Summary: A case takes Grissom and Catherine to Jacksonville, Texas. (not a case-centered fic, though)

Rating: T, to be safe for later chapters

Pairing:does a patheic attempt at a game-show host voice Only the best pairing in the world...Grissom/Catherine!

Category: Romance/Humor

Notes: Wow. What can I say? I had an incredibly random idea, and this is what it turned into. ) I also have no clue if there is a town in Texas called Jacksonville. I just made it up, cause I needed a "J" fic, and it sounded good at the moment. :) I have never actually heard California Dreamin', so as far as I know, it's nothing like it. The title will make sense when you read the whole fic. Hopefully, anyways... ) I am switching back and forth between this and "Personal Stuff", cause they are like completely different. My goal is to have one chapter of each up every other day. Although that probably won't happen, cause I will be busy sitting for my 2-month old cousin the rest of the week. And, no offence to you all, but he takes priority! )

Disclaimer:Not mine.

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--Jacksonville Dreamin'--

"Why can't I go? I'm from Texas. I could help."

Nick stood in front of my desk. I really don't understand why he thinks whining will help his cause. He must be spending too much time with Greg. Although Greg seems to have improved over these last several months, he is still Greg, after all.

"Nick, I told you. Catherine and I are going, and that's final."

"All right, Grissom. But you can't deny that you are at least showing a little favoritism."

And with that, he turned and left my office. Now what would give him that idea? I am not being partial. I mean, Catherine and I were already on this case.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned back to the ridiculously large load of paperwork that covered my desk. Might as well get something done while I was waiting. Catherine was on her way to the lab, where I would tell her about the trip. The slight fact I had not told Nick was that I had not mentioned this trip to Catherine yet.

Fifteen minutes and a couple forms later, Catherine stalks into my office without invitation and plops down into a chair in front of my desk.

"Something wrong?"

"No. Just stress."

"Well, how about taking a trip. That light help relieve a little stress."

She cocked an eyebrow.

"Gil, you know I can't take a vacation. I have Lindsey, and the cases I am working on...And besides, where would I go?"

"Oh, I don't know," I said as nonchalantly as I could "I hear Texas is nice this time of year."

She just stared at me, looking totally unimpressed and a little suspicious.

"Gil. It's August. It's a hundred twenty degrees this time of year. And what are you getting at, because if I didn't know you better, I would think you were trying to get rid of me."

So sue me. I'm an entemologist not an actor.

"Well, I was just trying to get warmed up to the idea. You know the Kimmy Wilson case?"

Her look became puzzled.

"Yess," She dragged out the word so it sounded like it was totally obvious. "What about it?"

"We are going to Jacksonville, Texas."

"Are you serious?"

"Perfectly."

"You're not kidding?"

I shook me head no.

She sighed.

"I know. That could be fun, I guess. But when are we going? I mean, I have to arrange a sitter for Lindsey, pack, and..."

"Catherine."

She stopped her rambling.

"I already contacted your sister. She will watch Lindsey for as long as we're gone."

"You already talked to her?"

"Yes, Catherine. We leave tomorrow morning, so I figured I would help you out a little."

She sighed yet again.

"I don't know whether to yell at you or thank y...Wait a second, did you say tomorrow morning!"

"Yes."

"As in a few hours from now?"

That would be the part I really didn't want to tell her, although by putting it off, I am sure I only made it worse. But there's nothing I can do about it now.

"Yes, Catherine. Six hours, to be exact."

"Gil Grissom! What the hell did you think you were doing by waiting so long to tell me! You could have called me!"

"Ummm..."

"Exactly. Now please excuse me while I go back to the house I just came from so I can pack. I will meet you at your townhouse in four hours."

And with that, she stood up and left my office. Wow, I knew she would be upset, but that was worse than I expected. Maybe something other than stress was wrong. But of course, you never know with women.

Especially that woman.

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I pulled up to Gil's townhouse a little over three and a half hours later, having just dropped Lindsey off at Nancy's.

I knew I had alot of explaining to do. Sure, he had had no right to spring that on me with so little warning, but I knew that I had responded way too harshly. It was true I was under alot of stress. But the main reason was my current boyfriend. Or lack of one, I might say. I caught Jeremy cheating on me with some blonde bimbo yesterday. I really don't know what it is with me and the wrong men. I always seem to pick them.

I chose to ignore the little voice in my head that whispered that I chose them because they were the opposite of the man I really wanted.

Speak of the devil, he was standing right outside the Tahoe.

I stepped out and looked down at the ground

"Hey, listen... About earlier..."

"It's okay, Catherine."

God, that's one of the things I love, no like--Yeah, that's what I meant--like about him. He knows I didn't mean it, and forgives me so easily.

"Thanks. Well, we better get going, or we will miss our flight 'cause of all the security. And we don't want to miss out on Texas!" I said, jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood. It worked, and soon we climbed into the Tahoe, and drove off toward the airport in much better spirits.

TBC...

Note: The promised humor mainly starts in the next chapter. But there will be some, I swear:)