Disclaimers: The show and its characters are NOT mine.
"That doesn't look like your average paperwork."
Catherine walked into the office, eyeing the palm-sized book suspiciously.
Grissom's head shot up and his eyes widened, indicating he was either surprised by her presence or didn't want her there at all. Or
"Hi." She grinned, her eyes moving up briefly to meet with his before going right back to examining the little book. "I take it you're not
working on paperwork."
"Uh...no." Grissom quickly closed the book and shoved it into the drawer of his desk.
His need to hide to the object only served to increase Catherine's curiousity. She walked deeper into the office and looked at Grissom
with a raised eyebrow, "Something I can't see?"
He nodded, "Yes."
"Aw c'mon Grissom, there's nothing of yours that I haven't seen before." She purposely allowed her eyes to travel down and when
Grissom began to shift uncomfortably in his chair, she smiled, looking back up at him, "So?"
"So, what? Catherine, a diary is a personal thing."
Taken aback by the revelation, Catherine shook her head slightly, "You have a *diary*?"
"Yes, is there a problem with that?"
"No, of course not." She bit her lower lip, trying to stop herself from laughing.
"You're laughing at me." Grissom frowned.
Taking a seat, Catherine shook her head again, "No, I'm not." At one of Grissom's patented looks, she allowed a small chuckle to escape
from her lips, "It's just...odd. I never pegged you as a 'dear diary' kinda guy."
"Just because I don't express my feelings doesn't mean I don't have them. Plus, I don't start with 'dear diary'."
"Really? Then what *do* you begin your entries with? You don't name your diary, do you?"
"No." He gave her a bewildered look.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. You name your *spiders*, it wouldn't be too weird if you named your diary too."
"I don't, Catherine."
"Ok." She paused before eyeing his desk again, "So do you have some deep, dark secrets in there?"
She laughed, "Ok, ok!"
Sighing, Grissom leaned forward, his elbows on his desk, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Her laughter stopped abruptly and Catherine looked at him oddly, "Excuse me?"
He smirked, satisfied that he had rattled her for once, "I'll show you my diary if you show me yours."
"What makes you think I have a diary?"
Grissom shrugged, "You just seem like the type."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked indignantly.
"Nothing." He shook his head and chuckled.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Not that I'm saying I have one but even if I did, I wouldn't show it to you." She gave him a pointed
look before heading out the door.
"Oh c'mon, Cath, it's not like there's anything about you that I don't already know." He called out playfully, mocking her earlier
words to him.
She whipped around and shot him a glare though a smile was tugging at her lips, "Don't be too sure about that, Gil." She flashed him a sly
smile and exited the office, leaving Grissom to wonder exactly what that smile meant.