Just a little one-shot inspired by a song by Secondhand Serenade
Beta: LLK
Born to Tell You I Love You
A strawberry blond woman walked through the door of her home as the clock struck nine in the morning, a smile on her face and stomach full of food. She had just returned from a celebratory breakfast with her co-workers, in honor of one who had escaped the system. Now all she could do was wait by the phone in her faithful chair for his call. Catherine Willows crossed the living room, staring intently at a large, tan recliner. Slowly she lowered herself into it, taking in the welcoming comfort it provided. She had sat in that chair many times in the last six months.
Months she would not have given up for anything.
Catherine sat with one slender leg tucked under her as her hand supported her head on her propped elbow. The situation reminded her of her daughter, Lindsey, waiting for what could have been the most important call of her life. However, Catherine didn't care about acting like a love-struck teen, as long as she was there to pick up the receiver when Warrick Brown called. As the minutes passed, Catherine didn't look away from the phone, barely moving, besides the occasional blink. Her patience was wearing as she reached for the CD player, turning on a song she had memorized entirely. It was the song Warrick had showed her all those nights ago. Her favorite night of all.
"You know, this song reminds me of you," he told her, his voice low and husky. The two sat perfectly still, yet relaxed in Warrick's parked SUV. Warrick reached forward and turned up the volume on the stereo. The sweet lyrics filled the car and brought a smile to Catherine's face. Warrick reached for her hand across the center console and interlocked his finger's with hers.
"I love this song," Catherine told him. Warrick looked into her sparkling, deep blue eyes with his murky greens.
"Catherine, I think I love you," he said slowly. Suddenly a young teenaged girl ran from the house before them, screaming for her mother. The moment was broken as Lindsey ripped her mother's door open.
"I'm gonna kill him!" Lindsey said to Catherine.
"Oh, this better be good. Why, what did Jared do now?" she asked before sneaking a quick apologetic look at Warrick.
"He is standing out side my window! Does he not understand the term 'It's over!'?" Lindsey grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her unwillingly from the car. Catherine could hear Warrick laughing as she got farther and farther away.
She was snapped back to reality when a sharp ring sounded through the house. Quickly, Catherine grabbed at the receiver and brought it to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked, expecting a deep voice. She was shocked by the accent she received.
"What?" Her voice broke after the short pause. "I'm out the door."
Catherine hung up the phone, sprang from the chair and ran for the door. This can't be happening! she told herself as she got into her car. He can't be gone…he…he just can't!
Unfortunately, Catherine found that Nick's Texan accent had spoken the truth. Warrick, her Warrick, was dead. Grissom had found him in his car, bleeding profoundly from the neck, and the Under Sherriff a few feet away.
She watched as the paramedics placed Warrick's lifeless body on the ground and covered him with a sheet. Catherine couldn't believe it, but the noises and all the people around kept her from blocking it all out; pretending nothing was wrong; everything was real, and there was no denying that.