| Title: Super Star By: Omega Wolf Series: CSI Pairings: GrissomxNatasha, former GrissomxSara, NickxSara, WarrickxCatherine (?) Warnings: Lemon, AU, OOC, OC, angst, lacrosse, drunken CSIs, Doc Robbinson. Takes place 4 weeks after 'Burning Stars' "Grissom, where in hell are we going?" I asked, looking out of the window of one of the new Hummers that had replaced our Tahoes as on the scene vehicles. The traffic was thick for Las Vegas in September, the weather swealtering, baking tourist and native alike. Calmer than ever, Grissom pulled to a stop at a red light and looked at me. "Warrick, the Women's Lacrosse Championships are today," he said simply. "I'd figure that you'd want to see your alma mater fight against the Syracuse Orangemen-women." 'This makes no sense,' I thought, frowning. 'Grissom. Women's lacrosse. What the--' "Natasha Steward?!" I said outloud and Grissom looked back at the road, humor glinting in his eyes. "For a CSI, you're pretty slow, Warrick," he said, amused and I sighed, rubbing my hand across my eyes. "You could have told me before I sat up here, completely clueless." "There's always a clue." The light changed and we were off again and I sighed. 'Yeah, there was,' I considered. 'The shorter hours, the healthier appearance, wearing a different shirt everyday.' "Please tell me I wasn't the only one who didn't know?" Grissom tilted his head. "Well, day shift has a bet going on what made me so...placid?" he replied. "I guess that's the word for it. In any case, it looks like Doc Robbinson is going to win." "Why? What did he bet?" A smirk. "That I got laid." I tossed back my head and laughed. "So I guess that explains the bruises on your arms," I said pointing and Grissom's smirk didn't fade. "Natasha can bench press 150lbs easy and she only weighs 120lbs," he explained. "She forgets her strength sometimes." "I'll bet," I said and scratched the back of my head. "And Gris? It's the Orangemen, not the Orangemen-women." Turning a corner, Grissom glanced at me. "It's a women Lacrosse team; they're not men, orange or otherwise." "Right...so what do you think about this whole Nick/Sara thing?" My boss shrugged one shoulder. "I don't," he said simply. "Sara and I are just friends now." "So you're telling me that you have no feelings about the whole thing?" "I'm glad for them...really," he said evenly as he pulled towards the stadium. "What about you, Warrick? No lady friends of your own?" I snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm pretty through with it," I said softly and I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Don't give up; they usually come when you least expect it," Grissom encouraged as we stopped next to the ticket booth. He flashed his CSI ID and coasted in, pulling into a parking space. 'Gil Grissom; giving me advice on women. What is this world coming to?' I thought ironically and he shut off the engine. "I thought you were supposed to use your ID for offical buisness only..." I said slyly. Grissom got out and locked the door, me following on his heels. "I did; Natasha is an adjunct to the Crime Lab," he coyly replied. "Adjunct, huh?" "Well, it sounds alot better than girlfriend." Next |