Catherine cleaned up the goat turds and flushed them down the toilet. She
eased up to the open door of the lab Grissom was occupying. She leaned in
the doorway watched him for a moment to determine his true mood. Besides,
she just liked to watch him when he was unaware she was present. She also
liked to estimate how long it would take him to realize he was being
observed. "3..,2..,1, now!" She mentally counted down, as Grissom lifted
his head from the microscope, a slight frown on his features. He looked at
her, eyes narrowing, as he observed her bemused expression.
"All cleaned up, I presume." He stated.
"Yep." She replied. "Bad night, hum?"
"Well, yeah. First, I get called out early and scrambled the whole team for 'the double homicide that wasn't,' then I was molested by a goat twice in one night. I think that qualifies as a bad night." He answered; however, a little smile was playing around his lips.
"Umm, I always heard about Wyoming boys and sheep, but I didn't know about California boys and goats." Catherine said playfully.
"Wyoming boys and sheep?" He questioned, although he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Yeah, Wyoming, where the men are men, and the sheep are afraaaaaaid!" She giggled.
He laughed, despite himself. He shouldn't encourage her but he couldn't resist. "I'm definitely not into bestiality. So, what do the Wyoming folks say about Montana boys."
"Probably something similar." She responded. "You up for breakfast?"
"Certainly. Let me take care of a couple of things. Your place?" He inquired.
"Yeah, Lindsey loves it when you make breakfast." Catherine said, she couldn't help herself so she added with a wicked little grin. "Maybe you'll get molested again."
He grinned back at her. "Maybe I'd like that, as long as no goat spit is involved."
"Cross my heart." She replied.
"All cleaned up, I presume." He stated.
"Yep." She replied. "Bad night, hum?"
"Well, yeah. First, I get called out early and scrambled the whole team for 'the double homicide that wasn't,' then I was molested by a goat twice in one night. I think that qualifies as a bad night." He answered; however, a little smile was playing around his lips.
"Umm, I always heard about Wyoming boys and sheep, but I didn't know about California boys and goats." Catherine said playfully.
"Wyoming boys and sheep?" He questioned, although he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Yeah, Wyoming, where the men are men, and the sheep are afraaaaaaid!" She giggled.
He laughed, despite himself. He shouldn't encourage her but he couldn't resist. "I'm definitely not into bestiality. So, what do the Wyoming folks say about Montana boys."
"Probably something similar." She responded. "You up for breakfast?"
"Certainly. Let me take care of a couple of things. Your place?" He inquired.
"Yeah, Lindsey loves it when you make breakfast." Catherine said, she couldn't help herself so she added with a wicked little grin. "Maybe you'll get molested again."
He grinned back at her. "Maybe I'd like that, as long as no goat spit is involved."
"Cross my heart." She replied.
