone, hearing the sound of more than one key, as she released herself from her present resting post and turned to face her boss. She did not need an answer since she saw the two keys being waved about in both his hands.
"Aw. Maybe I'll get lucky next time."
"Are you flirting with me, Catherine?"
"Yes."
May 8th - 1am
Motel
Catherine was now beyond being tired and actually found herself wanting to stay up for a while as she walked into the motel with its jazzy lights at the entrance lighting up the building and dazzling the eyes of the two CSIs. They walked to the two motel rooms, Grissom having given Catherine one of the keys for the room next to his own.
"I'll come in and see you in a few minutes." Grissom told Catherine as his key slithered easily into its lock.
Catherine past Grissom's door and walked to her own room after hearing his key shuffle once again in the lock to fasten the door shut. She held the key to the lock and pushed it half way in. She took it out and checked it to see if it was broken; it wasn't, but half way was as far as it would go.
"Excuse me." She loudly asked the deserted reception desk. "Hello?"
She raised her voice to the air and the sound past through the reception office, hitting no one's ears on its journey. After a while of getting no response Catherine made her way to outside Grissom's door with her suitcase. She could hear the shower running so she tried his door.
"Right; locked." She muttered to herself.
She took her own room key out of her pocket and tried the door with that, figuring she couldn't do much else. It slipped in easily and she grinned to herself.
"Idiot man's given us the same key." She muttered.
Catherine opened the door and was half way through, still muttering to herself, when a scantily clad Grissom came sauntering out of the bathroom silencing her. She stopped, mouth open, embarrassed at catching him revealing himself in a single towel wrapped round his middle.
"Key didn't work. Well... I mean it did. Only not in my door."
She was trying so hard to stare at the dark blue glassed bottle on the bedside table and not allow her eyes to drift to Grissom's almost naked form, looming by the bed - it wasn't working.
"I'll go." She said in a whisper, nodding her head and pointing behind her with her thumb as she started to make her way out of the room.
"Wait."
She turned back to him, eyes wide, waiting for his explanation.
"Stay."
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TBC - Hope you like it so far. It gets better so don't worry. Reviews would be very welcome and helpful. Thanks. Cath
Author: Cathryn
Reviews: Yes please!!! The last lot were so encouraging! - Thank you!
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: These characters etc. do not belong to me but thank you to those who are letting me use them =:o)
Author's Notes: Just a quick thank you to the Queen of Jell-O for helping me decipher its true definition.
Chapter 1 - Scantily Clad
May 4th - 6am
Grissom's Office
Gil Grissom was staring intently at his computer going through the cartridge casing database for his most recent case. He had his elbow propped up on his desk with his hand supporting his head. He could feel his eyes drooping, although he was not trying very hard to fight his wave of tiredness. Unknowing to how long he dozed off for, Grissom abruptly felt a cool breeze, with a carefully balanced fragrance resting upon it, encircle his form and draw him from his sleep. He lifted his head from his hand and took off his glasses, rubbing the area where the pressure of his palm had caused a red mark and a slight impression on his temple.
"Tired?" Came the soft voice rolling towards him from the door. He heard footsteps follow and draw near to him. He looked up.
"I'm wide awake, Catherine. Can't you tell?" He responded throwing an amused glance at her.
"Listen, I came to ask a favour before you go home. I-" She was interrupted.
"Who said I'm going home?"
She did not need to pause for thought for her response,
"I did."
She continued before allowing him to make a come back, "Just hear me out ok?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I don't want you to go. We need-"
Here Grissom felt as though he had to get a word in. He knew where this conversation was going.
"I've been invited, Catherine."
Grissom watched his colleague pace around his office sighing on occasion and shaking her head sending her blonde streaks bouncing from side to side as she did so.
"We need you here, Grissom. I can't let you go. You won't like it, Gil. You're not what I'd call a people person."
Catherine was deadly serious at what she was saying. She had become very still and was staring at him intently, almost persuasively, as she spoke the words of the latter part of her statement.
"It's just a reunion, Catherine. What's the problem?"
Catherine was finding this increasingly difficult to put into words. She was popular in high school; she had a lot of friends and a lot of power. Grissom... well... was Grissom. Warrick had told her Grissom had once described himself as 'a ghost'. She couldn't understand why he would want to go in the first place. What if nobody knows who he is? Who would he talk to?
"You're needed here, Grissom. And from what I gather, you won't be missed at the reunion."
She regretted the words as soon as they escaped her lips. It was like all this talk of high school had forced her back into her old shoes; her 'bitch shoes'. She sensed Grissom's immediate hurt and hostility caused by her comment.
"Who's boss here, Catherine?" He asked a little louder than he intended.
"Come on, Gil. This isn't about one of your cases. You can't use that line."
She smirked at his attempt to use his career superiority over her to get what he wants, even in this situation.
"This is not for you to decide. I-"
His argument was cut short.
"Fine. I'm going with you."
Content with her intended outcome she threw the report for her own case from the shift that night on Grissom's desk and walked out leaving the stunned CSI in his chair unable to give her an answer. He couldn't physically argue with her when she wasn't in the room; although strictly speaking he could get up and follow her, he just found himself not wanting too - maybe some part of him needed her on this one.
May 7th - 8:30pm
Grissom's SUV
Catherine was sitting in the passenger's seat of Grissom's SUV feeling the gentle vibrations on the road beneath the car, soothing her into some kind of deep thought, close to dreams of sleep, only it was not quite sleep. She was fully aware of what was going on around her; fully aware of the glances Grissom was throwing at her from the driver's side. She felt herself smile.
"What is it, Grissom?" Catherine asked him, her eyes remained closed, but she had heard his intakes of breath several times, just before he was going to ask his question, though he'd always decide against it.
He smiled at the road ahead of him, after glancing at her sedate form beside him, thankful her eyes weren't boring into his - she wasn't watching his reply.
"Why are you here, Catherine?"
At his response, she slowly opened her eyes and twisted her body so that it was almost facing him.
"Oh, you didn't invite me?" She asked him mockingly, the left side of her mouth tugged up to form a quizzical smile.
Grissom just carried on driving, letting her sarcastic response glide over him - he was serious. She sensed his sobriety. Forming a looked of concern on her face, she continued,
"I thought you could use some company. I mean lets face it, the journey's a bitch to travel alone and you're going to get bored a quarter of the way into the night anyway. To be surrounded by that many familiar faces must be hell if you're a ghost, right?"
Her voice pitched higher at the end of her sentence. She wanted him to respond, to divulge his high school memories to her and let her act as a mental whacking post for him to vent his past out on. He shot her an amused look which, she knew, meant it wasn't all that bad for him to have been invisible in high school. But there was an element of sadness beyond his eyes; a look that only loneliness could control. Catherine wasn't going to get any more response than his expression - she knew he was grateful for her being there.
Grissom yawned into the silence that had carried the two CSIs for four hours, most of which Catherine was asleep for.
"You're getting tired. Want me to drive?" Catherine asked, trying to stifle her own yawn.
Grissom chuckled at her hypocrisy.
"How about we stop for a while and get some rest? Next motel we come to, yeh?"
Catherine agreed and within twenty minutes Grissom had parked his SUV outside a remote motel; even if they were in daylight they knew nothing could be seen for miles. Catherine stepped out into the cool night air and breathed in deeply, walking a few steps away from the light of the motel sign and revelling in the breath taking beauty of the night sky that had captivated her mind ever since she could remember.
After several minutes she felt a cold hand on the small of her back, startling her. Relaxing, she let Grissom's scent envelop her as the breeze whirled it around her surrounding them both in a cocoon. She took a deep breath and relaxed against his body, feeling the pressure between the two figures increase.
"Tired?" He murmured into her ear, provoking her body to become electric with shivers.
"Wide awake, Grissom. Can't you tell?" She responded with a smile that was hidden from his view.
Her eyes closed and her head fell into the depression below his collarbone. Grissom chuckled once more as he jangled the keys close to her ear and watched her smile at the sound of them.
"Separate rooms?" Catherine enquired with a undetectable tinge of disappointment in her tone, hearing the sound of more than one key, as she released herself from her present resting post and turned to face her boss. She did not need an answer since she saw the two keys being waved about in both his hands.
"Aw. Maybe I'll get lucky next time."
"Are you flirting with me, Catherine?"
"Yes."
May 8th - 1am
Motel
Catherine was now beyond being tired and actually found herself wanting to stay up for a while as she walked into the motel with its jazzy lights at the entrance lighting up the building and dazzling the eyes of the two CSIs. They walked to the two motel rooms, Grissom having given Catherine one of the keys for the room next to his own.
"I'll come in and see you in a few minutes." Grissom told Catherine as his key slithered easily into its lock.
Catherine past Grissom's door and walked to her own room after hearing his key shuffle once again in the lock to fasten the door shut. She held the key to the lock and pushed it half way in. She took it out and checked it to see if it was broken; it wasn't, but half way was as far as it would go.
"Excuse me." She loudly asked the deserted reception desk. "Hello?"
She raised her voice to the air and the sound past through the reception office, hitting no one's ears on its journey. After a while of getting no response Catherine made her way to outside Grissom's door with her suitcase. She could hear the shower running so she tried his door.
"Right; locked." She muttered to herself.
She took her own room key out of her pocket and tried the door with that, figuring she couldn't do much else. It slipped in easily and she grinned to herself.
"Idiot man's given us the same key." She muttered.
Catherine opened the door and was half way through, still muttering to herself, when a scantily clad Grissom came sauntering out of the bathroom silencing her. She stopped, mouth open, embarrassed at catching him revealing himself in a single towel wrapped round his middle.
"Key didn't work. Well... I mean it did. Only not in my door."
She was trying so hard to stare at the dark blue glassed bottle on the bedside table and not allow her eyes to drift to Grissom's almost naked form, looming by the bed - it wasn't working.
"I'll go." She said in a whisper, nodding her head and pointing behind her with her thumb as she started to make her way out of the room.
"Wait."
She turned back to him, eyes wide, waiting for his explanation.
"Stay."
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TBC - Hope you like it so far. It gets better so don't worry. Reviews would be very welcome and helpful. Thanks. Cath