"I gotta get Lindsey off to school but it is Monday." Catherine said
somewhat hopefully.
Grissom considered this. Monday afternoon was Lindsey and her cousin's dance class in Henderson. Catherine's sister picked her up from school and kept her overnight. It gave Catherine a little extra time, for sleep or whatever, as she put it.
"I have a mess to clean up here." He stated, although he was really only seeking a little further coddling from Catherine.
"We can finish this tonight. It's not particularly busy. Everybody can help and we'll get all the papers back in the appropriate files. We'll print out new reports for the ones that were messed up." She hesitantly indicated the ones in the middle of the goat piddle on his desk. "It won't take long. Come on, I'll get Linds off to school and meet you at your place." She wheedled.
"Look at my Port-A-Bug Habitat. It's ruined. I didn't even get to try it out." He groused.
"Gil, it only cost nine dollars. We can go to that little Thai restaurant tonight and pick up another one on the way into work." She soothingly offered.
"I'm just feeling a little violated." He grumbled, a petulant little smile playing around his lips.
"Well, is there anything I can do that will make you feel better?" She inquired with an arched eyebrow.
"Well, maybe." He acknowledged. He whispered in her ear.
"I think I could arrange that." Catherine gave him a wicked little grin and sauntered out of his office, allowing him plenty of time to admire the view.
At the front doors of the CSI building, Nick watched Zeus caper down the sidewalk with his family. He was a little sad. Sara watched him from the hall. "He's such a sweet guy. Who else would get so attached to an obnoxious little goat." She sighed.
"Hey, cowboy, wanna get some steak and eggs for breakfast." Sara inquired as she approached him.
"Um, I suppose." Nick responded then added. "Hey! I thought you were a vegetarian."
"I can't eat pork, yet. But, I'm determined to overcome this, and I don't think goat will be on my list any time soon. Chicken, turkey and beef are fine. So, steak and eggs, maybe a beer or two?" She nudged.
"Yeah, goat is definitely not on my list either. You know, it's really nice of you to cheer me up. I didn't think I would get so attached." He said with a grin as wide as the western skies and looped an arm around her waist.
"Maybe you oughta get a puppy." She suggested.
"Nope, I don't think so." He vetoed the idea as he slipped his hand in hers.
"Okay, how 'bout a girlfriend." Sara proposed, thinking she still had that lacy little red number in her lingerie drawer.
"That would depend on the girl in question." He drawled with a wink and a smile.
As they made their way to the parking lot, a taxi pulled up and Hodges shakily exited the back. "I'll only be a minute." He told the driver. As he turned around, they caught sight of his face. He had a huge bandage over his nose, both his eyes were blackened, and he had a nasty purplish bruise spreading across his chin.
"What happened to you?" Sara exclaimed.
"I tripped over something and fell." He morosely stated, snuffled, winced then rushed off. He really didn't want to discuss it.
"He looks like a reverse raccoon." Sara said, then added. "I wonder what happened?"
"I believe he fell victim to 'Billy, The Attack Goat'!" Nick replied with a chuckle.
"No! Three cheers for the Goat!" Sara gleefully cried. She grabbed Nick by the arm. "You gotta tell me the whole story!"
"Over breakfast, I promise." He responded.
Grissom considered this. Monday afternoon was Lindsey and her cousin's dance class in Henderson. Catherine's sister picked her up from school and kept her overnight. It gave Catherine a little extra time, for sleep or whatever, as she put it.
"I have a mess to clean up here." He stated, although he was really only seeking a little further coddling from Catherine.
"We can finish this tonight. It's not particularly busy. Everybody can help and we'll get all the papers back in the appropriate files. We'll print out new reports for the ones that were messed up." She hesitantly indicated the ones in the middle of the goat piddle on his desk. "It won't take long. Come on, I'll get Linds off to school and meet you at your place." She wheedled.
"Look at my Port-A-Bug Habitat. It's ruined. I didn't even get to try it out." He groused.
"Gil, it only cost nine dollars. We can go to that little Thai restaurant tonight and pick up another one on the way into work." She soothingly offered.
"I'm just feeling a little violated." He grumbled, a petulant little smile playing around his lips.
"Well, is there anything I can do that will make you feel better?" She inquired with an arched eyebrow.
"Well, maybe." He acknowledged. He whispered in her ear.
"I think I could arrange that." Catherine gave him a wicked little grin and sauntered out of his office, allowing him plenty of time to admire the view.
At the front doors of the CSI building, Nick watched Zeus caper down the sidewalk with his family. He was a little sad. Sara watched him from the hall. "He's such a sweet guy. Who else would get so attached to an obnoxious little goat." She sighed.
"Hey, cowboy, wanna get some steak and eggs for breakfast." Sara inquired as she approached him.
"Um, I suppose." Nick responded then added. "Hey! I thought you were a vegetarian."
"I can't eat pork, yet. But, I'm determined to overcome this, and I don't think goat will be on my list any time soon. Chicken, turkey and beef are fine. So, steak and eggs, maybe a beer or two?" She nudged.
"Yeah, goat is definitely not on my list either. You know, it's really nice of you to cheer me up. I didn't think I would get so attached." He said with a grin as wide as the western skies and looped an arm around her waist.
"Maybe you oughta get a puppy." She suggested.
"Nope, I don't think so." He vetoed the idea as he slipped his hand in hers.
"Okay, how 'bout a girlfriend." Sara proposed, thinking she still had that lacy little red number in her lingerie drawer.
"That would depend on the girl in question." He drawled with a wink and a smile.
As they made their way to the parking lot, a taxi pulled up and Hodges shakily exited the back. "I'll only be a minute." He told the driver. As he turned around, they caught sight of his face. He had a huge bandage over his nose, both his eyes were blackened, and he had a nasty purplish bruise spreading across his chin.
"What happened to you?" Sara exclaimed.
"I tripped over something and fell." He morosely stated, snuffled, winced then rushed off. He really didn't want to discuss it.
"He looks like a reverse raccoon." Sara said, then added. "I wonder what happened?"
"I believe he fell victim to 'Billy, The Attack Goat'!" Nick replied with a chuckle.
"No! Three cheers for the Goat!" Sara gleefully cried. She grabbed Nick by the arm. "You gotta tell me the whole story!"
"Over breakfast, I promise." He responded.
