Drumchik
Captain
Glad you guys liked the excerpts. I've got some more, this time from "Headhunter" by Greg Cox. It's about a bad person who shrinks heads. Anyway, in it, Gil had sent an email to Teri (remember her from Season 1??) and this was the last bit of her reply:
Give my regards to Catherine and the rest of the gang. Best, T.
Teri's such a GC shipper.
Anyway, some more extracts:
Catherine smirked at Grissom. “What? No Sleepy Hollow reference? No historical allusions to Anne Boleyn?”
“I try not to be predictable,” he replied.
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Startled, Kakara fired at the newcomer instead. The dart flew from her pipe, striking the blonde squarely in the chest.
“Catherine!” Grissom yelled in alarm.
The woman yelped, but kept on coming. Kakara found herself paralysed instead, uncertain what to do next. Who were these people, and where had they come from? How did they know what she was up to?
All at once, it seemed the spirits abandoned her.
“Keep back!” Kakara shouted, frantically reaching for another poison dart. But before she could ready her pipe once more, Grissom’s attaché case slammed into the back of her head, knocking her to her knees. The pipe went flying from her fingers, and she collapsed on the hard stone walkway. Grissom’s knee dug in her back, holding her down. Over the ringing of her skill, she heard the other two CSIs running toward them. Although dazed by the blow, she thrashed beneath Grissom, trying to throw him off, until she heard the click of a gun only inches away.
Lifting her head, she found herself looking straight up the muzzle of the blonde’s Smith and Wesson. “That’s enough!” Catherine said. “Don’t give me an excuse to put a hole in your head. We wouldn’t want all those loose marbles to fall out.”
The name on her blue windbreaker was WILLOWS. The dart was stiull embedded in her chest, right above her heart. I don’t understand, Kakara thought, Why are you still standing?
Grissom sounded equally puzzled. “Catherine?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “Do you require medical attention?”
“Not really,” she chortled. She waited until her black companion had Kakara’s wrists cuffed behind her before peeling off the windbreaker to reveal a Kevlar vest underneath. “I figured Little Miss Headhunter here would never aim for my face.”
“A wise precaution,” Grissom agreed.
Give my regards to Catherine and the rest of the gang. Best, T.
Teri's such a GC shipper.
Anyway, some more extracts:
Catherine smirked at Grissom. “What? No Sleepy Hollow reference? No historical allusions to Anne Boleyn?”
“I try not to be predictable,” he replied.
--
Startled, Kakara fired at the newcomer instead. The dart flew from her pipe, striking the blonde squarely in the chest.
“Catherine!” Grissom yelled in alarm.
The woman yelped, but kept on coming. Kakara found herself paralysed instead, uncertain what to do next. Who were these people, and where had they come from? How did they know what she was up to?
All at once, it seemed the spirits abandoned her.
“Keep back!” Kakara shouted, frantically reaching for another poison dart. But before she could ready her pipe once more, Grissom’s attaché case slammed into the back of her head, knocking her to her knees. The pipe went flying from her fingers, and she collapsed on the hard stone walkway. Grissom’s knee dug in her back, holding her down. Over the ringing of her skill, she heard the other two CSIs running toward them. Although dazed by the blow, she thrashed beneath Grissom, trying to throw him off, until she heard the click of a gun only inches away.
Lifting her head, she found herself looking straight up the muzzle of the blonde’s Smith and Wesson. “That’s enough!” Catherine said. “Don’t give me an excuse to put a hole in your head. We wouldn’t want all those loose marbles to fall out.”
The name on her blue windbreaker was WILLOWS. The dart was stiull embedded in her chest, right above her heart. I don’t understand, Kakara thought, Why are you still standing?
Grissom sounded equally puzzled. “Catherine?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “Do you require medical attention?”
“Not really,” she chortled. She waited until her black companion had Kakara’s wrists cuffed behind her before peeling off the windbreaker to reveal a Kevlar vest underneath. “I figured Little Miss Headhunter here would never aim for my face.”
“A wise precaution,” Grissom agreed.
Aww, listen at him so concerned for his woman. I love it.:adore: Oh, I agree about Teri being a G/C shipper. Notice she said Catherine and the rest of the gang. She knows.
