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Three Catherine/Nick drabbles for the Martina McBride challenge.
Disclaimer: Not mine, yadda yadda
Notes: Middle one angsty, got it? Also,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misssimm is evil, but we knew that.
Valentine
There's a little candy heart in her locker.
She stares at it for a moment, entranced and confused all at once. It's pink, with 'Be Mine' picked out in white. A locker door bangs next to her, and she looks up to see Nick smiling and pulling on his jacket.
She picks it up and shows it to him. "You?"
"Nuh huh." A flash of red appears near his pocket, a small, heart-shaped box appearing then disappearing like magic.
"Oh." The light dawns as she remembers two heads together, grinning and giggling respectively. "Lindsey."
His smile gives them both away.
~*~
In My Daughter's Eyes
The question is in Lindsey's eyes before it touches her lips, and Catherine turns away so that she won't see it. It doesn't stop Lindsey asking. She's too much her mother's daughter to walk away and simply accept things as they are.
"Is Nick coming over tonight?"
The words are neutral - at thirteen, Lindsey has learned a diplomacy that still escapes her mother - but she knows that Lindsey's eyes will hold all the accusation her tone doesn't.
"No. He's not." Her daughter's smart enough to get it; this time she's pushed Nick too far away to pull him back again.
~*~
Show Me
Nick's on edge tonight. She can't figure out why. It can't be their case - it's a simple B&E, some stolen artwork from an ex-showgirl-made-good's home.
Maybe it's finally eliminating the doting younger boyfriend from the picture - seems he really was doting, to Nick's apparent fascination.
Maybe it's the toy-boy jokes she's been cracking all shift, just to watch Nick blush and shift uncomfortably.
Maybe -
Oh.
She knows she's right when moving closer to his workstation makes him twitch. He licks his lips, the way his gaze fixes on her mouth giving him away. She leans forward and purrs, "Show me."
~*~
Finally, one Nick response to the Third Watch show title challenge, very, very late. Also angsty.
Duty
Nick understands the importance of doing the right thing. It was drummed into him since before he could walk. He's lived and breathed it, made it the core of his life when the rest of it was falling apart.
You give back, do the right thing. Do your duty. It's non-negotiable. It's the reason he became first a cop and then a CSI.
In the locker room he rinses the sweat and dirt from another horrific crime scene from his face, then stares at his reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink.
He wonders when duty stopped being enough.
csi100 and cath_and_nickThree Catherine/Nick drabbles for the Martina McBride challenge.
Disclaimer: Not mine, yadda yadda
Notes: Middle one angsty, got it? Also,
misssimm is evil, but we knew that.Valentine
There's a little candy heart in her locker.
She stares at it for a moment, entranced and confused all at once. It's pink, with 'Be Mine' picked out in white. A locker door bangs next to her, and she looks up to see Nick smiling and pulling on his jacket.
She picks it up and shows it to him. "You?"
"Nuh huh." A flash of red appears near his pocket, a small, heart-shaped box appearing then disappearing like magic.
"Oh." The light dawns as she remembers two heads together, grinning and giggling respectively. "Lindsey."
His smile gives them both away.
~*~
In My Daughter's Eyes
The question is in Lindsey's eyes before it touches her lips, and Catherine turns away so that she won't see it. It doesn't stop Lindsey asking. She's too much her mother's daughter to walk away and simply accept things as they are.
"Is Nick coming over tonight?"
The words are neutral - at thirteen, Lindsey has learned a diplomacy that still escapes her mother - but she knows that Lindsey's eyes will hold all the accusation her tone doesn't.
"No. He's not." Her daughter's smart enough to get it; this time she's pushed Nick too far away to pull him back again.
~*~
Show Me
Nick's on edge tonight. She can't figure out why. It can't be their case - it's a simple B&E, some stolen artwork from an ex-showgirl-made-good's home.
Maybe it's finally eliminating the doting younger boyfriend from the picture - seems he really was doting, to Nick's apparent fascination.
Maybe it's the toy-boy jokes she's been cracking all shift, just to watch Nick blush and shift uncomfortably.
Maybe -
Oh.
She knows she's right when moving closer to his workstation makes him twitch. He licks his lips, the way his gaze fixes on her mouth giving him away. She leans forward and purrs, "Show me."
~*~
Finally, one Nick response to the Third Watch show title challenge, very, very late. Also angsty.
Duty
Nick understands the importance of doing the right thing. It was drummed into him since before he could walk. He's lived and breathed it, made it the core of his life when the rest of it was falling apart.
You give back, do the right thing. Do your duty. It's non-negotiable. It's the reason he became first a cop and then a CSI.
In the locker room he rinses the sweat and dirt from another horrific crime scene from his face, then stares at his reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink.
He wonders when duty stopped being enough.
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But for these, I may find it in my heart to forgive her... loved the Valentine one.
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And thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed them.
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I also enjoyed Rodeo... and I know I meant to write a longer email, but RL has been kicking my ass this week, and promises to continue to do so. I will, however, play catch up at some point and tell you in great detail just how wonderful it was.
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