Felt like this story need a little more so whipped this baby up very quickly. Short but sweet. Please let me know what you think.
January 2nd – 7:05am
CSI Breakroom
Catherine noticed something was unusual the moment she walked into the breakroom when she had arrived at work some 10 hours earlier; the talking had ceased and glances were thrown her way. She had to admit that she didn't expect any less; particularly from her co-workers. Kissing your boss in front of dozens of people who you know, would never go unnoticed or become an unmentionable topic of conversation – infact this particular occurrence had been spread around like wild fire and had been dissected until nothing more could be said on the subject. This, however, still did not seem to stop the talk, although everyone had decided not to mention anything about it to Grissom or to Catherine.
Catherine, although admitting to Grissom that their prank together became more like something she wanted to do, had also mentioned to him that she understood that nothing serious would happen between them. Grissom agreed with Catherine, with the same reluctance, but both were content to have fun while it lasted.
"Hi guys," Catherine said at the end of her long and tedious night, but still in her usual vivacious manner.
Warrick, Nick, Sara and Greg were all in the breakroom. All replied their 'hellos' and enquired after her case.
"It was a dud. Turns out our man stole his own money from his own bank to claim the insurance. Clever, huh?... Hi, Grissom."
"Hi." Grissom had just entered the breakroom looking tired but happy.
Grissom now, however unaware, had the full attention of the whole room, apart from Catherine, while he walked towards her as she was taking a snack out of the microwave. They watched him snake his arm around her stomach and spin her round to face him, all whilst she was taking a bite out of her small chunk of food.
Now with his two hands holding her waist, Grissom said,
"Don't fill yourself up before breakfast."
Catherine rested her elbows on Grissom's arms, still with her snack up to her lips.
"I wouldn't dream of it," she replied.
"Good," Grissom said, and kissed her lightly and quickly on her lips. Catherine smiled at him and walked over to the chairs where their 'audience' was waiting, gaping at the couple. Recently this had become the more common expression used when looking at Catherine and Grissom.
Something suddenly clicked with Greg.
"It was Grissom you kissed under the mistletoe, not Warrick!" he exclaimed.
"Well done, Greg," Catherine remarked with evident sarcasm. "Full marks." She smiled at Warrick as Grissom came over to join the group, sitting opposite Catherine.
Feet stretched out in front of him, Grissom managed, purely by accident, to touch the tip of Catherine's feet, apparently absent of shoes. She looked across the table at him, and he felt her begin to rub her feet slowly against his. One of her feet went to the back of one of his shoes and he felt the shoe subtly slide off as Catherine tugged gently at it.
Their little game lasted as a conversation about the night's cases got underway. All the while, through Catherine and Grissom's answers and questions mixed up in the conversation, their feet continued to press against one another. Catherine had no idea what Grissom was thinking, but her stomach was telling her that she was beginning to become wound up by their actions. She began to drift away from the conversation and could only concentrate on the movement between her and Grissom. His foot stroked the length of one of Catherine's then moved around it, making Catherine's legs feel like jelly.
"Right, I'm off home then." Warrick stood up and walked to the sink to wash up his mug that was earlier filled with coffee.
This brought Catherine out of her reverie and she pulled away from Grissom.
"Night, guys. See you tomorrow," Warrick continued.
"Not me," Catherine said. "Day off," she continued at Warrick's questioning glance.
"Alright, well, night everyone," Warrick said, and along with goodbyes from the rest of the people in the room, he set off.
"I might call it a night too," This time a slight Texas drawl sounded round the room. People said their goodbyes to Nick and he also left the room.
One by one the night shift departed from the breakroom leaving only Grissom and Catherine, who purposefully delayed their own farewells until everyone else had left. Once the last person walked out of the room Catherine lifted herself out of her chair and sat on the sofa that Grissom was occupying. She slumped down next to him, lifted her left leg and crossed it over his right one. Grissom responsively put his arm around Catherine as she leaned against him.
"Tired?" he enquired.
"Sort of," she replied, then looked up to Grissom's face. He slowly lowered his head towards Catherine's and kissed her lips slowly and gently. He heard her groan quietly as she felt him slide his tongue tenderly into her mouth. After a while Catherine pulled away. She looked at Grissom, faces still close together and in a low whisper, said,
"You've never done that when we've been alone before."
"I'm sorry," Grissom said, with worry forming his features slightly.
"Don't apologise," Catherine told him with a smile. "I liked it."
A sudden noise sounded by the door and both Grissom and Catherine's heads turned as Greg walked back into the breakroom. He had seen Grissom and Catherine as he entered the room and, without stopping, he gave the couple on the sofa a big grin and said,
"Don't mind me. Forgot my pie."
He went to the fridge, took out his pie and walked out of the room; all while Catherine was leaning on Grissom with one leg over his. Their eyes followed Greg in and out of the room. Neither said word and disbelief was evident in their features.
"Guess what their topic to each other on the phone will be this morning," Grissom remarked.
Catherine laughingly agreed, then heard Grissom say, "Come on, I want some breakfast."
"Ok," Catherine said as she lifted herself out of her seat. "Your place or mine?"
Grissom looked at her and saw that her expression was serious. He had not expected their fun and games to go this far. He made his decision.
"Yours."
The End.
Hope you like it. r&r. Cath
January 2nd – 7:05am
CSI Breakroom
Catherine noticed something was unusual the moment she walked into the breakroom when she had arrived at work some 10 hours earlier; the talking had ceased and glances were thrown her way. She had to admit that she didn't expect any less; particularly from her co-workers. Kissing your boss in front of dozens of people who you know, would never go unnoticed or become an unmentionable topic of conversation – infact this particular occurrence had been spread around like wild fire and had been dissected until nothing more could be said on the subject. This, however, still did not seem to stop the talk, although everyone had decided not to mention anything about it to Grissom or to Catherine.
Catherine, although admitting to Grissom that their prank together became more like something she wanted to do, had also mentioned to him that she understood that nothing serious would happen between them. Grissom agreed with Catherine, with the same reluctance, but both were content to have fun while it lasted.
"Hi guys," Catherine said at the end of her long and tedious night, but still in her usual vivacious manner.
Warrick, Nick, Sara and Greg were all in the breakroom. All replied their 'hellos' and enquired after her case.
"It was a dud. Turns out our man stole his own money from his own bank to claim the insurance. Clever, huh?... Hi, Grissom."
"Hi." Grissom had just entered the breakroom looking tired but happy.
Grissom now, however unaware, had the full attention of the whole room, apart from Catherine, while he walked towards her as she was taking a snack out of the microwave. They watched him snake his arm around her stomach and spin her round to face him, all whilst she was taking a bite out of her small chunk of food.
Now with his two hands holding her waist, Grissom said,
"Don't fill yourself up before breakfast."
Catherine rested her elbows on Grissom's arms, still with her snack up to her lips.
"I wouldn't dream of it," she replied.
"Good," Grissom said, and kissed her lightly and quickly on her lips. Catherine smiled at him and walked over to the chairs where their 'audience' was waiting, gaping at the couple. Recently this had become the more common expression used when looking at Catherine and Grissom.
Something suddenly clicked with Greg.
"It was Grissom you kissed under the mistletoe, not Warrick!" he exclaimed.
"Well done, Greg," Catherine remarked with evident sarcasm. "Full marks." She smiled at Warrick as Grissom came over to join the group, sitting opposite Catherine.
Feet stretched out in front of him, Grissom managed, purely by accident, to touch the tip of Catherine's feet, apparently absent of shoes. She looked across the table at him, and he felt her begin to rub her feet slowly against his. One of her feet went to the back of one of his shoes and he felt the shoe subtly slide off as Catherine tugged gently at it.
Their little game lasted as a conversation about the night's cases got underway. All the while, through Catherine and Grissom's answers and questions mixed up in the conversation, their feet continued to press against one another. Catherine had no idea what Grissom was thinking, but her stomach was telling her that she was beginning to become wound up by their actions. She began to drift away from the conversation and could only concentrate on the movement between her and Grissom. His foot stroked the length of one of Catherine's then moved around it, making Catherine's legs feel like jelly.
"Right, I'm off home then." Warrick stood up and walked to the sink to wash up his mug that was earlier filled with coffee.
This brought Catherine out of her reverie and she pulled away from Grissom.
"Night, guys. See you tomorrow," Warrick continued.
"Not me," Catherine said. "Day off," she continued at Warrick's questioning glance.
"Alright, well, night everyone," Warrick said, and along with goodbyes from the rest of the people in the room, he set off.
"I might call it a night too," This time a slight Texas drawl sounded round the room. People said their goodbyes to Nick and he also left the room.
One by one the night shift departed from the breakroom leaving only Grissom and Catherine, who purposefully delayed their own farewells until everyone else had left. Once the last person walked out of the room Catherine lifted herself out of her chair and sat on the sofa that Grissom was occupying. She slumped down next to him, lifted her left leg and crossed it over his right one. Grissom responsively put his arm around Catherine as she leaned against him.
"Tired?" he enquired.
"Sort of," she replied, then looked up to Grissom's face. He slowly lowered his head towards Catherine's and kissed her lips slowly and gently. He heard her groan quietly as she felt him slide his tongue tenderly into her mouth. After a while Catherine pulled away. She looked at Grissom, faces still close together and in a low whisper, said,
"You've never done that when we've been alone before."
"I'm sorry," Grissom said, with worry forming his features slightly.
"Don't apologise," Catherine told him with a smile. "I liked it."
A sudden noise sounded by the door and both Grissom and Catherine's heads turned as Greg walked back into the breakroom. He had seen Grissom and Catherine as he entered the room and, without stopping, he gave the couple on the sofa a big grin and said,
"Don't mind me. Forgot my pie."
He went to the fridge, took out his pie and walked out of the room; all while Catherine was leaning on Grissom with one leg over his. Their eyes followed Greg in and out of the room. Neither said word and disbelief was evident in their features.
"Guess what their topic to each other on the phone will be this morning," Grissom remarked.
Catherine laughingly agreed, then heard Grissom say, "Come on, I want some breakfast."
"Ok," Catherine said as she lifted herself out of her seat. "Your place or mine?"
Grissom looked at her and saw that her expression was serious. He had not expected their fun and games to go this far. He made his decision.
"Yours."
The End.
Hope you like it. r&r. Cath