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Fic: Mischief Mostly Managed
Title: Mischief Mostly Managed
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Grissom and Catherine
Rating: G
Summary: Grissom's asking for payback, and he loves it.
Warning: immediately after Grissom's Big Experiment *Written for Round 52 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt April 2011: "This here's a spectacle that might warrant a moment's consideration." (Mal, Ep. 07 - Jaynestown) *for gatechic and bizarra, because we need more GRILLOWS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BAD HORSE! ♥
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
Catherine pushed herself out of Grissom's hold and gave him a look. Okay, this was awkward. It was just Grissom, but it was awkward. Maybe it was the bed. Or the humidity, that was it.
It wasn't like she liked Grissom or anything. Not like that, at least.
Right?
Trying to push the thoughts from her mind, Catherine moved toward the bathroom and reached for the tiny travel kit she'd picked up in the gift shop. "Orange juice and toothpaste," she huffed.
"Drink the juice first, then," Grissom said as he sat down in one of the side chairs near the window. If she wasn't going to eat the breakfast he bought, he would.
Catherine leaned around the short wall, toothbrush already in her mouth, and gave him a look. "I can't believe you bought that shirt," she told him, though the words were slightly muffled thanks to the toothbrush.
Grissom glanced down at the Hawaiian shirt and made a face, then picked up a stray crumb and popped it in his mouth. He reached back for the orange juice and popped the lid off, then took a swig.
"Hey!" Grissom looked up and saw Catherine glaring at him. "You're eating my breakfast?" she asked, then held out a hand and waved for him to pass it over. Grissom made a face and handed the baked good over.
"I'll buy you another one. Once you get dressed." He took another swig of orange juice, then made a face when she raised an eyebrow. Grissom sighed and shook his head. "Five minutes," he warned. "Or you're wearing this on the plane, tomorrow." Her current attire, of course, was a Universal t-shirt and boxer shorts set that was on sale in one of the gift shops.
He moved around her and headed for the door, giving her some privacy to change. Catherine took a bite of the muffin and her brow furrowed. She twisted to follow him and made a face. Grissom pulled the door open and gave her a smirk, then stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut.
A moment later, Catherine's eyes went wide and she stopped chewing. "Tomorrow?!"
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Grissom and Catherine
Rating: G
Summary: Grissom's asking for payback, and he loves it.
Warning: immediately after Grissom's Big Experiment *Written for Round 52 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt April 2011: "This here's a spectacle that might warrant a moment's consideration." (Mal, Ep. 07 - Jaynestown) *for gatechic and bizarra, because we need more GRILLOWS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BAD HORSE! ♥
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
Catherine pushed herself out of Grissom's hold and gave him a look. Okay, this was awkward. It was just Grissom, but it was awkward. Maybe it was the bed. Or the humidity, that was it.
It wasn't like she liked Grissom or anything. Not like that, at least.
Right?
Trying to push the thoughts from her mind, Catherine moved toward the bathroom and reached for the tiny travel kit she'd picked up in the gift shop. "Orange juice and toothpaste," she huffed.
"Drink the juice first, then," Grissom said as he sat down in one of the side chairs near the window. If she wasn't going to eat the breakfast he bought, he would.
Catherine leaned around the short wall, toothbrush already in her mouth, and gave him a look. "I can't believe you bought that shirt," she told him, though the words were slightly muffled thanks to the toothbrush.
Grissom glanced down at the Hawaiian shirt and made a face, then picked up a stray crumb and popped it in his mouth. He reached back for the orange juice and popped the lid off, then took a swig.
"Hey!" Grissom looked up and saw Catherine glaring at him. "You're eating my breakfast?" she asked, then held out a hand and waved for him to pass it over. Grissom made a face and handed the baked good over.
"I'll buy you another one. Once you get dressed." He took another swig of orange juice, then made a face when she raised an eyebrow. Grissom sighed and shook his head. "Five minutes," he warned. "Or you're wearing this on the plane, tomorrow." Her current attire, of course, was a Universal t-shirt and boxer shorts set that was on sale in one of the gift shops.
He moved around her and headed for the door, giving her some privacy to change. Catherine took a bite of the muffin and her brow furrowed. She twisted to follow him and made a face. Grissom pulled the door open and gave her a smirk, then stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut.
A moment later, Catherine's eyes went wide and she stopped chewing. "Tomorrow?!"