Summary:Catherine sees Sara kissing Gil, and interprets it the wrong way. Angst, will
be GC romance(duh!).
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, Gil and Cath would have kissed (really kissed, I mean!) by now! The song isn't mine either. Isn't it pathetic?
.:Gil and Sara:.
Chapter One- Who's that Girl
Catherine watched in horror as every one of her worst nightmares unfolded.
They were kissing. Gil and Sara. Sara and Gil. She was going to be
sick. Catherine turned and hurried from the sight
Catherine climbed into her Denali, and let her hands rest on the wheel. Tears
filled her eyes, and her fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard they hurt.
She started the car, and put it into drive. Pulling out of the parking lot, it occurred to her that it was not the smartest decision, since she was crying, but Catherine didn't care. She had to get away. Seems like everythings the same around me
Then I look again and everything has changed It had looked like Gil had been completely unaffected by Sara's affection. But apparently not.
Maybe Gil didn't know that she loved him, But dammit, she did. What Sara felt for him was no more than a schoolgirl crush. What Catherine felt was love. So what was he doing with Sara? The only one that should be in Gil's arms was herself. Sara wasn't good for him. She
didn't know him like Catherine did. She didn't love him like she did either. So why was he kissing Sara instead of her?
Catherine pulled up to her house and let herself in, thankful that Lindsey was at her sister's house. She needed to be alone right now, and she didn't want her daughter seeing her like this. Dropping down on the couch in the living room, Catherine let the pentup sobs wrack her
body.
She had been the one Gil had laughed with millions of times.
She had been the one he had stood up for when Eddie was being the jerk that he was. Who had made him mad when they fought. Everyone else always saw how detatched he was when it came to work. She was the only one that saw the other side to "Gruesome Grissom."
She was the one who he had been fought with so many times. But they always made up.
She had been his best friend for years. She knew him almost better than he knew himself. If Sara was the one he wanted, then fine. She thought with rising anger, roughly wiping the tears away. She didn't care. If he was blind and stupid enough to get involved, she would let him. She wasn't sorry. But her anger died when she realized she didn't mean any of it. She did care. Alot. And she always would.
Deflated, Catherine trudged up the stairs to her room. She lay there, knowing sleep would be hours away, but not caring.
TBC...
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