A/N: Thought the ending to 'The Finger' was a bit disappointing, so this
fic begins after Catherine walks out, leaving Logan to think 'about his
son' in his cell.
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, CSI and it's characters do not belong to me but
to CBS, Anthony Zuiker..and the rest of them.
He saw Catherine rounding the corner and their eyes met.
He hadn't missed her comments earlier, when the team had been reconstructing the case.
- - "So I did everything in my power to help him." - -
She felt guilty for helping him, ashamed that Logan had fooled her. Brass had told him about her reaction when they found out Logan had disappeared.
- - "Fat chance. Son of a bitch. He had me completely fooled." - -
And above all, she was probably sad an angry because she missed Lindsey's play.
"Cath" He quickly walked up to her.
"Hey" she said softly.
She looked tired as well. Not very surprising after what she had been through.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, Gil" She sighed. "Just feel...incredibly stupid."
"You shouldn't. You're not."
She shook her head. "I bet he was real glad that it was who returned the sunglasses to him. Cause if it had been you, ...you wouldn't have bought his little scheme."
"I'm not so sure of that." He said softly.
"I am."
They were both silent. His hands dug deep into his pockets, as he stared at the woman in front of him. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and was gazing at the floor.
"I'm glad that you're..that he.. didn't hurt you."
Her head shot up and she frowned. "It was never his intention to do anything to me."
"I didn't know that. All I knew was that you went with Logan, left your beeper, gun and phone and.so. I was worried."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Why do you apologise? You handled this like a real pro. I couldn't have done it better myself, I mean that. You left us clues, we got the killer. There's nothing to feel sorry for."
"Oh come on, Grissom. I comforted that son-of-a-bitch when he was sobbing about his dead girlfriend! I told him about my life, about Lindsey..I missed her play because I was stupid enough to believe that Roy Logan was the victim in all of this." She rubbed her temples and sighed.
"You had no reason to suspect that he was behind all of this."
She remained silent. He reached out and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "We got him and you're alright. That's all that matters."
She nodded weakly. "I .. need to take Linds home. It's getting late and she has school tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then." It was more of a question then a goodbye.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow Gil."
He smiled at her, a small but comforting smile. In return she smiled back, slowly turned around and headed for the break-room.
He watched her go and breathed a sigh of relief. He had been so thankful for her phone call.
- - - - -
Grissom: (to phone) "Grissom." (pause) "Thank god."
Catherine: "There was a kidnapping."
Grissom: "I know, Amanda Freeman. She's dead ...... and whoever touched the money probably has glow-in-the-dark paint on their hands."
Catherine: "You got my clues?"
Grissom: "Yeah, nicely done. I know just about everything except ...... where are you?"
- - - - -
She was back.
She was alright.
"Thank God."
The End
He saw Catherine rounding the corner and their eyes met.
He hadn't missed her comments earlier, when the team had been reconstructing the case.
- - "So I did everything in my power to help him." - -
She felt guilty for helping him, ashamed that Logan had fooled her. Brass had told him about her reaction when they found out Logan had disappeared.
- - "Fat chance. Son of a bitch. He had me completely fooled." - -
And above all, she was probably sad an angry because she missed Lindsey's play.
"Cath" He quickly walked up to her.
"Hey" she said softly.
She looked tired as well. Not very surprising after what she had been through.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, Gil" She sighed. "Just feel...incredibly stupid."
"You shouldn't. You're not."
She shook her head. "I bet he was real glad that it was who returned the sunglasses to him. Cause if it had been you, ...you wouldn't have bought his little scheme."
"I'm not so sure of that." He said softly.
"I am."
They were both silent. His hands dug deep into his pockets, as he stared at the woman in front of him. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and was gazing at the floor.
"I'm glad that you're..that he.. didn't hurt you."
Her head shot up and she frowned. "It was never his intention to do anything to me."
"I didn't know that. All I knew was that you went with Logan, left your beeper, gun and phone and.so. I was worried."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Why do you apologise? You handled this like a real pro. I couldn't have done it better myself, I mean that. You left us clues, we got the killer. There's nothing to feel sorry for."
"Oh come on, Grissom. I comforted that son-of-a-bitch when he was sobbing about his dead girlfriend! I told him about my life, about Lindsey..I missed her play because I was stupid enough to believe that Roy Logan was the victim in all of this." She rubbed her temples and sighed.
"You had no reason to suspect that he was behind all of this."
She remained silent. He reached out and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "We got him and you're alright. That's all that matters."
She nodded weakly. "I .. need to take Linds home. It's getting late and she has school tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then." It was more of a question then a goodbye.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow Gil."
He smiled at her, a small but comforting smile. In return she smiled back, slowly turned around and headed for the break-room.
He watched her go and breathed a sigh of relief. He had been so thankful for her phone call.
- - - - -
Grissom: (to phone) "Grissom." (pause) "Thank god."
Catherine: "There was a kidnapping."
Grissom: "I know, Amanda Freeman. She's dead ...... and whoever touched the money probably has glow-in-the-dark paint on their hands."
Catherine: "You got my clues?"
Grissom: "Yeah, nicely done. I know just about everything except ...... where are you?"
- - - - -
She was back.
She was alright.
"Thank God."
The End