Jealousy Gets You Nowhere
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Oh boy. If I owned CSI, everyone who reviews would love me forever. But I don't. So boo.
Summary: Gil's jealous. Sara's pissed off. Catherine's suspicious. Keppler's acting weird. And the rest of the team has no clue.
A/N: Yeah. Remember that story I said I was going to try to write for my, 'LIFE, WTF' collaberation on CSI? LOL. Well this is it. I'm sorry if I'm making so many stories and not updating them all, but I'm trying. LOL. There's only so much a 15 year old girl can do :D
Gil Grissom wasn't the type to get jealous, but this was an exception. He knew they would bring in a replacement, but why so soon? He was expecting them to wait at least a few weeks to find someone who fits the job.
"Gil? You still there?"
"Yeah. What were you saying?"
"Oh, right. Well... we solved the case. You wouldn't beleive how, though!"
"Try me."
"The victim had some sort of dental record at a local office. The same office as two other girls who were killed over a period of thirty years. Cool, huh?"
"Yeah." On the other line, Catherine sat in her office with the door closed. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something to say, anything. She didn't want to waste any time. She knew how busy he must have been and she considered herself lucky to have even answer his cell phone, much less take the time to talk to her. "So... how are things?"
"Things are... okay."
"They're 'okay'? What's going on over there that you're not telling me?" She breathed a little too loudly into the phone, and that told him something was wrong. "Catherine. Tell me."
"Well it's just... this new guy, Keppler, right? He ugh... he got me to..."
"To what, Cath?"
"He got me to fake a crime scene with him. He said it'd help catch the killer."
"He got you to do what?"
"It's called reverse forensics. It-"
"He got you to do what?"
"Gil," She pleaded.
"Catherine, there's no such thing as reverse forensics! Who the hell is this guy!?"
"His name is Mike Keppler, he-"
"Retorical question." She forced herself to hold in her smile. She missed this part of Gil. The, 'no one will ever take over my shift or lab as long as I'm alive' Gil.
"Well it worked. We caught the guy last night." In his hotel, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed his glasses on his night stand. He knew they would talk more about it when he got back in Vegas. "How are things with you?"
"People here are nice. Food's okay. I can't complain." They both sat there and listened to the other breathe into the phone. They had nothing else to talk about. Everything was said and done. He was half way across the country, she was stuck in Vegas.
"Well, I just felt like checking up on you. I'm glad you answered your phone."
"I'm glad you called, Catherine. I'll sleep better knowing you guys are safe." She opened her eyes and her heart beat increased.
"You will," She whispered.
"I garuentee it."
"You sound tired. Maybe I should let you go."
"I'm not tired, but if you need to, I can talk to you tomorrow or something?"
"I'm not tired either, but it must be at least 2 AM where you are."
"It is," He smiled. Neither one of them wanted to hang up the phone. It was just then he realized he hadn't talked to Sara ever since he made his flight. 'I've got to send her something tomorrow or something.'
"I better let you get some sleep. Besides, I've gotta finish up some paperwork and get some rest."
"Alright. Call me tomorrow?"
"You can count on it."
"Goodnight, Catherine."
"Night, Gil."
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"You look... happy."
"You rather me look angry?"
"No, no. Happy suits you," Keppler said with a grin. Catherine faked a small smile and rolled her eyes in disgust as he walked past her to get to Hodges. She remembered she left her cell phone in her purse and walked towards the locker room. She stopped when she saw Sara sitting on the bench with a small package. 'I wonder who it's from... I'll get my phone later.'
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Gil waited before the class he was just teaching left the room to take his cell phone out of his pocket. He checked the received calls and frowned when there were no new calls. 'She must be busy. She'll call later.'
"Mr. Grissom?"
"What can I do for you Ryan?" The young man approached Gil's desk. For some reason that Gil couldn't explain, this young man reminded him a lot like Greg. A little too much, at that. His hair style, his clothes, his attitude, even the way he talked reminded him of Greg.
"Well I was wondering if you could explain to me about-" Grissom's phone rang and he raised a hand to excuse himself as he answered his phone.
"Grissom."
"Hey there. Slept well last night?"
"I slept fine."
"Well that's good. I knew you sounded tired." Ryan listened in with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk on his face.
"Hey Cath? Is it okay if I call you back in a few minutes?"
"Sure! Take your time." He waited for her to hang up before he shut his phone.
"The wife? Dude, you should've told me. I would've let you talk to her. My questions can wait till' later," He said as he began to walk out of the room.
"Ryan!" The young man stopped. "What did you want?"
"Ehh, nevermind. I'll see ya tomorrow, Mr. Grissom!"
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Catherine was just about to place her cell phone back on her desk when it started ringing again. She smiled and answered it as quick as it had rang.
"Either you just really miss me or our defenitions of 'a few minutes' is completey different." He laughed.
"Sorry. One of my students wanted to ask me a question."
"And you answered him that quick? You usually have a lot to say if it's something interesting."
"Well he... misunderstood a few things and left."
"A few things? What could he possibly misunderstand if you're the one explaining it to him," She asked in a flirty tone.
"Well for one thing, he thought I was talking to my 'wife' and that I missed her dearly."
"Well he's got the second part right," She said with a grin. "-but I'm your wife now?"
"Really, I don't know how to explain it."
"Didn't that happen to you a few years ago?" He stopped walking and nodded his head in amazement.
"Yeah. In Jackpot. That sheriff thought we were married."
"Did you correct him?"
"Ummm..."
"Grissom," She shreaked in an amused tone. "You didn't correct him, did you!?"
"I didn't have the heart."
"What a bunch of B.S. You must have a picture of me in your wallet, and when people ask if you have family back home, out comes my picture."
"I do not! It's just people these days never give me a chance to explain that my best friend is back in Vegas. What else am I supposed to do? 'Shut up! You're wrong! She's not my wife! She's my best friend! How dare you call her my wife!' Yeah. Is that the impression I want to give people?" She giggled nonstop into the phone and tried to calm herself down as Nick passed by her door with a smile on his face.
'I always knew those two had something going on behind our backs.'
A/N: Wow. So... I come up with all these ideas for stories and I never get to finish them. But I'm SO freakin' determined to finish this one! I swear. If I don't do it, I'll... I'll... stop drinking Dr.Pepper! gasp. lol.