CSI/NCIS Fic: Starting Over 12/? and 13/?
TITLE: Starting Over 12/?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Catherine/LH, and maybe a few crossover pairings along the way.
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: Yeah, I'm still writing. Sorry for the spam.
Catherine had taken Lindsey to school, since it was her first day off in entirely too long, and then she took Heather to the airport, since she was finally ready to return to Vegas---a week after her stalker and the murderer of the Petty Officers had been caught in Catherine's hotel room.
"You sure I can't tempt you to visit me?" Heather asked.
She smiled at the brunette. She wanted to visit her. They had a good friendship and incredible sexual chemistry---Catherine didn't want to pass up that kind of a relationship. However, she wasn't ready to go back to Las Vegas and face the demons that lurked there.
"Not anytime soon," Catherine murmured, as they walked to the security checkpoint. "I... I might, though, after."
"I would like to see you again," Heather admitted. "Even if we just go out for drinks." She shrugged and smiled. "I am very glad I ran into you here," she said, brushing her fingers against Catherine's arm. "I knew, after the mess with the man from Betz, that I could trust you... but these past two weeks have opened my eyes. You're a rare gem, Catherine, and I know I'm lucky that I got this much time with you."
Hearing her words, Catherine's cheeks flushed a bright crimson colour. "Heather..."
"Promise me when you're ready to visit, you will make a point to see me," Heather demanded.
Catherine nodded as a smile stretched her lips. "I promise."
"Then, that is all I need to hear," Heather murmured as she leaned in and kissed Catherine's cheek. "Take care of yourself, and your daughter... and I hope to hear from you in the near future."
"I'm sure you will," Catherine said quietly as she smiled at the other woman. "And---"
"Your secret is safe with me," Heather said with a grin. "No one from the Las Vegas Police Department will ever know I saw you," she said, winking as she finished speaking. "Although, if Grissom asks---"
"Don't you dare!" Catherine said before she started to chuckle.
"I will tell him you're the best submissive I've ever---"
"Heather!"
The brunette laughed softly and squeezed Catherine's arm. "I won't tell him anything. They won't find out where you are from me," she vowed. "Now go home and rest. You have a day off and it's been very well earned, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Catherine agreed. "Take care, Heather."
The women parted after that. Heather went into the security checkpoint and Catherine went back to the parking lot to get into her car. She drove home, stopping at a sushi restaurant to buy herself some lunch on the way.
She had decided to take a relaxing bath when she returned to her house. When she went into her bedroom to undress, she saw a small package on her bed. She smiled as she noticed Heather's handwriting on the tag, her mind working overtime trying to figure out what was inside.
Upon opening the box, she discovered the collar resting on a bed of velvet fabric. She gasped and brushed her fingers over the jeweled surface of the leather. A card was underneath it. She slipped it out of the package and read it quietly, under her breath.
"You can return this to me when you're ready... or wear it when you visit. Sincerely, Heather."
Catherine blushed and set the card back underneath the collar; she put the box in her bedside table and then started to undress.
When her cellular phone rang, she had been down to her underwear and bra and really looking forward to a long, hot bath. She groaned and walked over to her dresser to answer the phone.
"Braun."
"Time to come in, Braun," Gibbs said. "Need you on a case."
"I'll be there in fifteen," she promised before snapping her phone shut and reaching for her discarded clothes.
TITLE: Starting Over 13/?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Catherine/LH, and maybe a few crossover pairings along the way.
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: Yeah, I'm still writing. Sorry for the spam.
Gil walked with Sara towards the yellow crime scene tape. Brass had called him from home, and since Sara was there, he took her along for extra support. Since his conversation with Warrick, though, he had stopped working with her on every case he took on; he tried to make more of an effort to be more involved with his team and more aware of the changes happening among its members, but he wasn't sure that he was solving anything.
"What've we got?" he asked as he approached Jim inside the hotel corridor.
"Master-at-Arms First Class, Timothy Gerard," the police captain said, motioning to the body that was lying on the bed, slashed and beated. "The room was booked to him. Receptionist at the front desk said he came in with another man, but she never saw him leaving the hotel."
Gil sighed. "Well... there are plenty of ways to get out of a hotel," he reasoned. He took his flashlight out of his pocket and turned it on. "Master-at-Arms?"
"Yeah," Jim replied.
He sighed again. Sara looked at him. "What's so important about that?"
"He's Navy," Gil answered.
"So?" she asked as she took her camera out of her kit.
"Process the scene before it gets cold," Gil instructed her. "I have to call Ecklie and then we need to hand the scene over to NCIS."
"NCIS?" Sara echoed.
"Naval Criminal Investigative Services," Jim told her as Gil walked towards the door of the hotel room.
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Catherine/LH, and maybe a few crossover pairings along the way.
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: Yeah, I'm still writing. Sorry for the spam.
Catherine had taken Lindsey to school, since it was her first day off in entirely too long, and then she took Heather to the airport, since she was finally ready to return to Vegas---a week after her stalker and the murderer of the Petty Officers had been caught in Catherine's hotel room.
"You sure I can't tempt you to visit me?" Heather asked.
She smiled at the brunette. She wanted to visit her. They had a good friendship and incredible sexual chemistry---Catherine didn't want to pass up that kind of a relationship. However, she wasn't ready to go back to Las Vegas and face the demons that lurked there.
"Not anytime soon," Catherine murmured, as they walked to the security checkpoint. "I... I might, though, after."
"I would like to see you again," Heather admitted. "Even if we just go out for drinks." She shrugged and smiled. "I am very glad I ran into you here," she said, brushing her fingers against Catherine's arm. "I knew, after the mess with the man from Betz, that I could trust you... but these past two weeks have opened my eyes. You're a rare gem, Catherine, and I know I'm lucky that I got this much time with you."
Hearing her words, Catherine's cheeks flushed a bright crimson colour. "Heather..."
"Promise me when you're ready to visit, you will make a point to see me," Heather demanded.
Catherine nodded as a smile stretched her lips. "I promise."
"Then, that is all I need to hear," Heather murmured as she leaned in and kissed Catherine's cheek. "Take care of yourself, and your daughter... and I hope to hear from you in the near future."
"I'm sure you will," Catherine said quietly as she smiled at the other woman. "And---"
"Your secret is safe with me," Heather said with a grin. "No one from the Las Vegas Police Department will ever know I saw you," she said, winking as she finished speaking. "Although, if Grissom asks---"
"Don't you dare!" Catherine said before she started to chuckle.
"I will tell him you're the best submissive I've ever---"
"Heather!"
The brunette laughed softly and squeezed Catherine's arm. "I won't tell him anything. They won't find out where you are from me," she vowed. "Now go home and rest. You have a day off and it's been very well earned, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Catherine agreed. "Take care, Heather."
The women parted after that. Heather went into the security checkpoint and Catherine went back to the parking lot to get into her car. She drove home, stopping at a sushi restaurant to buy herself some lunch on the way.
She had decided to take a relaxing bath when she returned to her house. When she went into her bedroom to undress, she saw a small package on her bed. She smiled as she noticed Heather's handwriting on the tag, her mind working overtime trying to figure out what was inside.
Upon opening the box, she discovered the collar resting on a bed of velvet fabric. She gasped and brushed her fingers over the jeweled surface of the leather. A card was underneath it. She slipped it out of the package and read it quietly, under her breath.
"You can return this to me when you're ready... or wear it when you visit. Sincerely, Heather."
Catherine blushed and set the card back underneath the collar; she put the box in her bedside table and then started to undress.
When her cellular phone rang, she had been down to her underwear and bra and really looking forward to a long, hot bath. She groaned and walked over to her dresser to answer the phone.
"Braun."
"Time to come in, Braun," Gibbs said. "Need you on a case."
"I'll be there in fifteen," she promised before snapping her phone shut and reaching for her discarded clothes.
TITLE: Starting Over 13/?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRINGS: Gil/Catherine, Catherine/LH, and maybe a few crossover pairings along the way.
WARNINGS: GSR for a while, Lady Heather makes an appearance later (and all that that implies), etc.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one... *sigh*
DISTRIBUTION: Graveshift Archive, crimsonchampagne... Others, ask.
SPOILERS: Season 6 for CSI, Season 2-3 for NCIS
SUMMARY/NOTES: Yeah, I'm still writing. Sorry for the spam.
Gil walked with Sara towards the yellow crime scene tape. Brass had called him from home, and since Sara was there, he took her along for extra support. Since his conversation with Warrick, though, he had stopped working with her on every case he took on; he tried to make more of an effort to be more involved with his team and more aware of the changes happening among its members, but he wasn't sure that he was solving anything.
"What've we got?" he asked as he approached Jim inside the hotel corridor.
"Master-at-Arms First Class, Timothy Gerard," the police captain said, motioning to the body that was lying on the bed, slashed and beated. "The room was booked to him. Receptionist at the front desk said he came in with another man, but she never saw him leaving the hotel."
Gil sighed. "Well... there are plenty of ways to get out of a hotel," he reasoned. He took his flashlight out of his pocket and turned it on. "Master-at-Arms?"
"Yeah," Jim replied.
He sighed again. Sara looked at him. "What's so important about that?"
"He's Navy," Gil answered.
"So?" she asked as she took her camera out of her kit.
"Process the scene before it gets cold," Gil instructed her. "I have to call Ecklie and then we need to hand the scene over to NCIS."
"NCIS?" Sara echoed.
"Naval Criminal Investigative Services," Jim told her as Gil walked towards the door of the hotel room.