Despicable Past, Commendable Future

Raiting: Mature... maybe a very strong teen. Nothing that sexual, really, I mean come on... I'm only four-teen years old, but there's swearing. Lots of it, too.

Summary: Not everyone in this world has cruel intentions. Catherine Flynn learned that the hard way.

Disclaimer: sigh I do not own CSI. Or the characters... or the songs I may use... or the blah blah blah! Ruin my day, why don't you!

A/N: None for this chapter... XD

"Hey..."

"Hey."

"How was work?"

"Slow and boring." He chuckled and looked around.

"So what would you like to do today?"

"Um... I don't know. I'm not use to having free time."

"You? No free time?"

"Yeah. It's either work or school." He opened the door for me and watched as I got in the car. "So... where are we going?"

"You look like you could use a little relaxing time."

"Oh you have no idea." He drove us to a park about an hour away from town. It was beautiful. The water was clear and there weren't too many people around. He opened the door for me and I took his hand as I got out of the car. "This place is beautiful."

"It is, isn't it?"

"So what are we doing here, again?"

"Relaxing." We started walking on the small pathway that led around the park. He put his hands in his pockets and looked around. "So... Catherine."

"Mmm?"

"Tell me a little about yourself."

"Well... I'm 16. Um... I work and go to school." I shrugged my shoulders. There wasn't anything to say about myself. I worked and studied. That's all I had time for.

"That's all?"

"I don't know what else I could possibly tell you."

"When's your birthday?"

"March 23rd."

"Darn. I just missed it, didn't I?" I smiled and nodded my head.

"Correct. And what about yourself, Mr. Grissom."

"PLEASE. I'm not THAT much older than you." I giggled and let him finish talking. "I'm 18. I go to college in California, but I always come here for the summer or holidays."

"College, huh? What are you going for?"

"Forensics."

"Forensics?"

"Yeah. Um, ever heard of a CSI?"

"Yeah. But what- ohhhhh. You're gonna be a CSI, eh?"

"Well I hope so." He looked down and stopped walking. Ugh oh. What did I say now?

"Gil?"

"Your leg." I looked down. Damnit. My cut had started bleeding again. The blood was running down my leg and soaking my sock.

"Oh... I ugh..."

"Come on..." He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back to his car.

"Gil, I'm fine."

"That's a pretty nasty cut."

"I never noticed."

"How'd you manage something like that?" We got in his car and he drove past my house.

"Gil... my hous-"

"We're going to mine. My mom's a nurse, remember?" I smiled. I just met this guy and he's already acting like I've been knowing him for years. He noticed me smile. "What?"

"Nothing. I just met you and you're already pretending to care about me."

"Well I wasn't just going to let you bleed to death in the park."

"Bleed to death? Please. This is just a baby cut compared to some of the other ones I've managed to get."

"Alright. We're here." He got out of the car and opened the door for me.

"Really, Gil. You could just bring me back home... I'm fine."

"I'm not gonna take any chances." I smiled and his mother came running out of the house.

"Gil? Catherine?" She looked down and noticed my leg. "Oh sweetheart! Come in! I'll take care of that for you..." I looked up at Gil and he nodded his head.

"Told ya," He said smiling at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he helped me into the house. He sat me down at their table and Mrs. Grissom got out her nurse kit. She dabbed some alcohol on my cut and watched my reaction. What reaction? I was so used to this stuff, I didn't feel it anymore.

"That doesn't... sting?"

"The cut? Oh no... I guess I must be used to it..."

"Used to it? You've had more than one cut like this?" Opps. The last thing I wanted to do was admit I've been hurt before. I don't want to bring anymore attention to myself.

"I... yeah. It's no big deal, though." She finished cleaning it up and smiled at me. "Thank you, Mrs. Grissom."

"Oh. Call me Lydia." I smiled and nodded my head. She left the kitchen, leaving Gil and I alone.

"Gil, I should really be getting home..."

"You just got off from work."

"I know, I know... I just... I have school work I need to finish."

"Oh. I see. Well come on. Let's get you home." I smiled and went to get up, but he stopped me before I could even stand. "Allow me." I smiled and linked my arm through his. He walked me down to his car and drove me back to my house. I was about to get out of the car when he stopped me. "Catherine?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm um... I'm not the smoothest guy when it comes to these things, but I was wondering. If you're not doing anything after school tomorrow, maybe we could do something?"

"I'd love to... but I have a huge science final coming up and I don't know anything about it."

"You're having trouble in science?"

"Yeah." I tucked my hair behind my ears. Here I am, talking to a guy who majors in science. I must look like an idiot.

"I could help you. Study, I mean. If you want." I smiled. No one's ever offered to help me in school.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"No problem. When does your school let out?"

"2:20. I go to Brockton High. Not the-"

"Really? BHS? That's where I went to high school too!"

"Really? Well... you could come pick me up tomorrow if you want and walk around if you'd like. I'm sure the teachers would love to see you again."

"Great. I'll be there."

"And thank you. For ugh... taking me to the park. It was nice."

"Anytime, Catherine." Just then, you'll never guess who just happens to run out of the house, screaming my name like an idiot.

"I um... I have to go. Bye, Gil." I got out of the car and the screams got louder. I didn't want to turn around and look at him. He was probably in shock or scared. I don't know...

"Catherine! Where were you?"

"I was at work..."

"Then what's with this?" She pointed to Gil who was backing his car out of the driveway.

"He's just a friend, Mom. He offered to take me home." She eyed me and walked back in the house. I looked back and he was gone. I walked in the house and there they are. All of mom's friends. I don't see John, though. He's probably out camping with these woman's husbands. John loves to camp. Sometimes, I'd wish he just take me with him so I could get away from here.

A/N: Haha. I know the name of their high school sounds cheesy, but I couldn't think of a name and so I just used my step-dad's high school. LOL