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[11 Oct 2006|08:54pm] |
Who: Scott
Where: The hospital; N.I.C.U. to be exact
When: After Halloween
Catherine was sitting in the nursery at Scott's hospital, rocking back and forth with a tiny bundle in her arms. She'd been coming for a little while now, but she'd never run into Scott, which was just as well - she didn't want to interrupt or distract him while he was at work. But one day about a month ago, she'd brought him lunch and struck up a conversation with one of the nurses, Jill, and she explained how every now and then; more often because of increasing teen pregnancy and drug use in the area, babies were being left and abandoned by their mothers. And there just weren't enough nurses to hold and care for the infants.
So Catherine had willingly volunteered herself to sit with the weaker babies; the ones that needed the most attention and human contact. She was holding a tiny, tiny baby boy and she looked down at him, stroking his cheek as she rocked slowly. She was wearing blue scrubs and her hair was pulled back, and she was smiling down at the small boy and cooing to him softly. "You are gonna get so big and strong....yes you are..." she whispered softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently.
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[31 Aug 2006|08:08am] |
Who: Scott
Where: His apartment
When: Most recent
Catherine was standing outside of Scott's apartment, contemplating knocking. She knew he was there; soft music was filtering through the walls. Not loud enough to be obtrusive to the neighbors, but just loud enough that she could hear, she just couldn't make out what it was.
There was a lot to talk about, she knew. A lot that they'd been avoiding. But then there was everything with Madison, and if a little girl was going to be living with her, then Scott needed to know. And he needed to know her situation and her hesitant attitude with strangers. He needed to know.
So, Catherine knocked just loud enough to be heard, then leaned against the door frame.
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[30 Aug 2006|08:14am] |
Catherine was sitting on her couch, curled up under a blanket with a hot mug filled with coffee. Sam had been by, trying to get her to leave.
"It's not even going to be that bad, Sam. It's not even a hurricane, it's a tropical storm. I'll be fine."
So she'd stayed. Her mother called, her sister called, her brother-in-law called. And every time she refused to go. She was a cop, she had a job and she couldn't just leave. Funny how she wasn't even at work. In hindsight, she'd probably be safer there just in case. She'd left last year and come home to broken windows and the hurricane's that season were full-bodied. All it had done so far was rain. And rain. And rain. With a bit of wind mixed in. According to the weather channel, that was the most severe it was going to get.
With a sigh, Catherine closed her eyes and let her mind wander. First to Scott who was at the hospital saving babies' lives. He'd thrown himself into work after their trip and it amused her that he apparently felt guilty for taking time off. They'd been more reserved after their slip-up the first night in New York, and when they did have sex, the condom packages were in plain view. She just wondered what would happen to them if something came of their neglect.
She let her thoughts slip then to Madison and where she was during the storm. If she was safe and dry inside of a building or if she was scared and huddled somewhere trying to stay warm. Sighing softly, she made a mental note to call Horatio. To see if there were anymore leads.
Squinting through the blinds from across the room, Catherine listened to the wind howl and the rain whip around the trees. She thought about calling Nick, but she'd bombarded him a lot lately with what was going on with Ray and the hit. She thought about calling Horatio now, but that would open up a can of worms and he was at the lab. She realy wanted to call Scott, but he had back to back surgeries.
So, she curled up a little tighter and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep to the sound of the wind and rain.
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[25 Mar 2006|12:53am] |
Who: Scott
Where: Cath's place
When: A couple months after they've started dating.
For Catherine, life has never been better. In June she realizes, she will have been in Miami for a year. A tumultuous year, but she was here, and she was happy, and she had Scott.
They've been doing things together that she had never thought about doing again. Going to the Shrine circus when it was in town, going to the small amuesment park and riding every ride twice. He'd even won her a huge bear. Cliche, but wonderful.
The last couple of dates, Scott's car had been making a very bad sound, and two nights ago, it had died completely. For now, he was renting a car, but Cath had gone out today to fix that problem. Going to a car dealership, Catherine looked until she found something she thought was perfect. A four door, Honda Accord Sedan. He liked small cars, and was loyal to Honda, so it seemed like the right choice.
Once she gets it home, she calls him, invites him over, and straightens up. She can't wait; can't wait to see the look on his face, and she grins as she pulls the car into the garage and closes the door.
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[28 Feb 2006|10:34am] |
Who: Scottie the Hottie
Where: His place
When: Sunday; the (second?) date
Catherine was in her car, driving to Scott's place and singing along to an Anna Nalick song. She couldn't really ever remember being in this good of a mood. A good enough mood to blast the radio and sing along with no reservations. On Saturday night, Scott had called to remind her about dinner at his place with his friends. When she'd picked up the phone and it was actually him on the other line, she'd had a moment of pure joy before coming to her senses. They'd talked for a while about absolutely nothing, and when they hung up, it took every ounce of willpower in her body to not actually squee out loud.
Not knowing exactly what to wear, she tore apart her closest on Sunday afternoon, looking for something; anything cute. Scott had assured her that the dress was casual, but she still wanted to impress him. And she was going to be surrounded by his young doctor friends. Casual-cute. That's what she was going for. She tried on at least forty different combinations of clothes before finally deciding on jeans and lavander colored three quarters sleeved top that hugged her curves in all the right places. She straightend her hair and flipped it out, then put on her makeup perfectly. When she was finally satisfied, she headed out.
Cath was proud of herself when she managed not to get lost. She'd worried that because it had been dark, and she'd been drinking, she would have a hard time remembering where to go. But soon enough she was pulling into a parking space of the familiar seven story building and she got out of her car. Pausing for just a moment, debating on whether or not to call him, she decided to just go ahead and go up. Walking up the seven flights, Catherine took a deep breath when she arrived at apartment 7A. She exhaled slowly as she knocked three times.
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[17 Jan 2006|10:27am] |
Catherine was sitting on her living room floor, painting her toenails when her doorbell rang. Getting up off the ground carefully, she made her way to the door and smiled just a little when she saw who was on the other side.
"Mugs..."
Despite her past with Sam, Catherine reached out to hug her father. "Well, it's about time you showed up. I was only almost beaten to death and lost my memory..."
Sam sighed softly. "Your mother didn't tell me until Saturday. I'm sorry I'm just now getting here. I guess she...just didn't want me to know."
Catherine led him inside. "It's okay. You're here now." It was different, to not be upset with him after being angry for so long. But it just didn't seem worth it now.
"How are you doing, Mugs? Okay?" He sat on her couch; his knees creaking a bit.
Cath sat next to him and nodded. "I'm doing fine. It took a long time for my memory to come back, but it finally did, and I'm back at work now."
Sam looked around. "You know, last time I was here, that fellow was living with you. Horatio? I get the feeling he's not around anymore."
She looked down a little. "No he's not."
"Who took care of you while you were...laid up?"
"My friends. Nick; you remember him? Gil did what he could, but he was hurt too. Stabbed."
"But your boyfriend didn't do anything?"
Catherine sighed. "I don't think he was my boyfriend...he was just...I don't know. A boyfriend is someone who would be commited and he wasn't. So I don't know what he was."
Sam looked at his daughter. "I'm staying out here for a few days. You want me to talk to him? I could talk to him..."
She let out a little laugh. "You mean you would have your goons talk to him? No thanks, that's okay. I don't want anyone to hurt him."
"Who said anything about goons and hurting him? I just want to make sure he knows what a mistake he made."
"That's okay...thank you though," she tilted her head and looked at him. "How long are you staying out here?"
He shifted and looked at her. "Actually, I'm thinking about opening a club."
"You? Really? I thought you were more of a casino man."
Sam chuckled. "I'm trying to reach out to the younger crowd. But I'll be here for a few weeks."
Catherine was silent for a minute, then looked at him. "Good. I'm glad." The silence lingered on for a while before Catherine spoke again. "Do you think...it's possible I'm over-bearing in relationships? That I ask for too much?" He'd known her all her life and had been through her worst break-ups with her. More often she had called him rather than her own mother until things between the two of them were strained.
Braun looked at Catherine. "Mugs...I just don't think anyone's good enough for you. And that's the truth. Eddie had no idea what was right in front of him. Those other guys didn't want successful career women. They wanted someone who would depend on them for everything. And this other guy? Horatio? I don't know the details of that, but any man'd have to be crazy to not be with you."
Cath smiled and hugged Sam. "Thanks. You know, you always have a way with words...trying to charm the ladies?"
He grinned a little. "Always."
She sighed and looked around. "I guess I got my memory back just in time to be reminded of the winter ball. Only I'm dateless now."
Sam looked at her. "You need a date? I've got plenty of guys who'd pay money to be on your arm."
"I believe that's called an escort. Which is illegal."
He scoffed. "Fixing you up isn't a date. Let me see what I can do."
"Sam, no..."
"Come on, Mugs. You don't have to make a life long commitment. And you show up with a guy on your arm to prove a point to Horatio."
"And what point would that be?"
"I don't know, but I still think you should let me call Mike. Or Paul."
"You're weirdly excited about this."
Sam laid back against the couch. "I'm fixing up my daughter. What's weird about that?"
Catherine smiled softly. "You're supposed to be beating the boys away with a stick."
Sam smirked. "I'm too old for that."
She laughed softly and just sat in silence with him for a long while, glad that he was there, and glad that he seemed to genuinely care. Usually she had the nagging feeling that he was using her to get inside the CSI lab, but he wasn't connected to anything down here. Yet. And she wanted to take advantage of having him here as an actual father for as long as she could.
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[02 Jan 2006|12:30pm] |
Who: Ray
When: A few days after Catherine's been out of the hospital
Where: Catherine's house
What: A thread of DOOM
Catherine was sitting curled up in the corner of her couch wrapped tightly in a blanket. It was storming outside, complete with thunder, lightening, and the lights flickering every now and then. Horatio had helped her get settled in after she came home, cooking her a few meals and writing down every important phone number that she may need.
As she looked around her house, Catherine tried to remember what certain things were, but it was all so pointless. The pictures on the mantle and hanging on the walls meant nothing to her, except for the ones of Nick. She was slowly starting to remember a few things that she could only guess had happened at work. Falling over a body? A cut to her forehead? She remembered those things, but had no idea when or why they'd happened.
At a crack of thunder, she burrowed deeper into the blanket. She was wearing sweatpants and a shirt that said something about Las Vegas on it. Her face was still bruised up, but the doctor had assured her that it'd be completely back to normal in a few weeks.
Cath wanted to reach for the phone and call Nick; have him come over and stay with her. The house was so big and empty. But he'd already stayed with her at the hosptial a few times, and she didn't want to be a bother. And she couldn't call Horatio because he had a lab to run, and how could he do that if he was constantly with her? So instead she just closed her eyes and hoped that she would fall asleep soon.
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[22 Dec 2005|05:37pm] |
Who: Gil
Where: Teh hospital. Still.
When: A few days after everything
Catherine really wasn't supposed to be up out of bed. The nurses and doctors had told her that rest was of the upmost importance, but she just couldn't stand being in one place for so long. The same chair she'd used when Nick had visited was still in her room, so she climbed out of her bed carefully and into the chair.
Wheeling herself, she made her way out into the hallway and looked at a piece of paper tucked tightly in her hand. Room 303. That's where Gil said he was. She pushed herself to the door and knocked softly, waiting to be invited in.
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[06 Dec 2005|09:44pm] |
Who: Maria
When: After Maria gets out of the hospital, but before crazy psycho goes after Cath
Where: Maria's place
Catherine had been toying around with the idea for a few weeks. Ever snce Horatio told her that he liked to be - needed to be - dominated. She needed some time to figure out how to do that for him. And when she'd gone to see Maria, Cath realized that maybe this was her opportunity. Maybe she could work at the House of Whacks.
So, she'd called Maria and arranged to see her on the condition that she was feeling alright. Catherine didn't want to intrude. But Maria'd reassured her that everything was fine and now Cath was standing at the door, ringing the bell; wondering how she could explain her sudden want to work part time.
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Who: H
Where: Cath's place
When: After the Halloween Party, and before the LV bombing
Catherine hadn't really planned on calling Horatio to come over to her place. But she'd forgotten that while in New York, she'd found a pair of sunglasses she thought he might like. And really, she had to get him something because well, she did sleep with him every now and again. She still didn't know where the hell their relationship was, but she pretty much tried not to care. It had come to her attention that maybe she was never meant to be with someone exclusively, ever, for the rest of her life. It wasn't that she was perfectly okay with that, but if that's the way it was going to be, what could she really do about it.
Sitting the box with the sunglasses on the table, she sat back on her couch with some pad thai and chopsticks, watching some show on VH1 about the 80's. Her mind kept wandering though as she ate her noodles.
Is there ever a way I could be okay knowing that Horatio is sleeping with Tim?
The short answer, to her at least, was at first, no. But if that were truely how she felt, then she wouldn't still want to be with Horatio, would she? So there had to be a part of her that didn't care, as long as he wanted to be with her.
Dropping her chopsticks as a sort of epiphany hit her, Catherine stared blankly at the t.v. A large part of this wasn't even about Tim. She was jealous. And she was just now figuring this out? That made her laugh, and she shook her head, going back to her food and VH1.
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[23 Oct 2005|10:37pm] |
Who: Nick
Where: Cath calling from New York
When: A few days into the trip
Catherine was soaking in the bath while Gil went to a museam full of bugs or...something for the third or fourth time. She'd already been once with him and elected to stay behind this time. With her hair piled on top of her head, she sank further into the sweet pea scented bubble bath and sighed, taking a sip of wine.
Picking up her cell, she dialed Nick's number, closing her eyes as she listened to the ringing.
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[13 Oct 2005|02:17pm] |
Who: Gil
Where: His office
When: Shortly before they leave for NY
Catherine made her way into the lab, heading straight for Gil's office. Her request had been approved for a leave of absence, so she'd packed everything she thought she needed. She just hoped that his request had been approved too.
The door was closed, and she knocked softly before opening the door just enough to get inside. When she realized he wasn't there, she sat in his office chair to wait.
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[15 Sep 2005|08:13pm] |
Who: Anyone/no one - probably H though
Where: Catherine's house
When: After she gets slammed in the face.
Catherine made her way home after refusing to be checked out by anyone at the lab, or go to a hospital. Her nose had been broken before, so she was fairly sure that it wasn't now. But there was alot of bruising on her face and it hurt like hell.
Crawling out of her car, she made her way inside, and called out, only to be met by silence. She walked into the kitchen and dropped her keys on the counter, looking at the note on the counter. Back tonight; promise.
She smiled softly and then winced. Shit, even that hurt. And then, idly, and very randomly, she remembered that her and Horatio hadn't gone on that picnic. Was that tonight? Do people take picnics at night?
She tugged off her shirt with blood on it and draped it over a chair. It might be salvagable later, but she was too exhausted to walk the few steps to toss it into the washing machine. She made her way upstairs and decided that she didn't have the strength to put on anything else to sleep in, so she just fell into bed, toeing off her shoes. Topless except for a bra, she gingerly touched her nose and winced. After ten minutes she hauled herself up, grabbed a cloth and soaked it in cold water and made her way back to bed.
What a damn day. Really.
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[08 Sep 2005|07:50pm] |
Who: Nick (H now, if you so choose to come home. Ha.)
When: Probably around the same time of the Highway BJ
Where: Her place
Inherently? She knew.
After a marriage to a man who had lied to her for a living, it wasn't hard to spot a cheater a million miles away. So even though everything was just fine on the outside, Catherine knew. Something was wrong, Horatio was lying to her somewhere.
Cath didn't know how to confront him, she didn't know what he would say. More lies?
So, she called Nick. Probably not the smartest thing to do considering Nick and Horatio weren't buddy-buddy. But she needed to talk to him.
Catherine paced her front room, deep in thought, waiting for the doorbell. She hadn't told Nicky what she'd wanted to talk about; just asked him to come over as soon as he could. She looked up at the sound of a car then rubbed a hand over her face as it went past her driveway.
"C'mon, Nicky..."
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[01 Sep 2005|10:53pm] |
Who: Frank
Where: Cath's
When: After the drama
Catherine was tired. Exhausted, really. Horatio had gone to run errands and she was just waking up after a thirteen hour shift. And she had the next shift off, so she decided to be lazy. No makeup, she was wearing sweat pants and an old shirt of Horatio's she'd stolen from the wash; outfit complete with her hair pulled up on her head. She still looked good despite it all, and she was lounging on the couch, eating ice cream right out of the container as she waited on H to come back.
She wasn't expecting the knock at the door and she stood, setting the ice cream down. Making her way to the door she looked out, then opened the door. "Can I help you...?" The man seemed familiar, but she just wasn't sure from where.
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Who: Horatio
Where: Cath's
When: After the incident with Ray
Catherine drove for hours around Miami, not sure what she wanted to do, or where she wanted to go. But she sure as hell had a debate going on inside her head.
What am I really doing here? Why am I in Miami? She was going to try and rationalize every answer; try and make sense of everything. Cath was here because this was a good position, it was a nice change from Vegas, and her friends were all here.
If I go back to Vegas, what's left for me there? Nothing. A bunch of new interns that she'd probably just kick around anyway. She was saving the hard questions for last, because in all honesty, she was having a hard time answering them.
What does Horatio mean to you? Why did you fall so hard? What did you expect?
She stopped at a small secluded spot, thinking over what had happened with Ray. Everything was so fucked up. Completly and utterly screwed. She wanted Horatio. Horatio was torn. Ray wanted Horatio...God, and where the hell did Speedle fit back into this? Did Speed want H or was it the other way around?
Putting her face in her hands, Catherine tried to think, but it was overwhelming and she quickly found herself wanting to drive right through the metal barrier and down the over-hang. Why the hell not? If she was buckled up and the air bag went off right, she had a good chance of living. She talked herself out of it and just sat in silence, trying to think.
She loved him. And she knew that he hadn't said it to her, and he'd slept with Tim twice. But for some reason, she just couldn't stop. She was acting like an abused puppy who had so much trust that she went back again and again to get hurt. This wasn't like her. She'd never let anyone get to her this way before; not even Eddie. And he'd been a real bastard. Nothing - NOTHING - like Horatio.
Catherine knew that she didn't want to be away from him. She wouldn't let someone threaten her. Because damnit, she thought she was making Horatio happy; at least now that he wasn't working. He'd been with her constantly the past two days and waking up to him, sharing meals, taking showers together...it had all been so good. So what if what Ray was saying were true? What if in the end, Catherine would just get left, like a fool?
After a long deliberation, she finally decided to go home. She was tired and wanted more than anyhing to just lay down. She had no idea if Horatio had said he was staying in today or going out, because either way, she was sleeping right where she dropped. Her conversation with Ray already labeled "Do not discuss" in the back of her mind.
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