A bit of fluffy goodness resulting from four days of watching my CSI dvd sets. Enjoy, everyone, and please review!
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Catherine Willows always hated coming in to work on Saturdays. It was something about the day that screamed she should be home with her daughter, not playing with dead things. Lindsay was growing up much too fast, and sometimes Catherine felt cheated out of her only child's entire childhood.
She stepped into the meeting room, surprised that she was the only one there so far. Usually she was the last to arrive. Maybe everyone had already arrived and been given their assignments. Oh, well…
She reached down and grabbed an apple from the dish that always sat on the table, then wiped it against her shirt before biting into the sweet fruit.
Three bites in, the door opened again, and Catherine nodded as Sara Sidle walked into the room. Well, walked really wasn't the word to describe it. The brunette was limping, and Catherine's brow crinkled in concern. Sara was younger than her, and for some reason, she had taken an almost maternal role with her. She watched as Sara slowly made her way to the nearest empty chair, then sat down with a heavy sigh.
"Sara, you okay?" she finally asked.
The brunette was staring off into the distance and didn't respond.
"Sara?"
Finally Sara turned and looked at Catherine as though her voice had just registered. "Huh? Sorry, Catherine, I didn't hear you."
Catherine smirked. "Obviously. I asked if you were okay."
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You were limping when you came in here." Catherine took another bite of her apple as she sat down beside Sara.
A dark flush came over Sara's cheeks, making Catherine laugh.
"I knew it. What happened? Get a little too…slippery in the bathroom this morning?"
Sara rested her head in her hands, embarrassed. "No…"
"Come on," Catherine cajoled, a wicked glint in her eye. "It's just us girls in here. You can tell me."
"Catherine…"
"Really, Sara. What happened?"
Sara suddenly stood and hurried out of the room, leaving an amused Catherine in her wake. Of course she couldn't tell Catherine that the source of her discomfort had been her lover's beard that he refused to shave. He couldn't keep his hands off of her, and more often than not it resulted in rugburn for her in very uncomfortable places. She ducked into the nearest bathroom.
A few minutes later, Gil Grissom walked into the lab, a bounce in his step and a grin on his face. He was whistling to himself and not caring who heard him. He was a happy man, and he wanted the whole world to know.
He reached his office, and absently his hand strayed up to his clean shaven face.
Maybe now Sara wouldn't object to them taking a lunch break in his office…
The End!
A/N: Yum... I'm sure we wouldn't mind getting a little rugburn from Grissom, huh? LOL. Thanks for reading, and please review!