Okay, so I know that some of you may be a lil miffed about me not ever finishing a story before I start a new one…but hey, at least I keep you on your toes.
Thanks to kakidoll for being the greatest beta ever, in my opinion (she's sick as hell and still did this. That is a good beta.) Thanks to TDCSI for deeming this worthy for you all to see...and for being cool as all hell. Also, a giant thanks to Hamlets-pirate. Dr. Phil has major competition when it comes to you.
This is for xoxoPauxoxo, who wanted some angst from me. So, here is some for ya, mixed with a lovely dose of 'ha ha.' (Because it's me, people. You can not honestly expect total seriousness out of me. If you do...then you must wicked new to this site, because you have no idea how whacked in the head I am.)
"No way in hell."
"Why not?"
"Do I honestly have to explain it?"
"Gil, you need a break and you need it badly."
"Why the hell do I need to take care of your stuff? If it's a break for me, then why is it that I have to baby-sit your stuff??"
"Because I just said to. What other reason do you need?"
"Preferably, one I could care about."
"Watch it, Gil." he warned.
Grissom sighed, as he knew there was no way he was going to get out of the ignorant crap that Ecklie had planned. "What am I doing?"
"I have a boat, a yacht actually," Ecklie said proudly.
"Where the hell did you get a yacht?"
"Where does anyone get a yacht? Anyway, I'll need someone to watch it for a few days while some big beer blast type thing is going on over at the lake. Those teenage bastards always mess with my stuff. If you're there, then they won't."
Grissom pinched the bridge of his nose as he responded, "Have I ever told you that I hate you, Conrad?"
"On more than one occasion, Gil. Has it ever stopped me from doing what I wanted, though?"
"No." Grissom sighed loudly. Just freaking great. He already had plans for this weekend. Yes, miracles never cease…Gil Grissom had plans. He was going to the new exhibit at the museum. An exquisite new set of moths and butterflies had come in. Some were ones he already had, but he always liked to revel in the fact that he sometimes had nicer things than even a museum did. "When am I to go about doing this?"
"Leave around noon tomorrow and you should be there in time for the beer bash those asses are going to throw."
"Is there going to be anyone around that I know, at least?"
"Well…no."
"Conrad, this is ridiculous. There is no way I am getting on that boat," Grissom said defiantly.
"Yacht," Ecklie corrected.
"Whatever the hell it is. I'm not getting on it. I hate boats, you know that."
"Yacht," he corrected again. "I don't care. You need a break and I need a favor…the whole 'two birds with one stone' type of thing, you know."
"Can I bring a friend, or is this something I have to do alone?"
"Don't trash the yacht and you can take anyone you want."
Grissom sighed, once again knowing that this was something he was going to have to do. "This is the most idiotic request ever…but I'll go."
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"Hey, Gil. What's up?"
"Catherine…I really hate to ask you for a favor-"
"Oh, no. I don't even think so. The last time you asked me to do something, I couldn't taste anything for a week," she said defensively.
He rolled his eyes. "You don't have to eat anything this time, just go someplace with me."
"Just where is it that I'm going with you?" she asked cautiously.
"Ecklie has this boat that he wants me to watch for the weekend while I'm on 'vacation.'"
"I thought Ecklie had a yacht?"
"Whatever! Will you go with me so that I don't have to deal with it alone? I just want a friend out there to talk to."
"Why don't you go ask Sara? That'd make her day…and yours, I'm sure." Catherine laughed.
He sighed, "She hates me. I'm asking you to go."
"Is it just us, or may I ask someone else to go?"
"He said that so long as we don't trash the stupid thing, whoever wants to go, can."
"When do we leave?" she asked, mentally checking her schedule.
"Tomorrow at noon."
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It didn't take Catherine long to find her future shipmate.
"Hey, Warrick?"
"Yeah? What's up, Cath?"
"What are you doing for the weekend?"
"Uh…nothing that I know of. Why?"
"Wanna hang out on Ecklie's yacht with me and Grissom?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like fun. Count me in." He smiled at the thought of it.
"Invite whoever, it doesn't matter so long as we don't wreck the thing."
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Warrick went out on a search of his own. Damn straight it would be nice to hang out with Catherine the whole time out there, but he might as well have a crazy time too.
Walking into the break room, he found his friend. "Nicky, my boy. What are you doing this weekend?"
"Greg and I were going to a game with his cousin. Why?"
"You want to hit up Ecklie's yacht instead?"
Nick's eyes lit up. "Party at Ecklie's expense? Hell yes. I'll go tell Greg."
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"Greg?"
"I'm not helping you." He responded quickly.
"No, it's nothing like that. Warrick somehow got permission to hang out on Ecklie's yacht for the weekend. You want to cancel the game and hang out there?"
"Sure!" he said excitedly. "Mitch cancelled on us anyways. Something about his dog eating a skunk."
"Cool, then. We leave tomorrow at like noon or something. Invite whoever you know won't crash the thing."
"Anyone?"
"Yeah, Greg, anyone." Nick smiled, knowing just whom Greg would invite.
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Grissom and Catherine stood on the dock waiting for the other's (only one other as far as Grissom knew) to arrive.
Nick showed up first, confusing Grissom.
"Nick, why are you here?"
"Warrick invited me and Greg. Said something about a party on Ecklie's boat."
"It's a yacht." Grissom corrected. "And I invited Catherine…and she invited Warrick. That's all I knew about."
"Well, he invited us and Greg invited-"
"HEY!" Greg yelled, cutting off Nick as he made his way towards the small group.
"Hey, Greg!"
As soon as Greg made his way to the dock, Warrick pulled up…bringing with him someone that Grissom didn't want to have to face.
"Warrick, there is no way I am getting on that boat!" Sara yelled. "You told me we were going to the body farm. What the hell is this?"
Everyone looked at their own inviter and, eventually, all ended up looking at Grissom.
"Well, looks like we're all guarding the stupid yacht this weekend. Everyone go grab a room. By the size of this thing, I'm sure there are plenty for the bunch of us."
Everyone but Grissom and Sara made their way into the yacht rather quickly to stake claims on the room of their choice.
"Why aren't you running in with the rest of them?" Grissom asked.
"Because I really don't want to do this…and because I have no clothes with me for the time here," she said.
"Oh, well, I'll gladly take you home."
"Excuse me, Grissom?"
"I meant so you could pack," he said quickly. "So you can get all the things you'll need."
"I'll be fine on my own." She turned and headed to the car.
"You're coming back…right?" he called after her.
"Why the hell not? Perfect opportunity to piss off Ecklie." She half-smiled.
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When Sara got back, Grissom was out on the dock again.
"What are you doing out here?" She asked.
"I figured I'd help with your bags, and there are only two rooms left. I figured I'd let you take the one you want out of the two of them."
"Gee, how honorable," she said as she moved past him.
Yup, she was still pissed.
Of course, it's not like it wasn't understandable. He did completely understand why she was pissed. Fucking Sofia just had to go and make a scene.
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Sara had been in the break room when she heard that laugh coming down the halls. It was the laugh that one would only hear in the halls when Sofia was overdoing it for Grissom.
Just as Sara turned to look away, (because why bother looking at someone else capturing your man's heart?), she caught, out of the corner of her eye, and incredulous event taking place.
Whorebag McBitchface (as Sara so politely referred to her as in her mind) kissed Grissom on his cheek before she turned to leave for a case interview.
Grissom turned to head back to his office just in time to see Sara in shock. He knew what she'd seen, or thought she'd seen, and also knew that she was beyond the point of pissed.
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"Sara…can we talk?" he asked.
"Sorry, I have a room to pick out," she said as she brushed past him.
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