Chapter 3
Warrick knocked on Grissom's door for the second time in 24 hours. He held out a six pack of imported beer in front of him. A white piece of cloth was tied around one of the bottles.
"Sorry"
"Forgiven," Grissom stepped aside to let Warrick in. "Catherine's not here you know."
"Ye ah I know. I started groveling early this morning. I don't think there is a flower left in Vegas, Lindsey is still laughing at me."
Grissom grinned remembering the plant that he had sent Sara. He opened one of the beers and offered Warrick one. He took one for himself and sat down in a large overstuffed chair.
"So what was the fight about?"
Warrick exhaled deeply. "She didn't tell you."
"She didn't want to talk about."
"What wasn't it about? An ex girlfriend showed up at my house while Cath was there. I opened the door and Tammy just waltzed right on in. Cath was watching TV and well it got ugly. Tammy called Cath a skinny white girl."
Grissom barked a laugh. "I bet that went over well."
"You can imagine. I had to throw Tammy out and then I had to try to explain myself. As you say, it didn't go over too well. Things have been very tense lately. We are getting serious and Cath is skittish. She says that she doesn't want to make another mistake. I told her that she couldn't live the rest of her life afraid." Warrick penetrated Grissom with an intense gaze.
"You used to be more subtle Warrick."
"It didn't seem to be working. Cath told you about the doc?"
"Yeah."
"Griss it's time you fish or cut bait. Stick or move man. Stick or move. "
Warrick opened another beer.