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Title: Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little Lies.
Prompt number: 009//Lie
Charater/Fandom: Catherine Willows/CSI (Gil Grissom also present)
Word Count: 331
Rating: G
Warnings: No warnings, just that I did rip my title off of Fleetwood Mac. Sorry, guys.
Summary: Catherine's sneaking around the lab.
She’d never been able to lie to Gil Grissom. He could read her like an open book, and normally she didn’t mind. But today, she did.
Catherine tried to sneak into the lab, still wearing her clothes from the previous shift. There were clothes in her locker and she’d taken a shower at-
A locker slammed and she closed her eyes tightly. Please, don’t be Gil. I’ll do anything. Apparently, doing anything wasn’t going to be good enough. As she held her breath and turned the corner, she ran right into Gil’s chest.
Reflexively, his hands moved to her shoulders to keep her from falling. Then came his patented eyebrow arch. "Long day?"
Catherine took a deep breath and threatened to kill him with her glare. "Shut. Up."
Gil however, was amused. "This guy...Brad, right? You’ve been spending a lot of time with him."
"That’s none of your business."
He gave a shrug. "You get so defensive." Gil gave her a smug look. "It’s amusing."
Glaring, Catherine gave him an exasperated sigh. "Fine, Gil. What do you want to know? His name is Brian."
"What does he do for a living?"
"God, Gil, you aren’t my legal guardian."
"Indulge me."
She huffed, trying to think of something.
"Don’t even try formulating a lie."
Cursing under her breath, she crossed her arms. "Teacher."
"Lindsey’s?"
"Christ...Gil, no!"
He held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Calm down." Letting his smug smirk fade away, Gil softened. "He’s good to you?"
Noticing his change in demeanor, Catherine nodded. "I told him he’d have to deal with at least four very angry men if he so much as made me cry," she said with a little smile.
"Good," Gil nodded.
They stood for a minute, staring at each other before Catherine shrugged. "Is that it?"
He nodded once again and started for his office. "Break room in ten minutes."
Sighing softly, Cath made her way to her locker, and despite her outward annoyance, she smiled.
Prompt number: 009//Lie
Charater/Fandom: Catherine Willows/CSI (Gil Grissom also present)
Word Count: 331
Rating: G
Warnings: No warnings, just that I did rip my title off of Fleetwood Mac. Sorry, guys.
Summary: Catherine's sneaking around the lab.
She’d never been able to lie to Gil Grissom. He could read her like an open book, and normally she didn’t mind. But today, she did.
Catherine tried to sneak into the lab, still wearing her clothes from the previous shift. There were clothes in her locker and she’d taken a shower at-
A locker slammed and she closed her eyes tightly. Please, don’t be Gil. I’ll do anything. Apparently, doing anything wasn’t going to be good enough. As she held her breath and turned the corner, she ran right into Gil’s chest.
Reflexively, his hands moved to her shoulders to keep her from falling. Then came his patented eyebrow arch. "Long day?"
Catherine took a deep breath and threatened to kill him with her glare. "Shut. Up."
Gil however, was amused. "This guy...Brad, right? You’ve been spending a lot of time with him."
"That’s none of your business."
He gave a shrug. "You get so defensive." Gil gave her a smug look. "It’s amusing."
Glaring, Catherine gave him an exasperated sigh. "Fine, Gil. What do you want to know? His name is Brian."
"What does he do for a living?"
"God, Gil, you aren’t my legal guardian."
"Indulge me."
She huffed, trying to think of something.
"Don’t even try formulating a lie."
Cursing under her breath, she crossed her arms. "Teacher."
"Lindsey’s?"
"Christ...Gil, no!"
He held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Calm down." Letting his smug smirk fade away, Gil softened. "He’s good to you?"
Noticing his change in demeanor, Catherine nodded. "I told him he’d have to deal with at least four very angry men if he so much as made me cry," she said with a little smile.
"Good," Gil nodded.
They stood for a minute, staring at each other before Catherine shrugged. "Is that it?"
He nodded once again and started for his office. "Break room in ten minutes."
Sighing softly, Cath made her way to her locker, and despite her outward annoyance, she smiled.