RESPONSE TO REVIEWS: How about a Lovers Triangle and I'll keep you in suspense until the very end. Only then will you know the outcome. I promise, Warrick will get his chance. Maybe I'll have Greg come into the picture too. Then there'd be a Lovers Square, or something. The thought had crossed my mind. I just go with the flow when I write. I put down whatever comes to mind as I'm going. Hopefully whatever comes to my mind is good. Again, thank you to all of you who have written me feedback. A note--Because of the way this story seems to be making me go, I changes the category from General/Humor to Romance/Angst. I was hoping to get away from those categories, but I guess that's my niche.
Daddy Dearest: Part 3
By LissaMarie
August 10-11, 2002
"Dad, I can hold my own. I don't need you trying to look over my shoulder at the office," Kaitlyn told Grissom firmly as she placed a breakfast plate down in front of him. She sat down with her own plate across from him at the dining room table.
"I wasn't trying to look over your shoulder. I know that you are a capable investigator and an excellent scientist," he pacified her while looking at his food as if she would try to poison him.
"A capable investigator?" Kaitlyn asked lifting an eyebrow at him. "Gee, dad, thanks for the faith. It's nice to know that you think I'm 'capable'." She stood up with her plate and dumped it into the sink.
Grissom sucked in a breath. "Kaite, that isn't what I meant. You're an intuitive investigator. I just never thought that it was something that you wanted to do."
"Of course it's something that I've wanted to do. I always liked hearing about the science and techniques you and your team used to catch criminals," Kaitlyn told him honestly. She sat back down at the table and got a goofy grin on her face. "Besides, now you get to have me around all the time, and is there anyone else that you know that can put up with your bugs and weird habits?"
Grissom gave her a half smile and pushed his plate of eggs and sausage between them. Kait grabbed a sausage link and preceded to tell her father all about her first case with the LVPD Crime Lab.
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Nick found Kait in the break room that evening. There were several stacks of books surrounding her, and his curiosity got the best of him. He took one from the top of the closest stack and discovered she was reading up on the criminal mind.
"Heavy reading," he said into her ear making her jump.
"Hey!" Kait turned around and slapped his leg since it was what she could reach from her position on the floor in the corner of the room. "I didn't hear you come in. I'm just trying to figure out what happened to that gril that we brought in last night. None of it makes sense to me."
"Did you find a cause of death?" Nick questioned sitting down next to her. He didn't understand why she was on the floor instead of using the table, but decided to just go with it.
"There were several different foreign elements in her blood stream. I sent it down to the lab to get a better analysis, but so far, I'm thinking death by poisoning," Kait sighed dropping her book down in her lap and rubbed her eyes.
"Suicide?" Nick suggested.
"She beat herself up, poisoned herself, stripped off her own clothing, and dumped her own body in the alley?" she retorted playfully.
"Or not," he conceded. "'The Evil That Men Do'? Interesting choice of reading material. I personally prefer something a little--"
"I'm not going to sleep with you," Kait interrupted to inform him. She sat back and looked at him carefully. He was attractive--very attractive--which was all the more reason for her to avoid him. She had made it this far and she'd be damned if she loose it all now.
"What made you think that I want to..." Nick started until he notived her raised eyebrow. "Okay, I admit, the thought had crossed my mind, but believe it or not, I like talking to you and being around you. You're very interesting, and I'd like to get to know you better."
"That's fair enough, I guess. Just keep what I said in mind because it's the truth," Kait told him sternly.
"Can I ask why?" Nick questioned gently, unable to keep himself from doing so.
Instead of answering, Kait pulled a necklace from under her shirt and took it off. Her gaze fell to it for a second before handing it to Nick to see. On a thin gold chain, she had a small, round gold medal.
"What is this?"
"It's a Catholic Saint's medal that my father gave me for my 13th birthday. St. Agnes of Rome. She was born sometime around A.D. 240--or later depending on what you read--in Rome. She was a 13 year old Catholic girl who was ordered to sacrifice to the Pagan gods and lose her virginity. Instead of doing either or marrying one of the many suitors who came to her, she was killed, chastity intact. She's the patron saint of chastity." (AN: This story was researched at http://www.catholic-forum.com/saints/sainta05.htm)
"I think I get where this is going. And I respect that," Nick told her. "Hell, I admire that. Right now, I'd really like to ask you to dinner." The last part of what he was saying was rushed, but he knew Kait understood him.
"I don't think so," Kait informed him softly. She sounded almost saddened by the idea. She took her necklace back from Nick and got up to leave the break room. "I'm going down to see how far Greg has gotten with the chemical analysis so far. I'll see you down there?"
"Yeah," he told her with a small smile that disappeared after she left the room. "Right after the bruises on my ego fade."
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"Hey, Greg-o!" Kait tried to sound cheerful as she entered the lab. She was having trouble with that after turning Nick away so soon. It hardly seemed fair, but she knew in the long run, distance was what was needed.
"Hi, Kait, and before you ask--No, I am not done with the sample that you sent me," Greg Sanders told the newest CSI as she came up behind him.
"I wasn't going to ask. I just wanted to keep you company. I've already done everything that I can to get this girl identified, and I've gone through the little evidence that we have. Frankly I'm bored and would much rather be busy," she admitted sitting down next to him.
"Something on your mind, kid?" Greg asked. He had gotten to know Kaitlyn when she first came to the Crime Lab to discuss getting a job. They had talked for awhile since it was a slow night for Greg and had really hit it off.
"Nothing much, really," she lied.
"Uh, huh. I'm here if you want to talk about it," he told her receiving a thankful grin from Kaitlyn.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Just in case it isn't obvious...Kait is a devout Catholic, and as such, is practicing abstinence before marriage (Which I understand is a factor in many religions). This isn't a religious story. There will be little or no discussion of religion. I read that Grissom's daughter/Nick fic a little while ago to make sure I was going in a different direction, and I think that this would add to that. Will a guy that had sex with a prostitute (Reformed prostitute, whatever) be able to be in a romantic relationship without a physical relationship? I still don't know. Maybe. I'm definitely not knocking Nick. I love Nick, really. That's all. The next part should be out soon.