Nothing but Socks

Disclaimer: CSI and its characters do not belong to me.

Summary: Revealing sleeping patterns. Oneshot!

A/N: I miss writing! I am hoping to get back into it because I truly enjoy it. I decided to start off with a Oneshot of my favorite ship, Grillows which may not have many fans these days. I honestly still haven't watched much after Season 7. This is just a fluff piece inspired by some more funny Catherine and Grissom dialogue scenes.

Catherine Willows peered at the images below her. Crime scene photos were laid out in a neat grid as the light table glowed underneath it. She glanced up as the door to the photo room swing open and Gil Grissom walked in, taking a spot beside her.

"How is it going in here?" he asked putting his glasses on.

"It's going," she sighed. She had been studying photos of the body and blood spatter prints for an hour and a half. In the series of photos, a young woman lay face down in bed in nothing but socks, her comforter blanket hanging loosely over her body revealing parts of her body covered in blood. "How was the morgue?"

"Doc Robbins was able to determine that cause of death was the stab wounds in the back; twelve to be precise. She bled out."

"Twelve? A crime of passion?" Catherine asked.

"I suppose so. She was naked in bed and there were no signs of sexual assault. Maybe there was someone else there with her? What is the blood telling you?"

"The blood is telling me that she was alone and there was no struggle," she replied, "And the human part of me is telling me that she was likely just sleeping."

"In the nude?" he asked glancing at her. There were no other signs that someone had been with the young woman and her ex-boyfriend was the main suspect.

"Yeah, sometimes I sleep in nothing but my socks after a long day and a hot shower," she said casually. She looked up and meet his eyes when he didn't reply. She could feel his eyes on her and shift in her spot. "I often I sleep in nothing but my socks when I'm alone, which is often… anyways," she said nervously pushing her hair back, "It's comfortable. You've never ditched the jammies and let it all hang out?"

"I like pajamas," he simply replied in the stoic Gil Grissom way.

"Oh, come on, Gil. Don't tell me that this practice of the human race baffles you?"

"Can we get back to the photos?" he asked pushing his glasses back and turning his attention back to the photos. Catherine smirked knowing he was thinking of her naked in bed as the skin on his neck and cheeks began to turn rosy red.

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