Title: Two Drinks and a Murder
Author: Sky_Tye a.k.a Nameless Quill
Rating: R for now.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Although if this was a perfect world this would be.
Spoilers: The whole show, just so I don't miss anything.
Author's Note: Sorry 'bout the wait but I have a Cath/Griss (I know! Don't hurt me it was a dare!! I SWEAR!) story that's being a pain in the ass in the works alongside an X-File story deadline coming up so this part won't have too plot but then again, that's not so bad eh? Oh, and anyone know if Catherine's sister was ever given a name?
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Grumbling and peeling off the latex gloves now covered in blood, dirt, and other bits of grime, Catherine blotted her forehead with the backside of her wrist and tossed the used gloves into the trash. She watched with her teeth biting down on her lower lip as David and his newest assistant transported the deceased from the house and down to the unmarked black van that the coroner's office used. She was tired and exhausted and the sun now beating down on her and the rest of Las Vegas wasn't doing anything to help her position. But she managed a smile when David passed her and then sighed as she picked up her field kit and walked back into the house.
She walked in expecting to see Sara as beat and tired as she was but instead found the brunette humming softly as she dusted for fingerprints on the fireplace mantle, where a nice dollop of blood had been left. It had been over an hour and a half since they had first walked into the house and Sara was still as energetic as she had been then.
"You're cheerful," Catherine remarked as she set her kit down next to the couch and crouched to retrieve a fresh pair of gloves.
Sara shrugged and didn't turn around, lifting the print as she moved on to the other side. "It helps me concentrate."
"I've never heard you hum on a case before."
"I try to do it when no one else is around. I thought you were still outside talking with the neighbor."
Catherine nodded even though Sara couldn't see and went over to peer out the window. "Ah. Well, I'm not."
The smile was evident in Sara's voice. "I can tell." She stepped back from the mantle and turned to glance at Catherine. "You look dead on your feet."
Catherine wrinkled her nose in response and nodded again. "I am."
"If you want I can take the stuff back to the lab and you can just head on home. It's no biggie."
"You're not tired?" Catherine asked but then shook her head. "No, never mind. I'll take my stuff back to the lab, it's no big deal."
"You sure?" Sara frowned and Catherine replied with a waved hand and exiting the room to check the backyard one last time.
After another hour at the scene both Catherine and Sara stood in front of the house and bid good morning to the on-scene officer before heading to their respective cars and getting in, intent on reaching the lab and checking out before ten.
At the lab, Sara waited at the front doors for Catherine to catch up, held the doors open and told the strawberry blond to grab some coffee in the break room while she dropped the stuff off with Greg. Surprisingly Catherine didn't argue. Sara took her kit and told her she'd be back in a flash before taking off towards Trace.
Catherine followed her movements with a tired eye before heading the other way and bumping into her supervisor, Gil Grissom. "You need to stop pulling me on shift on my day .night .whatever off."
"I'm sorry." Grissom sounded anything but sorry as he took his glasses off and glared behind him. "It really wasn't my call. The sheriff-"
"Your admirer?"
"Stand-up performance Catherine. How about a pay dock?" Grissom teased then peered intently at her. "You look terrible."
"Why thank you." Catherine growled, her semi-good mood fading with that and she huffed at her friend. "Twenty-four plus hours without sleep will do that to a gal."
Grissom nodded and then looked behind her. "You and Sara call a truce yet?"
Catherine turned around and looked on as Sara made her way over to them from Trace, dodging Greg's attempts at talking. "Yeah, we did. At least, I'm not going to rip her head off anymore."
"That's a good thing. I would rather prefer Sara's head attached to her body. She works better that way."
"Who works what?" Sara asked, an expression of calm over her features. She looked between Grissom and Catherine and then glowered back over her shoulder at Greg. "He really needs to get a girlfriend."
"He still at it?" Catherine asked, sympathetic to her grousing for she too had been subject to Greg's not so lovable tries at getting a date.
"Yeah. Poor guy. I'm going to kill him next time he says it'll relax me."
Catherine giggled and patted Grissom's shoulder before stepping away. "Nice. Well, I'm off. Might as well catch a few hours before Lindsey comes home. She has a slumber-party tonight and I need the rest to handle five pre-teen girls."
"Have Sara drive you home." Grissom suggested as Catherine was almost out the doors. She paused and sent him a look and he repeated the suggestion again. "Look, you're dead on your feet. Have Sara drive you home since she seems to never need sleep and you're both getting off-shift now. I'm placing Nick with you guys so don't worry about tonight."
"I am?" Sara asked, slightly annoyed at the fact of not being able to put in another hour or so.
"You are. You're maxed out on overtime and you know the new rule. Drive Catherine home, get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow."
Sara tried to get a word in edgewise but as soon as Grissom finished speaking he turned and went back into his office. She muttered a swear under her breath and then faced Catherine. "Might as well, come on."
"You don't have to." Catherine protested, not really caring either way and Sara shrugged it off.
"Grissom'll tear my head off if I don't." Sara held the door open again and herded Catherine over to the passenger side of her car.
"You know, me and Gil were just talking about that." Catherine smirked and slid in, buckling up as Sara went around to the driver's side. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes as the car started up and left the parking lot. And as minutes past she came to realize that she was more tired then she'd originally thought. She smiled to herself and then opened her eyes when Sara spoke.
"You were talking about tearing my head off?" Sara shook her head as she pulled to a stop at a red light. "The thing's that go on when I'm not around."
"We weren't talking about tearing your head off ."
"Oh?"
Catherine nodded her head. "It was more along the lines of ripping per say."
"Now I know you're tired." Sara reached over and touched Catherine's shoulder. "Either that or you're finally going crazy."
"I'd go for the crazy theory myself." Catherine mumbled and then blinked. "Did Grissom say not to worry about tonight? Why'd he say that?"
"I have tonight off as well." At Catherine's look Sara lifted her hands and shook her head. "Hey don't look at me, it's that damn promise I made to Grissom about taking one night off each week to help lower the amount of paid vacation time I have."
"You do?" Catherine yawned and sighed as Sara pulled into her driveway. "I wish I had your youthful energy still. Lindsey's going to wear me out."
".Need some help?"
"Any sane adult needs help when five pre-teens are hyped on sugar and no sleep." Catherine joked, unbuckling herself and opening the door.
"Want help? I am free tonight after all." Catherine turned with a raised eyebrow to see Sara looking at the steering wheel bashfully. "I mean, we can catch up on things and you'll have another adult around and I haven't seen Lindsey for a while .never mind."
"Sara, sure." Catherine said, reaching in and snagging a hold of her wrist. "I'd love that."
"Really?" Sara looked up, her eyes bright and a smile tugging at her lips. "What time? Need me to bring something?
"Oh, be over around fourish, that's the time they're all going to start their water fight. Do me a favor though? Bring some of your famous pasta salads. I love pizza and all but these kids have some weird tastes."
"Will do." Sara mock-saluted and reached over to close the door but Catherine's grip on her wrist prevented her from doing so. She looked up and was shocked when Catherine leaned in and quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Thanks." Catherine straightened up and waved as Sara blushed prettily and drove off. Then, she blinked and turned to look at her house and wondered what had possessed her to do that. Then again, it wasn't so bad.
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(A/N): Well, there's that and for those who are wondering about the plotline behind this story, it'll happen after the slumber-party chapters and for those wondering when the romance is coming, then next chapter's going to by your newest friend :)
Oh, and feedback pays both Catherine and Sara and they won't work without it, so do them (and me) a favor and review, thankies!
To my reviewers: Nepeace~ Thanks for reviewing, I love your stories as well .you should update soon, hint hint ;)
cRaZyPiXiE~ Thanks for staying with me!
Marie47~ I promise more is on the way!
Author: Sky_Tye a.k.a Nameless Quill
Rating: R for now.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Although if this was a perfect world this would be.
Spoilers: The whole show, just so I don't miss anything.
Author's Note: Sorry 'bout the wait but I have a Cath/Griss (I know! Don't hurt me it was a dare!! I SWEAR!) story that's being a pain in the ass in the works alongside an X-File story deadline coming up so this part won't have too plot but then again, that's not so bad eh? Oh, and anyone know if Catherine's sister was ever given a name?
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Grumbling and peeling off the latex gloves now covered in blood, dirt, and other bits of grime, Catherine blotted her forehead with the backside of her wrist and tossed the used gloves into the trash. She watched with her teeth biting down on her lower lip as David and his newest assistant transported the deceased from the house and down to the unmarked black van that the coroner's office used. She was tired and exhausted and the sun now beating down on her and the rest of Las Vegas wasn't doing anything to help her position. But she managed a smile when David passed her and then sighed as she picked up her field kit and walked back into the house.
She walked in expecting to see Sara as beat and tired as she was but instead found the brunette humming softly as she dusted for fingerprints on the fireplace mantle, where a nice dollop of blood had been left. It had been over an hour and a half since they had first walked into the house and Sara was still as energetic as she had been then.
"You're cheerful," Catherine remarked as she set her kit down next to the couch and crouched to retrieve a fresh pair of gloves.
Sara shrugged and didn't turn around, lifting the print as she moved on to the other side. "It helps me concentrate."
"I've never heard you hum on a case before."
"I try to do it when no one else is around. I thought you were still outside talking with the neighbor."
Catherine nodded even though Sara couldn't see and went over to peer out the window. "Ah. Well, I'm not."
The smile was evident in Sara's voice. "I can tell." She stepped back from the mantle and turned to glance at Catherine. "You look dead on your feet."
Catherine wrinkled her nose in response and nodded again. "I am."
"If you want I can take the stuff back to the lab and you can just head on home. It's no biggie."
"You're not tired?" Catherine asked but then shook her head. "No, never mind. I'll take my stuff back to the lab, it's no big deal."
"You sure?" Sara frowned and Catherine replied with a waved hand and exiting the room to check the backyard one last time.
After another hour at the scene both Catherine and Sara stood in front of the house and bid good morning to the on-scene officer before heading to their respective cars and getting in, intent on reaching the lab and checking out before ten.
At the lab, Sara waited at the front doors for Catherine to catch up, held the doors open and told the strawberry blond to grab some coffee in the break room while she dropped the stuff off with Greg. Surprisingly Catherine didn't argue. Sara took her kit and told her she'd be back in a flash before taking off towards Trace.
Catherine followed her movements with a tired eye before heading the other way and bumping into her supervisor, Gil Grissom. "You need to stop pulling me on shift on my day .night .whatever off."
"I'm sorry." Grissom sounded anything but sorry as he took his glasses off and glared behind him. "It really wasn't my call. The sheriff-"
"Your admirer?"
"Stand-up performance Catherine. How about a pay dock?" Grissom teased then peered intently at her. "You look terrible."
"Why thank you." Catherine growled, her semi-good mood fading with that and she huffed at her friend. "Twenty-four plus hours without sleep will do that to a gal."
Grissom nodded and then looked behind her. "You and Sara call a truce yet?"
Catherine turned around and looked on as Sara made her way over to them from Trace, dodging Greg's attempts at talking. "Yeah, we did. At least, I'm not going to rip her head off anymore."
"That's a good thing. I would rather prefer Sara's head attached to her body. She works better that way."
"Who works what?" Sara asked, an expression of calm over her features. She looked between Grissom and Catherine and then glowered back over her shoulder at Greg. "He really needs to get a girlfriend."
"He still at it?" Catherine asked, sympathetic to her grousing for she too had been subject to Greg's not so lovable tries at getting a date.
"Yeah. Poor guy. I'm going to kill him next time he says it'll relax me."
Catherine giggled and patted Grissom's shoulder before stepping away. "Nice. Well, I'm off. Might as well catch a few hours before Lindsey comes home. She has a slumber-party tonight and I need the rest to handle five pre-teen girls."
"Have Sara drive you home." Grissom suggested as Catherine was almost out the doors. She paused and sent him a look and he repeated the suggestion again. "Look, you're dead on your feet. Have Sara drive you home since she seems to never need sleep and you're both getting off-shift now. I'm placing Nick with you guys so don't worry about tonight."
"I am?" Sara asked, slightly annoyed at the fact of not being able to put in another hour or so.
"You are. You're maxed out on overtime and you know the new rule. Drive Catherine home, get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow."
Sara tried to get a word in edgewise but as soon as Grissom finished speaking he turned and went back into his office. She muttered a swear under her breath and then faced Catherine. "Might as well, come on."
"You don't have to." Catherine protested, not really caring either way and Sara shrugged it off.
"Grissom'll tear my head off if I don't." Sara held the door open again and herded Catherine over to the passenger side of her car.
"You know, me and Gil were just talking about that." Catherine smirked and slid in, buckling up as Sara went around to the driver's side. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes as the car started up and left the parking lot. And as minutes past she came to realize that she was more tired then she'd originally thought. She smiled to herself and then opened her eyes when Sara spoke.
"You were talking about tearing my head off?" Sara shook her head as she pulled to a stop at a red light. "The thing's that go on when I'm not around."
"We weren't talking about tearing your head off ."
"Oh?"
Catherine nodded her head. "It was more along the lines of ripping per say."
"Now I know you're tired." Sara reached over and touched Catherine's shoulder. "Either that or you're finally going crazy."
"I'd go for the crazy theory myself." Catherine mumbled and then blinked. "Did Grissom say not to worry about tonight? Why'd he say that?"
"I have tonight off as well." At Catherine's look Sara lifted her hands and shook her head. "Hey don't look at me, it's that damn promise I made to Grissom about taking one night off each week to help lower the amount of paid vacation time I have."
"You do?" Catherine yawned and sighed as Sara pulled into her driveway. "I wish I had your youthful energy still. Lindsey's going to wear me out."
".Need some help?"
"Any sane adult needs help when five pre-teens are hyped on sugar and no sleep." Catherine joked, unbuckling herself and opening the door.
"Want help? I am free tonight after all." Catherine turned with a raised eyebrow to see Sara looking at the steering wheel bashfully. "I mean, we can catch up on things and you'll have another adult around and I haven't seen Lindsey for a while .never mind."
"Sara, sure." Catherine said, reaching in and snagging a hold of her wrist. "I'd love that."
"Really?" Sara looked up, her eyes bright and a smile tugging at her lips. "What time? Need me to bring something?
"Oh, be over around fourish, that's the time they're all going to start their water fight. Do me a favor though? Bring some of your famous pasta salads. I love pizza and all but these kids have some weird tastes."
"Will do." Sara mock-saluted and reached over to close the door but Catherine's grip on her wrist prevented her from doing so. She looked up and was shocked when Catherine leaned in and quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Thanks." Catherine straightened up and waved as Sara blushed prettily and drove off. Then, she blinked and turned to look at her house and wondered what had possessed her to do that. Then again, it wasn't so bad.
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(A/N): Well, there's that and for those who are wondering about the plotline behind this story, it'll happen after the slumber-party chapters and for those wondering when the romance is coming, then next chapter's going to by your newest friend :)
Oh, and feedback pays both Catherine and Sara and they won't work without it, so do them (and me) a favor and review, thankies!
To my reviewers: Nepeace~ Thanks for reviewing, I love your stories as well .you should update soon, hint hint ;)
cRaZyPiXiE~ Thanks for staying with me!
Marie47~ I promise more is on the way!