Title: Snowed In
Chapter: 1
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: This will not be as long as Day After Day but it is a fun, romantic multi-chapter with a small case thrown in. I hope you enjoy.
Nick was busy mastering the art of pen twirling on his fingers when the Sheriff knocked on the Breakroom door. The pen slipped from his grasp and with a clank hit the floor. "Um, Sheriff Mobey, what can I do for you?"
The red headed man handed him a folder. "Give this to Grissom. He was suppose to make the supervisor meeting this afternoon but I'm sure something came up." He did nothing to avoid the sarcasm in his voice. "Tell him now he has to go to the seminar but he can bring one of you along."
"Seminar?" Nick furrowed his brows.
"Yes, there is a seminar next week in Albany."
"New York?"
"Gee, nothing gets past you CSIs, does it?" Nick looked at the folder in front of him and evaded the Sheriff's glare. "Tell him if he doesn't go, he's fired. Do you need to write down the message?"
"I'll remember." Bastard.
The Sheriff exited. Nick opened the folder and took a look at its contents. There were two plane tickets to the Albany International Airport. There were reservations for two rooms at the Marriott. A FYI on the seminar was placed on a blue sheet. It read- Seeing Relationships Where They Appear Hidden. A huge grin appeared on Nick's face, he had a crazy idea but it might work. He would need Catherine's help.
"Cat," he spoke as he entered the layout room. She was busy looking at crystal particles found on a dead girl.
"What's up, Nicky?"
"I have an evil idea and I need your help."
She raised one eyebrow. "Okay, I'm interested."
He showed her the folder and explained what the Sheriff said. The smile on Catherine's face told him she was on the same page as him. "So," Nick started, "what if we tell Sara she has to go too."
"Oh, a lie, I like it."
"Then we can cancel their reservations at the Marriott and find them a nice little bed and breakfast. Oh, and darn, they only have one room available, I guess Griss and Sara will have to share."
"I like the sound of it but Nick we really can't mess with their lives."
He shook his head. "This is too perfect. Look at the title of the seminar. Those two belong together, they just need a little nudge."
"A little nudge is not putting them in the same room together." Catherine let out a laugh.
"They can always find another hotel if they are uncomfortable."
"Nick Stokes, I never want you to fix me up!" She bagged up the evidence and tapped him on the shoulder. "Okay, lets go tell them, I can't wait to see the look on their faces."
Grissom and Sara were in Ballistics talking with Bobby about a gun casing found at a scene of a crime. Catherine motioned both of them over. Nick had to suppress a smile.
"Is there a new development in the case?" Grissom and his one-track mind.
"No," Catherine started searching for a way to say what she had to, "Mobey stopped by, he said you and Sara have to go to this seminar." She handed Grissom the folder which how was absent of a hotel receipt.
Grissom scanned the information and frowned. "I can't go, I have cases."
"It's not a choice." Catherine put her best fake sorry look on.
"Damn it," Sara muttered. Two of a pair.
Grissom sighed, his eyes grew focused. He looked through the material in the folder. "There are no hotel reservations."
"Oh, yeah, Mobey said for me to find you a place." Nick shrugged his shoulders.
Grissom looked at Sara. "Well, I guess we don't have a choice."
"No," she agreed. "Why do I have to go?"
Nick looked at Catherine and continued the lie. "He said you have been accumulating too many hours at work. He thinks you need a break."
Grissom pushed his glasses back on his nose. "Let me guess, I forgot about some supervisor meeting and this is my punishment."
Nick sighed. "Yeah, sorry."
"Well, I guess we have no choice. Have you ever been to Albany, Sara?"
Four days later the trip was ready. Grissom was still at work after pulling a double and Sara was to meet him there for the ride over to the airport. Nick and Catherine met up in the locker room.
"Is everything set?" Catherine asked.
Nick smiled. "Yup, I got a reservation at Dottie's Inn which is a quaint bed and breakfast with a nice roaring fireplace. Dottie is an old romantic so after I told her about our favorite couple she agreed to fill up all her rooms."
Catherine looked puzzled. "You mean she'll pretend they're full?"
Nick shook his head. "Nope, she has several grandchildren, cousins and old friends living in the area. They have agreed to stay at the bed and breakfast so that there is only one room left."
"We need to send them something nice."
"A fruit basket?"
Catherine frowned.
"Okay, we'll think about that later." Nick remembered something. "Oh, by the way I think they are going to be stuck in Albany for a few days."
"Nick, it's only a two day seminar, one night, that's it."
"You need to check your New York weather reports. A major Noreastern is approaching the area. It's suppose to drop up to three feet of snow." Nick winked.
"Oh, this is too good." Catherine and Nick left the locker room.
Grissom was approaching down the gray hallway, head buried in a folder. Nick and Catherine exchanged a look.
"Griss, I got your hotel reservations all set." Nick took them from his back pocket.
Grissom put down the folder on a nearby desk and took the paper Nick had. With a curious glance he looked at the younger CSI. "Um, Nick this is a reservation for a Dottie's Inn."
"Yeah, well all the other hotels were booked."
"Why?" Grissom looked him questionally.
Nick was not prepared to answer that. "Well, um, you see um, there's a...a big meeting of cow ranchers."
Catherine rubbed her forehead. Niiiickkk, she thought.
"Cow ranchers?" Grissom raised one eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know it's strange but that's what all the hotel managers said." He put his hands up in a "don't ask me" way.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" Sara had bounced into the hallway, one bag swung over her arm.
"Yes, let me get my luggage." Grissom stopped and swept her eyes over her. "That's all you're bringing?"
She shrugged. "We're only going to be there two days."
"Maybe more." Nick muttered to Catherine.
"Okay," Grissom handed her the inn reservations. "Hold on to these please, while I get my stuff." Taking in her strange look at what she was seeing he said, "There is a cow rancher convention so that's all Nick could get for us."
"Cow..." Sara looked at Catherine and Nick trying to gage their reactions. "Cow ranchers." Neither of them blinked. "Okay, then." She let out a sigh that made her shoulders go up and then down.
The unsuspecting duo left leaving Catherine and Nick to finally let out the laughs they were holding in.
"Is that all you could think of? Cow ranchers?" Catherine shook her head.
"Hey, at least they bought it."
"Let's hope our plan works and they don't come home calling us Brutus."
"Well, we didn't stab them in the back like Brutus did to his good bud Caesar."
Catherine grinned. "You know I can take Grissom and Sara hating me forever as long as they make some magic on this trip."
Nick adjusted the baseball hat on his head. "I feel like singing." Catherine gave him a strange glance. "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" They both erupted into laughter.
Grissom grabbed his two bags of luggage from the floor of his office. He noticed sweat on his hands. It's just a seminar, he told himself. You met her at a seminar. We are just two colleagues going on a work-related trip. God, she smells good. She must have taken a shower. Stop it, Gil!
He walked out of his office and bumped directly into Sara. "Sorry."
"It's okay." She smiled a bright gap-toothed ray of sunshine.
Sure, this was going to be just a regular trip. You're fooling yourself, Gil.
To be continued...
Chapter: 1
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: This will not be as long as Day After Day but it is a fun, romantic multi-chapter with a small case thrown in. I hope you enjoy.
Nick was busy mastering the art of pen twirling on his fingers when the Sheriff knocked on the Breakroom door. The pen slipped from his grasp and with a clank hit the floor. "Um, Sheriff Mobey, what can I do for you?"
The red headed man handed him a folder. "Give this to Grissom. He was suppose to make the supervisor meeting this afternoon but I'm sure something came up." He did nothing to avoid the sarcasm in his voice. "Tell him now he has to go to the seminar but he can bring one of you along."
"Seminar?" Nick furrowed his brows.
"Yes, there is a seminar next week in Albany."
"New York?"
"Gee, nothing gets past you CSIs, does it?" Nick looked at the folder in front of him and evaded the Sheriff's glare. "Tell him if he doesn't go, he's fired. Do you need to write down the message?"
"I'll remember." Bastard.
The Sheriff exited. Nick opened the folder and took a look at its contents. There were two plane tickets to the Albany International Airport. There were reservations for two rooms at the Marriott. A FYI on the seminar was placed on a blue sheet. It read- Seeing Relationships Where They Appear Hidden. A huge grin appeared on Nick's face, he had a crazy idea but it might work. He would need Catherine's help.
"Cat," he spoke as he entered the layout room. She was busy looking at crystal particles found on a dead girl.
"What's up, Nicky?"
"I have an evil idea and I need your help."
She raised one eyebrow. "Okay, I'm interested."
He showed her the folder and explained what the Sheriff said. The smile on Catherine's face told him she was on the same page as him. "So," Nick started, "what if we tell Sara she has to go too."
"Oh, a lie, I like it."
"Then we can cancel their reservations at the Marriott and find them a nice little bed and breakfast. Oh, and darn, they only have one room available, I guess Griss and Sara will have to share."
"I like the sound of it but Nick we really can't mess with their lives."
He shook his head. "This is too perfect. Look at the title of the seminar. Those two belong together, they just need a little nudge."
"A little nudge is not putting them in the same room together." Catherine let out a laugh.
"They can always find another hotel if they are uncomfortable."
"Nick Stokes, I never want you to fix me up!" She bagged up the evidence and tapped him on the shoulder. "Okay, lets go tell them, I can't wait to see the look on their faces."
Grissom and Sara were in Ballistics talking with Bobby about a gun casing found at a scene of a crime. Catherine motioned both of them over. Nick had to suppress a smile.
"Is there a new development in the case?" Grissom and his one-track mind.
"No," Catherine started searching for a way to say what she had to, "Mobey stopped by, he said you and Sara have to go to this seminar." She handed Grissom the folder which how was absent of a hotel receipt.
Grissom scanned the information and frowned. "I can't go, I have cases."
"It's not a choice." Catherine put her best fake sorry look on.
"Damn it," Sara muttered. Two of a pair.
Grissom sighed, his eyes grew focused. He looked through the material in the folder. "There are no hotel reservations."
"Oh, yeah, Mobey said for me to find you a place." Nick shrugged his shoulders.
Grissom looked at Sara. "Well, I guess we don't have a choice."
"No," she agreed. "Why do I have to go?"
Nick looked at Catherine and continued the lie. "He said you have been accumulating too many hours at work. He thinks you need a break."
Grissom pushed his glasses back on his nose. "Let me guess, I forgot about some supervisor meeting and this is my punishment."
Nick sighed. "Yeah, sorry."
"Well, I guess we have no choice. Have you ever been to Albany, Sara?"
Four days later the trip was ready. Grissom was still at work after pulling a double and Sara was to meet him there for the ride over to the airport. Nick and Catherine met up in the locker room.
"Is everything set?" Catherine asked.
Nick smiled. "Yup, I got a reservation at Dottie's Inn which is a quaint bed and breakfast with a nice roaring fireplace. Dottie is an old romantic so after I told her about our favorite couple she agreed to fill up all her rooms."
Catherine looked puzzled. "You mean she'll pretend they're full?"
Nick shook his head. "Nope, she has several grandchildren, cousins and old friends living in the area. They have agreed to stay at the bed and breakfast so that there is only one room left."
"We need to send them something nice."
"A fruit basket?"
Catherine frowned.
"Okay, we'll think about that later." Nick remembered something. "Oh, by the way I think they are going to be stuck in Albany for a few days."
"Nick, it's only a two day seminar, one night, that's it."
"You need to check your New York weather reports. A major Noreastern is approaching the area. It's suppose to drop up to three feet of snow." Nick winked.
"Oh, this is too good." Catherine and Nick left the locker room.
Grissom was approaching down the gray hallway, head buried in a folder. Nick and Catherine exchanged a look.
"Griss, I got your hotel reservations all set." Nick took them from his back pocket.
Grissom put down the folder on a nearby desk and took the paper Nick had. With a curious glance he looked at the younger CSI. "Um, Nick this is a reservation for a Dottie's Inn."
"Yeah, well all the other hotels were booked."
"Why?" Grissom looked him questionally.
Nick was not prepared to answer that. "Well, um, you see um, there's a...a big meeting of cow ranchers."
Catherine rubbed her forehead. Niiiickkk, she thought.
"Cow ranchers?" Grissom raised one eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know it's strange but that's what all the hotel managers said." He put his hands up in a "don't ask me" way.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" Sara had bounced into the hallway, one bag swung over her arm.
"Yes, let me get my luggage." Grissom stopped and swept her eyes over her. "That's all you're bringing?"
She shrugged. "We're only going to be there two days."
"Maybe more." Nick muttered to Catherine.
"Okay," Grissom handed her the inn reservations. "Hold on to these please, while I get my stuff." Taking in her strange look at what she was seeing he said, "There is a cow rancher convention so that's all Nick could get for us."
"Cow..." Sara looked at Catherine and Nick trying to gage their reactions. "Cow ranchers." Neither of them blinked. "Okay, then." She let out a sigh that made her shoulders go up and then down.
The unsuspecting duo left leaving Catherine and Nick to finally let out the laughs they were holding in.
"Is that all you could think of? Cow ranchers?" Catherine shook her head.
"Hey, at least they bought it."
"Let's hope our plan works and they don't come home calling us Brutus."
"Well, we didn't stab them in the back like Brutus did to his good bud Caesar."
Catherine grinned. "You know I can take Grissom and Sara hating me forever as long as they make some magic on this trip."
Nick adjusted the baseball hat on his head. "I feel like singing." Catherine gave him a strange glance. "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" They both erupted into laughter.
Grissom grabbed his two bags of luggage from the floor of his office. He noticed sweat on his hands. It's just a seminar, he told himself. You met her at a seminar. We are just two colleagues going on a work-related trip. God, she smells good. She must have taken a shower. Stop it, Gil!
He walked out of his office and bumped directly into Sara. "Sorry."
"It's okay." She smiled a bright gap-toothed ray of sunshine.
Sure, this was going to be just a regular trip. You're fooling yourself, Gil.
To be continued...