Despicable Past, Commendable Future

Raiting: Mature... maybe a very strong teen. Nothing that sexual, really, I mean come on... I'm only fifteen 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: (yawns) It's 1:23 in the morning. LOL!! 123!! (yawns again) yeah. screw this. I'm goin to sleep. enjoy the updated chapter :) still narrator POV

All three of them walked in, soaked to the skin. Lydia walked in from the living room and stood in the doorway.

"Neither one of you are stepping into my living room like that," she said with a slight smirk on her face. All three of their faces fell. "I'm kidding. How was it?"

"It was fun!! Gil and Cath bought me a stuffed kangaroo. And then we got caught in the rain because Gil wouldn't get his keys out fast enough!" She smiled at her daughter's excitement.

"You three better get changed out of those clothes." They all nodded and took off their shoes. Catherine laughed when nothing but the water spilled out of Gil's tennis shoes. Natalie made her way upstairs first and into her own bathroom. Gil and Catherine walked into his room and looked at each other.

"You want the shower first?"

"It doesn't matter," she replied. "You go first. I'm gonna find some clothes to change into." He nodded and walked into his bathroom. She walked over to his dresser and looked for some clothes for both of them to change into. She threw the clothes she found onto the bed and shivered. She walked over to the window and lifted the blinds to see more dark clouds headed their way.

The door to his bathroom opened and he stood there with just a dark green towel wrapped around his waist. She turned around and her jaw dropped.

"Did you find some clothes?"

"I- ugh... yeah." He smirked and walked over to the bed.

"Stop drooling, Cath." She closed her mouth and he laughed. "The showers all yours." She nodded and went into the bathroom for her shower. He took a pair of his pajama pants from the bed and pulled them on. He crawled into the bed after changing and rested his arms behind his pillow. Just after he had turned off the lamp on the side of the bed, the bathroom door opened and Catherine walked out with the same, green towel wrapped around her own body. She looked around the room for the clothes she had pulled out.

"Did you see those pajama's I laid out for us?"

"I... um-"

"Stop drooling, Gil," she said with a smirk.

"How can I not? You're standing in the middle of my room with nothing but a towel on!"

"Well if I knew where my clothes were-"

"You sure you don't just wanna hop in like that?" She gave him a 'yeah right' look and found her clothes.

"Close your eyes." He turned on his side and heard the towel drop to the floor. Pretty soon, he felt her climb into the bed next to him. He rolled over on his back and she instantly scooted over to him. "I'm going to have to go home tomorrow."

"I don't want you to."

"Neither do I. But my mom's gonna know what we're up to if I don't go back."

"We don't want that," he whispered. She gently nodded her head and let her hand rest on his chest. She drew shapes and random things on his warm skin and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I love it when you sleep shirtless."

"Why? So you can rape me with your eyes?" She laughed and kissed his shoulder.

"Exactly."

"Well I love it when you wear these little numbers," he said while he pushed up tank top.

"Why?" He ran his fingers over her tattoo.

"Easy access." She laughed again and leaned up to kiss him. "I was thinking about what I said earlier." She looked up at him and settled one of her legs between his own. "About wanting to come home every night and see you waiting for me." She smiled. "I really want that to happen."

"Me too," she whispered. They remained silent for a few seconds before she spoke up again. "Why do you love me?"

"Because I just do."

"Give me reasons." He kissed her forehead.

"You're gorgeous, caring, hilarious, adorable, you always smell good, you make the cutest face when you're angry, your hair's soft, and your feet are small."

"So if I had big feet, you wouldn't love me anymore," she asked with a pout. He laughed and pressed his lips to hers.

"So why do you love me?"

"You were there for me when no one else was, you cared about me, you talked to me, you helped me... you loved me back," she said without hesitation.

"You must have thought about this before."

"Every now and then when I'm trying to fall asleep at night." She looked up at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"I don't want you to freak out or anything; I'm just curious."

"What is it?"

"How many kids do you want?" She bit her lip. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

"I guess about two. One girl and one boy." She nodded. "And you?"

"I was thinking the same thing." She rolled over and sat on top of his stomach. He pulled his legs up, making a back rest for her and getting into a comfortable position at the same time.

"Before kids even come, we need a job, a house; being married might help a bit, too-"

"Are we getting married?"

"I... don't know."

"You don't know," she frowned.

"I don't want to scare you, Cath. You're only seventeen," he said softly.

"I don't care about that. You love me right?" He nodded. "And I can't see myself with anyone else besides you." His hands rested on her waist as they both stared at each other.

"Graduation night." That was all he said before he roughly pulled her down on top of him and kissed her senseless.

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The next day, his alarm clock went off at exactly nine in the morning. Both of them physically jumped and moved around under his covers. He removed his hand from her hip and she picked her head up from his chest.

"What the hell. Did you set my alarm clock last night," he asked while trying to turn it off. She rolled onto her stomach and shoved her head under her pillow. "Cath..." He looked down at her and kissed her lower back. "Come on, babe. You gotta go back home. Remember?" She groaned and got out of the warm bed. He pulled on a shirt and both of them walked down downstairs.

Lydia was cooking breakfast for a very awake Natalie when they walked into the kitchen. Natalie laughed at Catherine's hair and finished up her breakfast.

"Where are you two off to now?" Catherine slipped on her shoes, and in her shorts and tank top, walked over to Mrs. Grissom and gave her a hug.

"Thank you for letting me stay over here for... pretty much the whole week. I enjoyed it." Lydia hugged her back.

"No problem, sweetheart. But where are you going?"

"I'm going to bring her back home before her mother throws a fit and calls the national guard." All three of them laughed and they walked out of the door. When Catherine felt the warm sun on her skin, she stopped walking and stood in the driveway. She raised her arms above her head, holding her hands together, and arched her back.

The drive to her house was silent. She fell asleep the second she got into his car. When he pulled up in her driveway, he leaned over and gently kissed her.

"You're home. Get out so I can go back to sleep." She smiled and kissed him one last time before getting out of his car.

"You're going to pick me up from school this week?"

"You can bet on it."

"Kay. Love you."

"Love you, too." He watched her walk back into her house before he backed out of her driveway and drove home.

When she walked into the house, her mother or John was no where to be found. She shrugged and walked to the back of the house, to her bedroom. She fell on top of the bed and instantly fell asleep with a small smile on her face.

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Lily's head sprung up as the phone echoed through out the house. She mumbled something under her breath and got out of the bed. She picked up the phone and brought it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Lily. It's Donna, from the diner. Is Catherine there?"

"Ugh... no, I don't think so. Why?"

"She hasn't been showing up for work and I need some good excuses as to why I should let her keep her job."

"I'm sure she has a good reason. Catherine would never miss work."

"Well can you please tell her when you see her that she needs to call me back or come see me?"

"Of course." Both of them hung up and Catherine walked into the kitchen, yawning and reaching for the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table. "Your boss just called." Catherine bit into her apple and leaned against the far end of the counter. Her mother stood on the other side, facing her. "Where were you last night... and the night before that?"

"Elizabeth's house."

"When did you get back?"

"She dropped me off this morning."

"So what did you do all weekend?"

"Tanned..." Catherine turned to throw her half eaten apple away. "What did you do while I was gone? Drink?" Both of them were staring at each other intensely when John walked into the kitchen.

"Well look who's finally decided to come home," he said with a small smile. Catherine kept her eyes on her mother the whole time, and before she turned to walk back to her room, she gave him a sad smile.

A/N: (is asleep at computer desk with stick note saying: sorry for grammar mistakes. review please and ill love you)