Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Las Vegas. If I did, Grissom wouldn't be dating that dreaded Sara Sidle person. XD And Keppler wouldn't be dead. XD
Catherine Willows limped into the break room, sighing angrily as she plopped down on a chair across a newspaper reading Gil Grissom.
"My heels are killing me!" she complained, tucking a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
Grissom looked up from his newspaper and looked at her.
"Then take them off," he said, as if stating the obvious.
Catherine shot him a glare and said, "Stilettos aren't bought for just putting in the closet and looking pretty, Gil. Stilettos are bought because the wearer wants their feet to look prettier."
Grissom chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.
"Your feet are beautiful, Catherine. Don't bother wearing stilettos. I'm sure they just cause you discomfort."
Catherine stared at him and then said in a disbelieving tone, "Did you just say my feet look beautiful?" Without waiting for an answer, she smiled. She leaned over the table and placed a small, thankful kiss on his cheek. Then, she slipped her feet out of her painful and uncomfortable stilettos.
"Sorry, Gil, but I have to go. I need to change my shoes."
With that, she walked out of the break room, barefooted, twirling her stilettos around like a baton.
A/N: Holy, this is a bad story. What was I thinking? Ugh. I don't care if you flame me or if you think this fic is horrible (I think so too so no big deal) but I'd like you to review. XD
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