A/n: OK I don't know too much about Catherine' past, but this just something I thought of during Math.

* ~ Fancy ~ *

She was leaving, and she wasn't turning back. She was so grateful to leave that old life behind. Small town girl in a small town world. Not any more. Now she was Catherine Willows Sin City stripper. Struggling to support a child, and her doped up husband.

I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress

Yes she was a stripper. And not much she could do about it. So she stepped into her slinky dress, which would soon come off, and did up her makeup. Blue eyeshadow, bright red lipstick and black eyeliner. She just had to keep telling herself, she was doing it for her baby. And then there was her husband, who actually encouraged her to strip, but beat her when she came home for stripping.

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into
a satin
dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up
to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin' back from the lookin' glass
There stood a woman where a half grown kid
had stood

Her husband depended on her to bring home the cash for food and of course his drugs and booze.


She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let
me down
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

She didn't want to do this anymore. She wanted a respectful job; she wanted people to respect her for whom she was, not just because she had a nice rack.

Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck
And she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes
When she started to speak
She looked at a pitiful shack And then she looked at me and took a ragged

breath
She said your Pa's run off and I'm real sick
And the baby's gonna starve to death

She handed me a heart shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
Askin' Mama what do I do
She said be nice to the gentlemen Fancy
And they'll be nice to you
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Lord forgive me for what I do,
but if you want out
Well it's up to you
Now don't let me down you better start
movin' uptown

That was it, she wanted out and she was going to get it. She wanted up class, and an education.

Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma
The night I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby
Mama died and I ain't been back

But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
And it wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly
What my Mama'd been talkin' about

I knew what I had to do but I made myself this
solemn vow That I's gonna be a lady someday
Though I didn't know when or how
I couldn't see spending the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame you know
I might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name

She hadn't seen her mother in years and she didn't care. She was going to make a name for herself. She was going to get out, and one person could help her.

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

It wasn't long after that benevolent man
Took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea
In a five room hotel suite

Gil Grissom was his name. He was polite and proper. He cared for her, and not for her dancing. They became best friends through good and the bad.

charmed a king, congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
Then I got me a Georgia mansion
In an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain't done bad


Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous
hippocrates
That would call me bad
And criticize Mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had

But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's voice ringin' in my ear

She said, here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Lord, forgive me for what I do
But if you want out well it's up to you
Now don't let me down
You Mama's gonna help you uptown




Now ten years later, she was a level 3 CSI with a specialty in blood splatter. Her ex-husband Eddie was dead. She was a respectable mother, worker and wife. She had made it uptown with the help of her husband Gil Grissom. She had made it because of him and she owed her life to him.

I guess she did