This is my first Fanfic so be gentle with me. I would love to hear any
constructive criticism or any ideas that you have that could further my
story or even if you just want to say well done ~hint hint~. This story is
mainly about Catherine.
Chapter 1.
"What are you talking about Nicky, Sara could wipe the floor with you any day!" It was a hot balmy evening in Las Vegas and as the CSI team were winding their way down for the evening a hot topic of debate had sparked off nearly an hours worth of fun in the break room.
"She so could not!" Nick gave Catherine a look of mock defensiveness.
"You know I could Nicky," Sara said stepping up close to him, "Just let me try." She winked at him flirtatiously and suddenly the temperature in the room rose significantly.
"What do you think Grissom?" Nick asked, hoping that a man's point of view would shut up these ludicrous ideas.
"I think you should be finishing off that pile of paperwork on your desk." He stated blandly.
"Oh but Grissom." Nick whined like a petulant child and Grissom knew exactly how to deal with him.
"Work or don't get paid. Simple really."
Nick started to saunter away. Under his breath he murmured, "Party pooper."
"I've finished all my work." Warrick added smugly onto Nick's departure. He stretched out in his leather recliner like a Cheshire cat, shrugging away the day's hard work. "And I think that Nick could win in a match between him and Sara any day. You just let me train him first." He said modestly on to the previous statement.
BEEP.
"Grrr why don't these beepers ever shut up!?" Catherine exclaimed obviously annoyed at the intrusion into the friendly banter. "I'll be back," She murmured to no one in particular on her way out of the break room door.
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On the phone.
"Alright, I'll make my way home now, I'll just ask my boss if I can make up the hours another time. Ok I'll see you soon Susie."
Clicking the pay phone back onto its greasy receiver she said to herself, "Damn babysitter."
"Why?" Unaware of Grissom's presence she jumped slightly.
"Oh Lindsay's running a fever and it hasn't come down in the past 2 hours. You would have thought she'd have rung me earlier!" Catherine spat out obviously annoyed at the babysitter's actions.
"It's ok by the way you can make up the hours another time."
"Do you always eavesdrop?"
"Only when I need to. Go home take care of Lindsay. It's not like we're rushed off our feet is it!" Grissom smiled at the blond and nodded his head towards the break room door. "Go get your things and get yourself out of here!"
"Thanks Grissom, I owe you one."
"It's no problem honestly."
Tapping him lightly on the shoulder as a way of saying thank you, she followed his instructions and returned back to the break room.
"What's wrong Catherine?" Sara and Warrick almost said in unison.
"It's the stupid babysitter. Lindsay's been running a fever for over 2 hours apparently and she didn't think to call me sooner. It's true you know. You really can't get the staff these days." Although the mask she wore portrayed something very different, her co-workers could see the blatant worry displayed on her face for her daughter. She meant the world to Catherine.
"Do you want me to walk you to your car?" Warrick asked.
"And who said chivalry was dead?" Smiling she added. "No honestly it's ok I'll be fine. See you tomorrow guys."
Picking up her case and her shades from the table she made her way out of the stuffy building. With a quick wave goodbye to Nick and Greg she finally made her way out of the CSI HQ and started on the journey home to her daughter. Placing her shades over her eyes to protect her from the last dazzling rays of the day she searched for her keys in her jacket pocket. Finally retrieving the desired objects with a satisfactory chink of the keys she opened the trunk to place her case inside. Finishing this task she closed the trunk and moved swiftly around to open the door and sat down on the driver's seat.
Resting her head lightly against the wheel she massaged her temples lightly trying to rid herself of some of the thumping headache she'd had for most of the day. Rotating her head around to try and relieve some of the tightness in her neck, she rested her head slowly back on to the headboard. Letting loose a defeated sigh she closed her eyes momentarily.
She felt the hand clasp over her mouth before she even had the time to scream. The cloth that was in the assailant's hand told her she was being drugged and although she tried to fight it, mercilessly the drug took her under its spell and she fell unconscious. The attacker pulled her slowly onto the back seat not caring about the bumps and bruises she was attaining on the way. Facing her down on the seat he tied her hands behind her back and separately tied her feet together. Flipping her back over with an effortless manoeuvre he stuck the duck tape over her mouth with silent satisfaction.
It felt so good to be getting revenge, he thought. Rolling her off the back seat and onto the floor he clambered over into the drivers seat. Turning the keys in the ignition he sped away, not caring if anyone saw him. Retrieving his shades from their resting place on top of his head and replacing them over his eyes once more he smiled to himself. Opening the window he felt sickeningly contented with the warm breeze that swam around inside the car.
His conscience was clear. This was indeed an act of revenge and he would do anything to get that.
Anything.
Please if you could review as it would mean a lot to me. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!
Chapter 1.
"What are you talking about Nicky, Sara could wipe the floor with you any day!" It was a hot balmy evening in Las Vegas and as the CSI team were winding their way down for the evening a hot topic of debate had sparked off nearly an hours worth of fun in the break room.
"She so could not!" Nick gave Catherine a look of mock defensiveness.
"You know I could Nicky," Sara said stepping up close to him, "Just let me try." She winked at him flirtatiously and suddenly the temperature in the room rose significantly.
"What do you think Grissom?" Nick asked, hoping that a man's point of view would shut up these ludicrous ideas.
"I think you should be finishing off that pile of paperwork on your desk." He stated blandly.
"Oh but Grissom." Nick whined like a petulant child and Grissom knew exactly how to deal with him.
"Work or don't get paid. Simple really."
Nick started to saunter away. Under his breath he murmured, "Party pooper."
"I've finished all my work." Warrick added smugly onto Nick's departure. He stretched out in his leather recliner like a Cheshire cat, shrugging away the day's hard work. "And I think that Nick could win in a match between him and Sara any day. You just let me train him first." He said modestly on to the previous statement.
BEEP.
"Grrr why don't these beepers ever shut up!?" Catherine exclaimed obviously annoyed at the intrusion into the friendly banter. "I'll be back," She murmured to no one in particular on her way out of the break room door.
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On the phone.
"Alright, I'll make my way home now, I'll just ask my boss if I can make up the hours another time. Ok I'll see you soon Susie."
Clicking the pay phone back onto its greasy receiver she said to herself, "Damn babysitter."
"Why?" Unaware of Grissom's presence she jumped slightly.
"Oh Lindsay's running a fever and it hasn't come down in the past 2 hours. You would have thought she'd have rung me earlier!" Catherine spat out obviously annoyed at the babysitter's actions.
"It's ok by the way you can make up the hours another time."
"Do you always eavesdrop?"
"Only when I need to. Go home take care of Lindsay. It's not like we're rushed off our feet is it!" Grissom smiled at the blond and nodded his head towards the break room door. "Go get your things and get yourself out of here!"
"Thanks Grissom, I owe you one."
"It's no problem honestly."
Tapping him lightly on the shoulder as a way of saying thank you, she followed his instructions and returned back to the break room.
"What's wrong Catherine?" Sara and Warrick almost said in unison.
"It's the stupid babysitter. Lindsay's been running a fever for over 2 hours apparently and she didn't think to call me sooner. It's true you know. You really can't get the staff these days." Although the mask she wore portrayed something very different, her co-workers could see the blatant worry displayed on her face for her daughter. She meant the world to Catherine.
"Do you want me to walk you to your car?" Warrick asked.
"And who said chivalry was dead?" Smiling she added. "No honestly it's ok I'll be fine. See you tomorrow guys."
Picking up her case and her shades from the table she made her way out of the stuffy building. With a quick wave goodbye to Nick and Greg she finally made her way out of the CSI HQ and started on the journey home to her daughter. Placing her shades over her eyes to protect her from the last dazzling rays of the day she searched for her keys in her jacket pocket. Finally retrieving the desired objects with a satisfactory chink of the keys she opened the trunk to place her case inside. Finishing this task she closed the trunk and moved swiftly around to open the door and sat down on the driver's seat.
Resting her head lightly against the wheel she massaged her temples lightly trying to rid herself of some of the thumping headache she'd had for most of the day. Rotating her head around to try and relieve some of the tightness in her neck, she rested her head slowly back on to the headboard. Letting loose a defeated sigh she closed her eyes momentarily.
She felt the hand clasp over her mouth before she even had the time to scream. The cloth that was in the assailant's hand told her she was being drugged and although she tried to fight it, mercilessly the drug took her under its spell and she fell unconscious. The attacker pulled her slowly onto the back seat not caring about the bumps and bruises she was attaining on the way. Facing her down on the seat he tied her hands behind her back and separately tied her feet together. Flipping her back over with an effortless manoeuvre he stuck the duck tape over her mouth with silent satisfaction.
It felt so good to be getting revenge, he thought. Rolling her off the back seat and onto the floor he clambered over into the drivers seat. Turning the keys in the ignition he sped away, not caring if anyone saw him. Retrieving his shades from their resting place on top of his head and replacing them over his eyes once more he smiled to himself. Opening the window he felt sickeningly contented with the warm breeze that swam around inside the car.
His conscience was clear. This was indeed an act of revenge and he would do anything to get that.
Anything.
Please if you could review as it would mean a lot to me. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!