Nothing Left To Do
By Clara
Summary: There�s nothing left to say
Rating: PG
Category: Nick/Catherine
Disclaimer: They�re not mine
Author�s Note: Written for the meme on LJ which asked for people to choose a
fandom, a pairing/character and one line, to be turned into a drabble or ficlet
between 100-500 words.
Requested By: Alyse. Who asked for CSI, Catherine/Nick using the line �Well,
that�s one way of looking at it.�
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Nick flicked the cap off of his beer and watched it bounce onto the ground
before rolling away.
He took a swig before picking the label off of the bottle, flicking bits of it
in the direction the bottle cap had rolled, as he sat forward, leaning on his
knees.
�Hey.�
He grunted in reply and sat back in his seat, bottle clasped between his hands
as he continued to fiddle with the label.
She sat down in the chair beside him and crossed her legs. �So�you got the big
promotion, congratulations.�
�Being �required� to move to a different city merits congratulations now?�
She shrugged. �Well, that�s one way of looking at it.�
He glanced across at her. �There�s another way?�
�Bigger pay checks, more time off�.�
�I never would have gone for it if I�d known it would mean moving away...leaving
you and Linds��
She reached across the table and grabbed one of his hands, threading her fingers
in his. �You�ll be able to come home Nick, it won�t be forever. Lindsey and I
will still be here when you get back.� She smiled at him softly and blinked back
the tears forming behind her eyelids. �Besides, you can put that time off to
good use and visit.�
He smiled back at her half-heartedly and sighed, his free hand carried on
picking at the beer bottle label.
There was nothing more they could do or say.