Hey guys. This is my newest fic thingy. My muse, Bette, seems to be working overtime at the moment, normally at rediculous o'clock in the morning lol!!! The title is ironic, as you can see from the first sentence, and also because I came up with this idea at 4:00am when I'd come in from a night out on Sunday, so my state wasn't dissimilar to Catherines! Enjoy!
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Catherine Willows was slightly drunk. It wasn't a state she allowed herself to get into often but she felt the situation warranted it, given the horrific case involving a pre-teen girl she'd had to deal with at work. Despite the encounter with Adam Novak, once shift was over she'd gone home, changed quickly into one of her most provocative outfits - a short little black dress that showed just enough cleavage and killer heels - and hailed a taxi to a random bar. She'd had every intention of going out and finding a random guy to dance with, maybe make out with, before heading home alone. However once she'd arrived at the club her plans had changed dramatically.
She'd failed to realise that this was the beginning of 'Fresher's Week' - the time for every new student at the Las Vegas Universities to try (and normally fail) to get into one of the bars on Strip, looking for a good time.
As she passed by the numerous half inebriated kids on her way to a bar - one of whom had grabbed onto her like she was the only thing in his world that wasn't moving at that moment in time and proceeded to ask her if she wanted 'a good time' - she realised that she was getting too old for the Las Vegas scene.
Veering from her original course, she cut down some back alleys - despite the inner criminalist in her that was telling her it was a bad idea - and entered an old bar she knew well.
A couple of heads turned as she entered, something she was used to after her years at the French Palace. She strode confidently to the half packed bar, waited patiently for her turn and ordered a large vodka tonic. The bartender smiled at her as if she was the first friendly face he'd seen all day, before depositing her drink, complete with straw and only charged her for a single.
Now, six doubles on a mostly empty stomach later, she sat swaying almost imperceptively in a corner booth, ignoring the catcalls and comments from the couple of tables full of men that surrounded her. It was something that she was used to ignoring; she stared at the ground and waited for them to run out of steam, or patience. Although she realised, as a pair of shoes entered her line of vision, that one such 'gentleman' wasn't going to give up so easily. Raising her head, prepared to tell the guy to 'go away gently', she was shocked when her crystal blue eyes were met with an equally blue set, one that belonged to her 'technically' boss and long time friend Gil Grissom.
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Lily
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