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: Erm... yeahhh. I got bored while I was at my mommy's work... so here's chapter four! WHOOO:D

OH! Guys! I named my flute, Catherine:D Meghan said it's a good name for my flute because she thinks Catherine's stupid, but I'll prove her wrong when Grillows takes over the world! (EViL LAUGH)

"Oh Lily! That's Catherine?"

"Yeah. That's her." I went to walk to my room when one of Mom's friends noticed my cut.

"Oh, jeeze. Look at her leg. What'd ya cut yourself on, sweetie?" She didn't care. I knew she didn't care. She just wanted to point it out to everyone in the room that I'm a klutz.

"Nothing..." I was almost to my room when my mother realized what I said.

"Catherine! Get back in here!" I sighed and slowly walked back into living room. I stood there and stared at her. "Aren't you going to apologize to Ms. Lisa here?"

"For what?"

"For your attitude." She stared at me just as intense as I was staring at her. I turned to Lisa and gave her a fake smile.

"Sorry." Lisa rolled her eyes and I made my way down to my room.

The next day at school wasn't any better. The only good friend I had was sick. But I had managed to find someone to talk to. She was a freshman, a grade lower than me. Her name was Melanie.

"Hey Cath..."

"Hey Mel. What's up?"

"Ah noting. Just trying to cram all this information into my head before the test." I laugh and start putting some books into my locker. "So what do you have planned for this weekend?"

"Nothing really. Just studying and working."

"Do you EVER go out?"

"Sometimes..."

"Yeah. Right."

"I do! Just yesterday after work, I went to the park with Gil."

"Gil?"

"Gil Grissom."

"Gil Grissom?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"He's like, so hot. Nerdy, but hot!"

"How do you know?"

"He has a younger sister whose best friends with my younger sister."

"Oh. Well... him. AND, he offered to help me study with my science final." The bell rang and we hurried off into different directions without even telling each other bye. I walked in my first class and found my seat. The group of girls behind me didn't like me all that much. They were the cheerleader type. The type I don't hang around. It's not a surprise that they're talking about me. Probably what I did this weekend.

"Hey Catherine, had fun yesterday?" I didn't look back at them. Instead, I just concentrated on getting my work done.

"I heard you had a date with a nerd."

"Yeah. Like yourself, maybe?" They weren't going to get me mad. No. They were not. Today was going to be a good day. I don't care what they said, I don't care anymore. I just want to get the day over with so I can be with Gil. Oh my God. Did I really just think that? What's gotten into me?

The rest of the day went by quick. No one really bothered me. I got through my classes easily. Tiffany and Melissa didn't bother me for the rest of the day... until I walked outside and started waiting for Gil to show up.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

"Our little Miss. Catherine Flynn."

"Watcha doin', Catherine? Waiting for your nerdy boyfriend?" I leaned forward, stared out into the road, and waited for Gil to come. They started walking closer to me when he pulled into the parking lot. "Hey... we were talking to you."

"Yeah. We know you're not stupid. So don't act like-" I had enough of them. I had enough of all of this shit.

"Shut the fuck up and get the hell away from me." They were taken back. They were shocked. But they didn't show it.

"What? Oh no. See you don't understand me when I say-"

"No. You don't understand ME when I say get the hell away from me."

"Listen you slut-" I don't know what possessed me, but my fist came in contact with her jaw. Gil barely put his car in park when he jumped out of the car. By the time he had reached us, we were on the ground. Pulling hair, punching, scratching, cursing, kicking, and almost everything else you do when you kick a bitch's ass.

"Catherine!" He's too strong. He just picked me up and dragged me away from Tiffany. He put me down on a bench and blocked my view of her. "What has gotten into you?"

"I can't do this anymore. Mom was right. Maybe I do need to drop out."

"What? Drop out?" I nodded my head. "No. I won't let you. You've come too far to give it all up now."

"But it's too hard, Gil. She's right. I won't be able to do all of this." He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.

"Hey... you've come this far without having anything stop you. You can finish this." I smiled through my tears and sniffed. He cupped my cheek and brushed away the tears that were slowly rolling down my face. "Come here..." He held out his arms and immediately wrapped them around me when I leaned into him. He pulled my hair back and smoothed it out. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

"Huh?"

"Come on." We walked to his car and he helped me get comfortable in the seat. We were off again, and this time, we passed my house.

"Gil..."

"No. We are seriously going see my mom."

"Gil, she's going to ask how I got these cuts and bruises. What am I going to tell her?"

"That you fell down a flight of stairs?" I smile at him and shake my head. "Hey... just tell her the truth. It's what she'd wanna hear."

"Alright." He stopped the car in his driveway and helped me out of the car. When he opened the door, I heard his mother start talking but she had no idea I was there. We walked into the kitchen and when she turned around, she dropped the plate she was washing.

"Catherine!" She walked over to me and studied my face. "Sweetheart, what happened?" I sat down at the kitchen table and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I um... got in a fight." She rushed off to get her kit and kneeled in front of me.

"Fighting? Catherine..." Know that I think about it, she acts more like my mother than my own does. It's nice to have someone care about you. Natalie walked in the kitchen and stopped when she saw me.

"Cath?"

"Hey Nat..."

"Cath, what happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm gonna be fine, kiddo." She went to hug me but she stopped.

"I won't hurt you, will I?"

"Of course not." She smiled and jumped into my lap. She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed. "So how's school, Nat?"

"It's so fun! My science teacher is super cool! She reminds me of you, a little!"

"Really? Well I guess I have to meet this teacher, don't I?"

"Hey Nat? Why don't you go run off and watch TV soCath and Ican study?"

"Sure! Bye Cath!" She ran off into the living room and her mom finished cleaning up my cuts.

"Try not to get into fights, dear. I hate to see you like this. I know Natalie does, too. It breaks her heart." I smiled and nodded my head.

"No more fights. I promise." She smiled and walked into the living room, too. Leaving Gil and I in the kitchen. He held up my bag and pointed up stairs.

"How about we go study in my room? It's not as crazy up there as it is down here."

"I love it down here, but I wouldn't mind going up to your room. As long as your Mom is okay with it, of course."

"Cath... she trusts you. More than anyone else she's ever met." I smiled and he led me up to his room. It was a plain room. The colors were light and his bed was made. Bookshelves were against the wall, a desk was pushed up next to his bed with his alarm clock and lamp light placed on it.

"This room is wonderful."

"Wonderful? All it has a bookcase and a desk."

"Better than my room."

"Well when I see your room, we can argue about who has better decorating skills. Okay?" I laughed and nodded my head. "So... what are you having trouble on?"

"Balancing chemicals..." I sighed and dropped down on his bed. It was big enough for barely two people to sleep in, but it was comfortable. He sat down next to me and opened a few of my books.

A/N: Muah... haha! Okay. I am off to practice Catherine... LMFAO. Omg. that doesn't sound right... Let me reword that. 'I am off to practice my flute named Catherine." ! Ahh! there we go. LOL kay.