A/N: I'm having a major writers block at the moment, so, I thought I'd post chapter fifteen and see what happens. I am open to suggestions, via review or check my profile page and feel free to e-mail me.
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Paige
Chapter fifteen
Catherine, Nick, Greg and Warrick were sat in the break room chatting about Ecklie and his antics.
"I dunno Cath, he seemed real friendly with the under-sheriff." Nick sat in the corner of the room sipping coffee.
"Ecklie's not that stupid Nicky." Catherine sat next to Warrick, her hand sat in her lap, inching it's way to Warrick under the table.
"Yeah. Think about man. If Ecklie fires Grissom, he loses all of us." Warrick too started to inch his hand towards Catherine.
"I wouldn't leave if Grissom left." Greg was the only one that disagreed with the rest of the team. "He's never really done anything for me. Why should I do something for him?"
"Greg! If Sara heard you say that she'd kick your ass." Catherine's hand had made it's way to Warrick's lap.
"Whatever." Greg walked over the corridor and sat with Hodges.
"What's gotten into him lately?" Catherine's hand was now entwined with Warrick's under the table.
"Dunno. He's been like that ever since he heard that Griss was taking Sara to Frisco." Nick came and sat opposite Catherine and Warrick.
"Apparently, Ecklie wanted to be in-charge of you guys and wanted me to go with Griss. But he refused and chose Sara instead." Catherine could feel Warrick make small circles in the back of her hand with his thumb.
"So, thanks to Griss, we haven't got Ecklie bossing us around." Warrick turned his head and watched as the post arrived.
"Yeah." Catherine nodded and sipped her coffee.
"Yeah man! Posts here." Nick stood and headed for the post trolley that had just arrived. If he moved any faster, he might as well have been running.
Catherine turned to Warrick, her eyes filled with worry.
"It'll be okay Cath." Warrick squeezed her hand.
Catherine nodded, hoping that nothing had arrived from Adam Trent.
"Come on Cath, let's go and have a look see."
Catherine and Warrick walked into her office. Warrick took a seat while Catherine scooped up the pile that was now sitting in her 'In' tray on her desk.
Catherine came and took a seat next to Warrick as she thumbed through the envelopes in her hand.
"Well?" Warrick turned and faced her.
Catherine held up a small, thin envelope from the middle of the pile, by it's top corner.