This Is Your Song

Chapter Two

Author''s Notes: This chapter was originally never supposed to exist, but here it is.

Thanks: To Tash, as always. And to Amber, for being cool and for making me laugh and for convincing me to post chapter one, which (obviously) lead to what you''re reading now, which is, in case you weren''t paying attention, chapter two. And also thanks goes to Liona, because she''s so damn funny. To Ewan McGreggor and Nicole Kidman, for inspiration

Dedication: I would like to dedicate this fan fiction to Katie Marie Wallace. This is your song.

Disclaimers: Shut up and touch the monkey!

When the song ended, he pulled me gently away from his body and smiled. ""Want to go get a drink?"" I nodded, and we walked up the bar, taking our seats on the wooden stools that sat there.

He looked at me oddly again, seeming to see something in my eyes that even I didn''t know was there. When he ordered me another Bud and we began chatting normally again, I almost thought things would return to the way they had always been. When we went into work tonight, I could pretend I hadn''t heard him sing those beautiful lyrics. I could pretend I didn''t know they were meant for me.

""Damn."" Warrick swore, looking over my shoulder, his brow creased. I looked in the direction of his eyes and saw Nick, making his way through the crowd toward us.

Immediately I began to sweat. What would he think when he saw us here together? I shook my head and cleared my thoughts, deciding to act normal and make Nick think nothing was out of the ordinary.

""Hey Bro!"" Nick gave Warrick a complicated-looking version of the classic high-five and turned to smile at me. ""Cat, what are you doing here? Come to see my man do his thang?""

I rolled my eyes. ""Something like that."" Warrick laughed.

""Catherine''s just here to check out my gig."" Warrick said, and I smiled. I liked the way he said my name.

""Did you like Ricky''s stuff?"" Nick asked me, sitting down on the stool beside mine and ordering a screwdriver. I was irritated, I didn''t want him here. I didn''t stop to wonder why that was, just started talking.

""Oh yeah, I really liked it."" I took a sip of my Budweiser and winked at Warrick. ""He has a beautiful voice and a real talent for writing music.""

Warrick blushed and Nick whistled. ""Looks like someone''s got a crush on you, buddy."" He reached over me and poked his friend in the shoulder. I just laughed, not knowing how else to respond to Nick''s childishness.
""You''re like a four year-old, bro."" Apparently, Warrick did.

""Oh come on, you two think I can''t see what''s going on here?"" Nick asked, raising his eyebrows. ""I come here and find you two sitting oh-so- close at the bar, there''s alcohol, slow music, and my man Jimmy tells me as I''m coming in that Warrick has found himself a woman, that the two of you were dancing without a sliver of daylight between you just a few minutes ago."" Warrick winced and pounded the table.

""Damn Jimmy."" Warrick said. I looked down at my glass, wondering if Nick would surprise me and get even more annoying. ""He doesn''t know what he''s talking about, Cat and I were just dancing."" He told Nick, fingering the edge of his Scotch glass.

Nick put his hands up in defense. ""Hey, whatever is going on here is none of my business. I just came to see the hot waitress."" Warrick chuckled softly, and I gave off a confused expression.

""Hot waitress?"" I asked, finishing off my beer and motioning for the bartender to fill it up again. Warrick pushed away his Scotch. I was impressed that he hadn''t drank more than two gulps all night.

""Chantelle. She''s gorgeous, and brainy too."" Nick answered, looking around.

""She''s off-duty tonight, man."" Warrick said, and Nick pouted.

My cell phone suddenly started to ring, and I took it out of my purse and flipped it open, wondering who the hell could be calling this late at night. ""Catherine Willows."" I greeted.

""Cat, it''s Grissom."" I rolled my eyes. ""I need you to come to the lab right now, we''ve got a case.""

""Aw, c''mon Gil, shift doesn''t start for another hour!"" I whined, tugging at the handle of my beer glass.

""Catherine, have you been drinking?"" He asked me, and I wondered how he knew. He didn''t wait for my answer. ""You only drink on special occasions. What''s up?""

""Nothing''s up, I haven''t been drinking."" I lied, knowing full well I was on my third of the night. I saw Warrick looking at me through the corner of my eye, and noticed the absence of Nick sitting beside me. He must have left for the bathroom, I thought.

""Then what''s with the uncharacteristic whining?"" Gil asked, his voice disapproving.

""I was sleeping when you called."" I tried not to slur my words.

""Sleeping with your Pink CD playing?"" He asked me, almost laughing. I wondered fleetingly how he knew the music in the background was Pink, but then came up with my answer.

""You spend too much time with Greg."" I stated, chugging down half of my beer and smiling at Warrick.

""It''s because I''m dedicated to the lab, which is where you should be right now. Come quickly, this is a hot case."" He stopped, and I knew he was thinking. ""Wait, forget I said that. Call Warrick from wherever it is you are right now, get him to pick you up. He should be at home. I don''t want you driving, we both know from experience that you can''t hold your liquor.""
I laughed. ""Don''t bring up that night.""

""I wasn''t."" Gil said, and I could tell by the agitation in his voice he wanted to hang up. ""Promise me you won''t drive?""

""I promise.""

""That''s my girl. Bye."" He said, and waited for me to say it back. I laughed, thinking he must really be worried about me.

""Goodbye Gil."" I said, trying to sound irritated. I pushed ''end'' on my phone and stood up. ""Gil wants us at the lab right away."" Warrick raised one eyebrow but said nothing as he stood.

""Could you give me a ride? A friend drove me here."" He told me regretfully. I shook my head.

""The boss says I''m not allowed to drive, so you can take my car."" I threw him my keys.

He grinned. ""I was about to suggest the same thing.""