What Would You Do Without Me?
Rating: I haven't decided yet. Maybe teen?
Disclaimer: No, I do not own them.
Summary: The dreams. They come every night and they won't stop. They refuse to stop until he tells her how he feels.
A/N: I got this idea a few months ago. shrug I guess I'm finally doing something about it now. LOL. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.
It was raining again. The water in the parking lot was beginning to level up with the sidewalk.
Gil walked down the empty hall, the sound of raining hitting the roof echoed through the whole building.
His whole team was missing, which he found strange. He was bound to run into someone sooner or later, he thought.
As he rounded the corner, the front doors of the lab came into view. He stopped when he saw the long strawberry blonde hair and the pale skin. He dropped what he was holding, it having no meaning to him anymore, and ran for the doors.
He went to push them open, but they were locked.
"What the hell?" He banged on the glass to get her attention, but the sound of the rain and thunder made it impossible for him to even hear himself. "Someone unlock these doors!" He turned around and found the room completely empty. His face fell.
He turned his attention back to the woman outside and screamed.
"Catherine!!"
He watched as she picked her head up and slowly turned around to face him. He almost relaxed... almost.
His eyes fell to her hands, which were by her sides. One holding a gun and the other empty and shaking. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face, rain dripping from the ends. Her make up was smeared and her black eye liner ran down her cheeks.
"Catherine," her name fell from his lips helplessly.
As she raised the hand that held the gun, his eyes grew wide. He got a grip of the door and struggled to get it open by pushing against it, over and over again with his shoulder.
It cracked, barely. A faint line in the glass spread in front of his eyes. Water seeped through the crack, water falling on both sides of the glass now.
He continued to open the door and finally, with a bruised shoulder and a bleeding hand, ran out into the pouring rain.
"Gil, help me," she begged. She stayed in her place, her eyes pleading for Gil to stop her. Her grip on the gun grew stronger. She looked down at her hand and sobbed.
"Put the gun down, Cath. Please."
"I can't," she stressed.
"Yes you can."
"No, Gil. I can't," she cried out as he took a step towards her.
His heart was pounding in his chest. The wind picked up. The rain was almost impossible to see in. It hit them both in the face so fast, it almost hurt. Her hair flew behind her, revealing her pale face and bright eyes.
He couldn't lost Catherine. He couldn't believe this was real.
They remained a few feet away from each other. He was afraid to go closer, but he was afraid of losing her, also.
"Why are you doing this," he softly asked her, refusing to tear his eyes away from hers, no matter how bad the rain was blinding him.
"I don't know," her voice cracked. They stared at each other. All the love he felt for this woman encouraged him to slowly reach up and cup her cheek. She flinched and let her eyes drop to where his hand rested on her cold cheek.
"Don't do this. Give me the gun." She shook her head and bit her bottom lip.
"I'm sorry."
Faster than he could react, she had brought the gun to rest against the temple of her head and pulled the trigger.
He froze. His hand remained on her cheek as the blood pooled in her mouth. She blinked once and slipped to the ground.
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He sat up straight in bed, the sweat pouring down his neck and back. His head flew to his alarm clock. 8:25 PM. He ran his hands over his face and closed his eyes.
'That dream was so real,' he thought to himself. He shivered involuntarily and sat up again. Just as he was getting out of bed, his cell phone started to vibrate against his nightstand.
He picked it up and without looking at the caller ID, answered it in the best voice he could.
"Hey Gil. You weren't sleeping, were you," he smiled at the voice on the other end.
'She's okay.' He let out a breath and started walking towards his small kitchen.
"Hello?"
"Sorry, Cath. No. I just woke up before you called," he explained.
"Oh, okay."
'She doesn't sound convinced,' he thought as he dug in his fridge for a bottle of water.
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He walked up to the doors of the lab, almost cringing at the sight of the sidewalk. Catherine's pale face flashed through his mind, making him stop mid-step. He was almost inside the building, but turned and looked over his shoulder at the exact place she had been standing in his dream.
He shook his head and made his way inside the cool building, heading towards the break room where his team was most likely waiting for him.
He gave out assignments quickly, pairing: Nick with Warrick and Sara with Greg, leaving Catherine and himself with a case of their own.
Catherine sat at one of the chairs and watched as the four, younger CSIs made their way out of the room one by one. She ran her eyes over Gil's face and tilted her head.
"Are you okay?"
"Don't I look okay?" She shrugged, almost offended, but she knew no one was ever interested in Gil's well-being, except herself- and he probably wasn't used to people caring about him. She understood that.
"Sorry I asked." He sighed and took a seat next to her.
"Don't be. I'm sorry."
"You... wanna talk about it," she offered in a gentle voice. He shook his head quickly and leaned back in the chair, refusing to meet her eyes.
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm fine, I promise." She eyed him a little longer, knowing something was definitely wrong. He was never afraid to look her in the eyes, but today was different. Something was wrong and she was determined to find out what.
A/N: Yes. So the beginning was Gil's dream. LOL. I'm sorry if anyone's confused. I guess I'll make it a couple of chapters long, because I couldn't finish it all in one chapter. smile Let me know what you guys think about this! It's called a 'REVIEW BRITTNEY'S STORY BECAUSE IT MAKES HER HAPPY AND SHE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER' review. LOL.