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Title: Finders Keepers
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rain_drew
Fandom: CSI
Character(s)/Pairing: Catherine, Grissom, Warrick
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Prompt: Guest Fandom for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drabble_redux! Whoo-hoo!
Disclaimer: This belongs to writers that are not me. After writing this drabble, I doubt I will ever be a writer.
“What did you find?”
Catherine sat up straight and flexed her shoulders, suddenly aware she hadn’t moved away from the table in a very long time. “Not much. I was hoping to get some fingerprints off this staple gun but it’s clean. Too clean but what can you say – a clean work site isn’t something most bosses are worried about. I know my boss is stickler for this kind of neatness.”
Grissom’s eyebrow lifted, in typical Grissom style, as he chose to sit in the chair across from her where he could use the dim light to his advantage. “Dead bodies on job sites are worrisome, though. There’s going to be a stink coming from the DA if we don’t find something and I don’t mean that just because this is a septic company.”
They stared at each other, neither one wanting to be the one to laugh first. Catherine lost. “You realize that is one of the oldest jokes in the book, right? Poor guys must get that kind of humor all the time. No wonder they’ve balked at working with us.”
He just smiled at her, a slightly self-depreciating grin that was his only way of showing how he viewed himself in the world around him. As her boss, she was used to seeing him as the take-charge type of person that everyone assumed he was all the time. As her friend, she knew a different Gil Grissom.
“I should go get some coffee. Meet me in the break room? I need to freshen up,” she added, smelling her shirt. Smelling like the septic workers wasn’t her idea of fun.
The mirror in the locker room never lied but she was choosing not to pay attention to her image today. Stupid mirror was showing off her age much too well and she wasn’t happy with what she saw. The crow’s feet were out of control.
Pulling out the hand lotion, she slathered her hands and arms in the clean-smelling lotion, free of scent or any other cheesy selling gimmick. The gloves she wore so often for her job, combined with the constant hand-washings, did a number on the delicate skin. Even if she could fake out the mirror some days, covering wrinkles with every product imaginable, she couldn’t hide her hands. They looked old.
Warrick walked in before she could get too engrossed in the back of her hands, pulling off his shirt as he walked in. “Hey, Catherine. See you’ve been working hard in the lab. Find anything good?”
Funny how two different people could ask nearly the same question and get two different responses. Before she could stop herself, she walked over to pat his chest, surprising him into stillness.
“Yes. Thanks for asking.”
“Catherine…” he murmured, pulling away from her hand with some reluctance.
“Hey, you asked the question. I was just answering it honestly.” All she could do was smile at his response as she pushed open the door and walked down the hall.
Author:
rain_drewFandom: CSI
Character(s)/Pairing: Catherine, Grissom, Warrick
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Prompt: Guest Fandom for
drabble_redux! Whoo-hoo!Disclaimer: This belongs to writers that are not me. After writing this drabble, I doubt I will ever be a writer.
“What did you find?”
Catherine sat up straight and flexed her shoulders, suddenly aware she hadn’t moved away from the table in a very long time. “Not much. I was hoping to get some fingerprints off this staple gun but it’s clean. Too clean but what can you say – a clean work site isn’t something most bosses are worried about. I know my boss is stickler for this kind of neatness.”
Grissom’s eyebrow lifted, in typical Grissom style, as he chose to sit in the chair across from her where he could use the dim light to his advantage. “Dead bodies on job sites are worrisome, though. There’s going to be a stink coming from the DA if we don’t find something and I don’t mean that just because this is a septic company.”
They stared at each other, neither one wanting to be the one to laugh first. Catherine lost. “You realize that is one of the oldest jokes in the book, right? Poor guys must get that kind of humor all the time. No wonder they’ve balked at working with us.”
He just smiled at her, a slightly self-depreciating grin that was his only way of showing how he viewed himself in the world around him. As her boss, she was used to seeing him as the take-charge type of person that everyone assumed he was all the time. As her friend, she knew a different Gil Grissom.
“I should go get some coffee. Meet me in the break room? I need to freshen up,” she added, smelling her shirt. Smelling like the septic workers wasn’t her idea of fun.
The mirror in the locker room never lied but she was choosing not to pay attention to her image today. Stupid mirror was showing off her age much too well and she wasn’t happy with what she saw. The crow’s feet were out of control.
Pulling out the hand lotion, she slathered her hands and arms in the clean-smelling lotion, free of scent or any other cheesy selling gimmick. The gloves she wore so often for her job, combined with the constant hand-washings, did a number on the delicate skin. Even if she could fake out the mirror some days, covering wrinkles with every product imaginable, she couldn’t hide her hands. They looked old.
Warrick walked in before she could get too engrossed in the back of her hands, pulling off his shirt as he walked in. “Hey, Catherine. See you’ve been working hard in the lab. Find anything good?”
Funny how two different people could ask nearly the same question and get two different responses. Before she could stop herself, she walked over to pat his chest, surprising him into stillness.
“Yes. Thanks for asking.”
“Catherine…” he murmured, pulling away from her hand with some reluctance.
“Hey, you asked the question. I was just answering it honestly.” All she could do was smile at his response as she pushed open the door and walked down the hall.
