The Real Estate Giveaway
Disclaimer: I do not own in any capacity any part of CSI or the characters much to my dismay. If I did, Grissom would be shacking up with Sara every night. I do admit to having an active imagination…
Chapter 12
Catherine returned from the field tired hot and irritated. She had hoped to leave work on time, but fate had a dead body with her name on it instead. She checked her watch and huffed, heading to drop off a few samples, check her in-box and get out of the building the fastest way possible. She swung into the mailroom and grabbed a stack of messages, requests - and a small cream envelope with her first name only printed in a pretty calligraphy.
She stopped and stared at the envelope, and then curiosity got the better of her and she ripped the envelope open.
"The honour of your presence is requested
Saturday evening at 7:00p.m.
At Roosevelts
On DelMonico Way –
In the private dining room."
She flipped the envelope back to see if a return was enclosed, but none was found. And the writing on the envelope had been done in a pretty computer script, not by hand. She huffed – and then started peering into other boxes. Several of them appeared to have the same small cream envelope in theirs that she had found in hers.
She looked around and saw Brass over in the break room. She waltzed across the hall with a determined step and walked up to him.
"Did you get an invitation to a dinner in your box?"
Brass turned to face her. "Yeah, I did. But I don't know who it is from. You having a shindig and forget to include your name?"
"No…I was actually wondering if you knew who put them out."
"No such luck. Did see Nick opening one before he left about 30 minutes ago."
"You going?"
"Sure – I have a gun, so I'm not scared." He grinned and one grew on her face too.
"Roosevelts is that new little Italian place, isn't it? I've heard of it lately, but not been."
"I eat a little lesser fare than that, so you're asking the wrong detective."
Catherine and Brass finished their conversation as she poured herself a cup of bad coffee. She strolled down the hall and saw the light on in Grissom's office and stopped at the door.
"Hey."
Grissom looked up from his laptop and rubbed an eye.
Catherine realized what time it was and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I have a meeting with Cavello."
"Yuck – that doesn't sound good. You okay?"
"Thanks for the concern, but this one is no big deal. We all have one now and again and I've got a few budget items I'd like to discuss with him about equipment for one of my grants."
"Oh, good. I guess I'm out of here then. Goodnight – I mean good morning."
He watched as she departed. She was going to be mad, but he bet she'd get over it quick enough.