FIC: Accusations, Perceptions and Observations [CSI; Catherine/Warrick]
TITLE: Accusations, Perceptions and Observations
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 362
NOTES: Originally Day 2 of my "write a fic for a different ship everyday for the month of January" challenge. It was also the second to last one to get written.
It wasn’t something that either of them ever expected to happen - almost the complete opposite, in fact. They had settled themselves into being co-workers, friends, and the occasional buddy-buddy dinner date or Saturday excursions with Lindsey. Satisfied to be nothing more, but a staunch refusal to be anything less.
It was on one of those times where the three of them were together, having dinner after a day out, that Lindsey scrunched her nose, plopped her elbows on the table, and cradled her head in her hands and asked the one question that neither of them had ever really thought she’d ask. “Mom, are you and Warrick dating?”
Catherine glanced between Warrick, who had an unreadable expression on his face - she couldn’t tell if he was amused or confused, and Lindsey, who was definitely amused, if her broad grin was any indication. “No,” she said with a laugh, her laugh a little nervous and high-pitched. “Why would you ask something like that?”
“I see the way he looks at you,” she said, almost as though there was no way anything else could be true. “He looks at you like he’s in love.” She took another sip of her soda and nodded her head for emphasis.
“Oh really?” Catherine arched one eyebrow perfectly and looked at Warrick once again. He was amused. No way could he be anything else. “And what does Warrick have to say about these allegations?”
“Warrick says,” he said between bites, “that Lindsey needs to keep her nose out of other people’s business.”
She harrumphed and sank down in the seat. “Gee, you’d think a girl was only trying to be observant.”
“Tough break, kid,” Warrick said, and before long, the subject was diverted to things much less possibly embarrassing than Lindsey’s perceptions.
Later that night, after Lindsey was fast asleep in her bed and the movie they had been watching was over, Catherine turned to Warrick on the couch and smiled. “She was only trying to be observant, oh?”
“I’d say she succeeded,” Warrick said, leaning over as they met for a kiss.
From her vantage point around the corner, Lindsey pumped her fist. “I knew it!”
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RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 362
NOTES: Originally Day 2 of my "write a fic for a different ship everyday for the month of January" challenge. It was also the second to last one to get written.
It wasn’t something that either of them ever expected to happen - almost the complete opposite, in fact. They had settled themselves into being co-workers, friends, and the occasional buddy-buddy dinner date or Saturday excursions with Lindsey. Satisfied to be nothing more, but a staunch refusal to be anything less.
It was on one of those times where the three of them were together, having dinner after a day out, that Lindsey scrunched her nose, plopped her elbows on the table, and cradled her head in her hands and asked the one question that neither of them had ever really thought she’d ask. “Mom, are you and Warrick dating?”
Catherine glanced between Warrick, who had an unreadable expression on his face - she couldn’t tell if he was amused or confused, and Lindsey, who was definitely amused, if her broad grin was any indication. “No,” she said with a laugh, her laugh a little nervous and high-pitched. “Why would you ask something like that?”
“I see the way he looks at you,” she said, almost as though there was no way anything else could be true. “He looks at you like he’s in love.” She took another sip of her soda and nodded her head for emphasis.
“Oh really?” Catherine arched one eyebrow perfectly and looked at Warrick once again. He was amused. No way could he be anything else. “And what does Warrick have to say about these allegations?”
“Warrick says,” he said between bites, “that Lindsey needs to keep her nose out of other people’s business.”
She harrumphed and sank down in the seat. “Gee, you’d think a girl was only trying to be observant.”
“Tough break, kid,” Warrick said, and before long, the subject was diverted to things much less possibly embarrassing than Lindsey’s perceptions.
Later that night, after Lindsey was fast asleep in her bed and the movie they had been watching was over, Catherine turned to Warrick on the couch and smiled. “She was only trying to be observant, oh?”
“I’d say she succeeded,” Warrick said, leaning over as they met for a kiss.
From her vantage point around the corner, Lindsey pumped her fist. “I knew it!”
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