| Warrick blinked, backing up, his shoulder hitting the door jam. "Uh...no," he stammered and I stopped a few inches from him, staring into forest green eyes. "Too bad," I said, grinning and walking to the bathroom, leaving the younger man confused, blinking. 'Hopefully you take the hint and lose the towel by the time I get out of here...' I smirked and shut the bathroom door behind me. Meanwhile, the younger CSI shook his head. "She couldn't mean...naw," I thought, walking to a set of drawers to find some underwear. 'But damn, Warrick. You *know* what the look said. Hm...' Taking a chance, he kept his towel, setting it on the edge of the bed, thinking back to last night. "You know, Warrick, you're a pal," Catherine said as he lead her in his apartment or rather carried her. "So...you brought me here why?" I carried her to the bedroom, placing her on the bed, taking off her boots. "So you can sleep it off," I said slowly and she laughed outloud. "Damn, that's all? Have I ever told you you were kinda cute?" Catherine said softly as she drifted off. "I hope I did 'cause you are..." "Yeah, Cath, you did. A long time ago. Now just go to sleep," I replied gently, pulling a blanket over her almost sleeping form. "M'kay. Makin' sure. You sleepin' with me?" I blinked, shaking my head. "I don't want you to wake up with the wrong idea; you need sleep," I said, still gentle and Catherine giggled. "'Kay. 'Night Warrick," she mumbled, leaving me with more questions than answers. In the present, Warrick shook his head again. 'Shit. Ok...I have to make a choice,' he thought firmly. The bathroom door clicked open and he stood. 'Alright,' he told himself, facing the door. 'Fine. I hope this is the right one...' The Fic That Directly Follows This One Back to CSI Fanfiction |