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Fic: Catherine's Revenge
Title: Catherine's Revenge
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Grissom and Catherine
Rating: G
Summary: It's Catherine's turn to get back at Grissom.
Warning: lunchtime, about six hours after Grissom's Big Experiment *Written for Round 40 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt: #06 "I'm blessed with the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied." (Thank God I'm Pretty, Emilie Autumn) *for gatechic, because we need more GRILLOWS. ♥
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to CBS and the Bruckster.
Waiting in Line | Grissom's Big Experiment | Mischief Mostly Managed | Catherine's Revenge | Late-Night Phone Calls | Romantic Getaway
Gil Grissom stepped out of the hotel with a frown and an equally furrowed brow. After half a day of traversing the crowds at the park, he and Catherine had decided to return to the on-site hotel to have lunch. He'd gone down to the front desk to arrange transportation back to the airport - they had the first flight out the next morning - and returned to an empty room.
Catherine couldn't have gone that far, he knew, and since they had agreed on the hotel restaurant for lunch, he guess that she must have gone down ahead of him, in order to get their names on the list. Of course, as most of the guests were probably in the park having lunch, they most likely wouldn’t have to wait long.
He moved along the pathway to the restaurant's outside entrance and smiled at the music wafting from the pool area. He nodded to the young lady wearing the restaurant's signature uniform and glanced at the empty tables outside. "Hello," he said with a smile, "I'm supposed to be-"
"Meeting her at the pool," the girl replied with a smirk and a nod. Grissom eyebrow went up and his body started to turn. "We also serve the pool area," she explained with another nod. Grissom sucked his cheek in for a moment and glanced back toward the pool.
Turning back, he nodded to the girl and said: "Thank you." Grissom moved back along the path and turned when he reached the hotel entrance. He glanced out over the large area of water and beach chairs and didn't see Catherine. There was a handful of folks milling around the pool - a few getting some sun and a small group of children heading up the steps to the slide - and a group of businessmen were sitting at the pool bar, their attention split between the bikinis and sports scores.
As he circled the edge of the pool, Grissom nodded to the bartender and the man returned the nod. "...look at that," he heard one of the men say, but didn't turn to see which woman the men were ogling. Rolling his eyes slightly, Grissom raised his eyes from the pool deck and realized who they were staring at.
A few pool chairs away, Catherine was wiping herself off with a towel, having just climbed out of the pool after a quick lap. To say that her bikini was nearly there would almost be an understatement, Grissom noted. He stared blankly for a moment, as his proverbial hamster got back on its wheel.
Catherine caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye and smiled slightly. She also noticed the men at the bar quickly looking away, and shook her head slightly. "Men," she muttered, then dropped the towel on the chair. Running a quick hand through her hair, Catherine turned toward Grissom and walked toward him.
Grissom was still staring at her when she got within arm's reach and, raising her voice enough for the men at the bar to hear, Catherine put her arms around his neck and stated: "It's about time. I was afraid I was gonna have to find some hot, young stud to keep me company." Grissom's hands automatically went to her waist and he raised an eyebrow.
It was the only thing he could think of to say to her.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Grissom and Catherine
Rating: G
Summary: It's Catherine's turn to get back at Grissom.
Warning: lunchtime, about six hours after Grissom's Big Experiment *Written for Round 40 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt: #06 "I'm blessed with the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied." (Thank God I'm Pretty, Emilie Autumn) *for gatechic, because we need more GRILLOWS. ♥
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to CBS and the Bruckster.
Waiting in Line | Grissom's Big Experiment | Mischief Mostly Managed | Catherine's Revenge | Late-Night Phone Calls | Romantic Getaway
Gil Grissom stepped out of the hotel with a frown and an equally furrowed brow. After half a day of traversing the crowds at the park, he and Catherine had decided to return to the on-site hotel to have lunch. He'd gone down to the front desk to arrange transportation back to the airport - they had the first flight out the next morning - and returned to an empty room.
Catherine couldn't have gone that far, he knew, and since they had agreed on the hotel restaurant for lunch, he guess that she must have gone down ahead of him, in order to get their names on the list. Of course, as most of the guests were probably in the park having lunch, they most likely wouldn’t have to wait long.
He moved along the pathway to the restaurant's outside entrance and smiled at the music wafting from the pool area. He nodded to the young lady wearing the restaurant's signature uniform and glanced at the empty tables outside. "Hello," he said with a smile, "I'm supposed to be-"
"Meeting her at the pool," the girl replied with a smirk and a nod. Grissom eyebrow went up and his body started to turn. "We also serve the pool area," she explained with another nod. Grissom sucked his cheek in for a moment and glanced back toward the pool.
Turning back, he nodded to the girl and said: "Thank you." Grissom moved back along the path and turned when he reached the hotel entrance. He glanced out over the large area of water and beach chairs and didn't see Catherine. There was a handful of folks milling around the pool - a few getting some sun and a small group of children heading up the steps to the slide - and a group of businessmen were sitting at the pool bar, their attention split between the bikinis and sports scores.
As he circled the edge of the pool, Grissom nodded to the bartender and the man returned the nod. "...look at that," he heard one of the men say, but didn't turn to see which woman the men were ogling. Rolling his eyes slightly, Grissom raised his eyes from the pool deck and realized who they were staring at.
A few pool chairs away, Catherine was wiping herself off with a towel, having just climbed out of the pool after a quick lap. To say that her bikini was nearly there would almost be an understatement, Grissom noted. He stared blankly for a moment, as his proverbial hamster got back on its wheel.
Catherine caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye and smiled slightly. She also noticed the men at the bar quickly looking away, and shook her head slightly. "Men," she muttered, then dropped the towel on the chair. Running a quick hand through her hair, Catherine turned toward Grissom and walked toward him.
Grissom was still staring at her when she got within arm's reach and, raising her voice enough for the men at the bar to hear, Catherine put her arms around his neck and stated: "It's about time. I was afraid I was gonna have to find some hot, young stud to keep me company." Grissom's hands automatically went to her waist and he raised an eyebrow.
It was the only thing he could think of to say to her.