| Title: Star Sent By: OmegaWolf Series: CSI Pairing: implied GrissomxSara, Grissom+Natasha, CatherinexGrissom Warnings: AU, OOC, OC, lemon, het. Actually written after #4 so if it seems odd...yeah Catherine walked into Grissom's office, fighting sleep, knowing that she should be in bed. Her boss should be off and so should she but if Grissom was anything, he was a workaholic. And though Catherine hated to admit it, she was too. 'I hate coming in his office,' I thought silently and tried not to look around. Pig fetuses, brains, and other things that Catherine didn't want to ID on her own were on metal shelves everywhere in the office. 'Ignorance is bliss...' Rounding a corner, I saw him chewing on the tip of a pin, face pale, wrinkles more apparent. 'He looks like crap. Must be all the fighting with Sara.' "Grissom." He jumped, looking up through his thin framed glasses, surprised. "Catherine...uh, hi," he said, blinking and I frowned. Grissom was alot of things but jumpy wasn't one of them. "Why are you here?" 'Now I *know* something's wrong,' I thought silently. Outloud I said, "You paged me. You said you needed to talk. Grissom, you need some sleep." "Right. But not yet. I need to ask...a favor." "Ok, what?' "This isn't a...typical favor." "Grissom, spit it out." Coloring slightly, Grissom gestured for her to sit down and skeptical, I took a seat on the corner of his desk. Shrugging out my leather jacket, I tossed it on the chair he probably wanted me to sit in. 'Not today.' "What...do you want...from me, Gil?" I said forcefully. 'The only way to get through to him is to be a little forceful sometimes. Especially when he doesn't want to talk.' Grissom took a breath. "I need you to...teach me," he rasped out and I frowned. "Teach you what?" "About sex." 'Cath, this is going to be a very odd day.' "Gris, you're uh...an expert in sexual assualt and rape cases--" "Not like that. In a...different manner." "For Sara?" He stiffened. "No." 'Ooh, really?' "Do I know her?" I asked and Grissom sighed. "No," he said simply and looked at me. I knew that look. It said, 'Don't ask me anymore questions because I'm either not going to answer them or give you an ungodly cryptic response.' "I can't help you if I don't know what I'm helping you deal with." Making a decision, he stood. "You're off?" "Not yet." "Now you are. Let's go." Next |