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"What was that about?" Warrick probed as he caught up with Catherine in the hall.
"What do you think?" She asked, clearly annoyed.
"Well, I think maybe about the same thing it was about earlier?" He said, really asking, not sure what she wanted him to say.
"I told him." She said as she had reached her locker to grab her purse and keys.
"You did what?!" Warrick almost yelled.
"I had to, I was with a suspect earlier and Grissom saw my eyes....well, you know.......and he confronted me about it."
"And?"
"And what? He didn't believe me and so I showed him......my, um, vampiric qualities, he fell out of his chair, and tried to go all ethically Grissom on me by telling me I couldn't just "kill people", so I walked out and told him to make a decision about whether he could trust me or not."
Warrick just stared at her.
"Well.....I think it sounds like he handled it rather well."
"Warrick! He tried to tell me what I can and cannot do. I'm a vampire for goodness sake, I HAVE to kill people." She said, lowering her voice and looking around thankful that no one had been within earshot.
"Well I know that and you know that.....but we've had some time to get ok with it......you yourself had quite the time coming to terms with killing." He reminded her and watched her shoulders drop a little in reprieve.
"Your right I guess, but I'm not working here if he is always eyeing me."
"I wouldn't expect you to, babe." He smiled.
Catherine felt her mood soften at Warrick's term of endearment. She leaned in and kissed him slowly until her stomach reminded her there were other matters at hand.
"Speaking of....killing.....I, um......I'm famished and I don't want to get crankier than I already am." She smiled again at him. "See you later?"
"After I get off shift?"
"Just call me....I'm meeting Sam for dinner but I should be home by the time you're all done here."
"Sounds good." He replied trying not to stare as she exited the room and strode down the hall. He sure was one lucky man.
Catherine walked into the Tangiers lobby and scanned the crowd for Sam. When she didn't see him, she headed towards the front desk but was stopped by a security guard.
"Your father is waiting for you in his office, Ms. Willows." He said apprehensively. There was something about the way he looked at her.......he was afraid......of her.
"Jimmy." She began seeing his name on his uniform. "You can relax. No one's going to get you fired or hurt you or anything like that." She heard him take a deep breath as he escorted her to the office.
"What?" She finally asked him.
"It's just.....the rumor is.....there are......people who say.....that you and your father....that...you....."
"That we what?" Catherine pryed, knowing very good and well what people probably said.
"It's ridiculous, actually, but they say....that you are both.....vampires." He whispered the last word.
Catherine laughed. "Jimmy, I know my father hasn't had a sterling reputation here in Vegas, but I work for the police department. I have a boyfriend. And furthermore, I just walked in out of the sun-shiny street out there. So, tell me, do I sound like the kind of woman who's a vampire?"
He finally laughed back as they reached Sam's office door. "No ma'am. I guess not."
"Have a good night Jimmy." She called after him as he turned to leave and she entered the office.
"Mugs! Good to see you OK." He got up and gave her a hug.
"It's good to BE ok." She said, hugging him back, then sitting down in an overstuffed chair oposite his desk.
"Sam....I just spoke with one of your security guards...and....people......I think people know about us." She said.
"Oh, it's just talk. I mean, a few people may think they know....but they mostly suspect. It's that I never go out in the sunlight, and the occasional rumored body to be found in one of the rooms. Believe me...people talked about me long before I became a vampire, and they're going to talk about you because your my daughter."
"True. I think I took care of his suspicions. I brought up the fact that I just walked in out of the sun."
Sam laughed. "I bet that shut him up. Too bad more of us can't use that as a cover."
"It would help things wouldn't it."
"Not to change the subject, but I'm assuming your hungry?" Sam asked.
"Very."
"Well, dear Catherine. In the suite you were in last time, which is permanently yours whenever you want it by the way, there sits a man who pulled a gun on one of my blackjack dealers last night and shot him."
"So the beginning of our working together starts?" Catherine smiled.
"Exactly. Since you don't feel you have the time to be my actual partner, I'm still more than happy that you'll be "taking care" of all my little problems. Whether they be trying to cheat me or kill me...."
"I'll take care of it.....and consequently never run out of meals."
