Misunderstandings
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Summary: Catherine misunderstands a background conversation while on the phone to Grissom but it all leads to eventual GSR even with Greg's even bigger misunderstanding :) ah how I love Greg X). This is just a little fluff piece to take a break from the angst that I am watching more box set and I cried at goodbye and good luck! And I forced myself to watch the good, the bad and the dominatrix and the sad thing is that she's prettier than I imagined her; I mean who can look that good in a hospital bed after being strangled? Life is too unfair and seriously how tactless was Catherine talking to Sara? Well she didn't know but seriously did you see the look on Sara's face? Ooh but did you see Brass almost telling Catherine bout Gris and Sara but noo they had to find a dead guy anyway the next chapter of a thin line between love and hate is on the way and so is 51 ways to say I love you but it's all a little hectic right now. This was meant to be a one shot but I kept making it longer so I've made it into a short fluffy story that is completly OCC! Please R&R xo
Disclaimer: Wow I really get into these, I love thinking of new ones so as you can probably tell I don't own CSI and this is purely for my own enjoyment but me and my friends are making a little mission to try and blackmail Jerry Bruckheimer, once we find something to blackmail him with to give us the rights to CSI in his will (wow I really shouldn't have told you that).
Spoiler: Wow I've never mentioned my spoilers before so this is a first anyway spoiler for Invisible Evidence and the episode where she asked him out to dinner (I don't know the name of it). I really don't have a CSI timeline so I don't have a clue with the surgery and stuff so just bear with me, my idea of a timeline is Ooh he has a beard so it's after season 3 and Catherine's hair.
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"Grissom" he answered his phone after finally finding it under the table.
"Hey Gil its Catherine, you know its Lindsey's birthday on Wednesday, well could I have Wednesday night off instead of Friday? Please it's really important" Catherine begged on the other end of the phone.
"Sure I don't see why not I'll..." his answer was cut short by a scream.
"What was that?" Catherine asked quickly.
"Grissom I thought you said you got rid of them all" a loud voice drifted through the house so clearly Catherine could hear it.
"Two seconds Catherine" Grissom answered her and he called back to the voice "I did, what did you expect me to do kill them?"
"Well you obviously didn't because there's one climbing up the wall of the bathroom and...Ah quick it's coming closer!" the voice grew more high pitched towards the end of the sentence.
Catherine knew that voice from anywhere, one Sara Sidle.
'"Catherine can I put you on hold for a second?"
"Yeah sure", Catherine had to stifle a laugh, the great Sara Sidle shouting at Grissom to kill something in her bathroom. "But what was he doing in her house?" she wondered.
Grissom calmly set the phone down and followed the voice to the hall outside the bathroom.
"That's the 3rd spider I have seen in the bathroom since you came here, I swear you attract them" Sara shouted at Grissom and Catherine couldn't help but laugh at their little conversation.
"I can't help that" he argued back.
"Well then you can blame your little friends because you are getting the sofa" she smirked at him.
"But why?" He whined.
"Because I am not risking spiders around my bed" she said simply.
"They don't follow me" he stated.
"I'm still not taking the risk of them being in my bedroom" she argued back.
"But Saaara" he dragged out her name.
"No buts Gilbert Grissom, you are getting the sofa" she said in a tone that said 'drop it'.
But he wouldn't "By myself?"
"Yep, why do you want me to help you?"
"No I'd rather you'd let me help you with the bed" he said while winking at her.
"You are nothing but a shameless flirt, Gil Grissom" she laughed "but nothing in the world would make me let you bring your little friends into my bedroom."
"Not even if I asked very nicely?" he asked seductively.
Catherine dropped the phone in shock and after retrieving it off the floor she quickly hung up to think about the conversation she just heard.
"No, deal with it."
"You know me just helping you could bring them into your house then they could go wherever they please" he teased her, still enjoying her discomfort at the fact she was afraid of spiders.
"Shut up Grissom" she shivered "you're creeping me out and the faster you get out if my apartment they faster your little friends do too!"
"Don't you don't like my company?" He asked with mock hurt.
"Nope" she replied smiling now "the only reason your here is to help me move furniture."
"Fine then, I don't think I feel like getting that spider out of your bathroom now" he said evilly.
"Oh no please Grissom, get it out of my bathroom" she begged, knowing she wouldn't be able to go into her bathroom until it was gone, it was her most hated weakness, the fact she was scared of spiders but she loathed them.
"No I don't think I will" enjoying himself even more now she had lowered get standards to begging.
"Please Grissom you know your my favorite person in the entire world" she tried, hoping flattery would persuade him.
"Why can't you do it, I mean it's only a little spider, don't tell me your afraid of a little spider?" he mocked.
She smacked his arm "It is a massive spider, I'll have you know and I am not going near it."
He chuckled and made his way into her bathroom, closely followed by Sara hiding behind him. He stared at the little spider on her bathroom wall "This is your massive spider?" he asked in shock.
Sara peered around him and looked at the spider "I swear it was bigger a few minutes ago."
He laughed "Yes because all spiders have that wonderful ability to shrink."
"Well you would know they're your best friends" she grumbled.
He walked over to the wall and scooped the little spider on to his hand and walked towards her.
"Grissom, stay the hell away from me" she screamed as he came closer and ran from the bathroom.
"Oh come on Sara it's only a spider" he tried to reason with her.
"Don't come near me until that spider is out of your hand"
"Fine, look, see no spider" he held up his hands so she could see.
"You are still getting the sofa" she glared at him.
"By myself?" he asked.
"Yes"
"But its heavy" he whined.
"It'll teach you not to mess with peoples phobias" she stated.
"Fine" he grumbled and left to go try and drag the sofa into her new apartment, forgetting about Catherine until he saw his phone on the table.
"Hello?" he asked to the dial tone as Sara walked in.
"Who was on the phone?" she asked.
"Catherine was until she hung up on me" he answered setting down the phone "and you'll have to work Wednesday night."
She raised her eyebrows at him "Lindsey's birthday but you can have Friday off" he replied to her unanswered questions.
"Okay, now shouldn't you be moving a sofa, sometime today would help" she smiled.
He glared at her but she just stuck her tongue out at him and he couldn't help but laugh at her childish behavior.
"Real mature" he said and slipped out the door before she could hit him.
He and Sara had come a long way from the dinner incident, it wasn't that he didn't want to go to dinner with her, hell of course he did but it was what would happen after dinner that scared him. He was losing his hearing and he couldn't let himself become involved with her, he knew he wouldn't have been able to cope if she left him so his plan was not to let anything happen in the first place. She just didn't realize that she had her entire life a head of her and she didn't need him, a dead weight dragging her down but recently that plan hadn't been working out so well. Take a couple of days ago when she had asked him to pin her down on the bloody sheet and he'd almost lost control then and there, being so close to her, he had to drag himself away but then she'd started over talking like she always did around and asked him about the promotion and he had to admit, that had struck him, then yesterday she had asked him if he could spare a few hours to help her move some furniture into her new apartment. He had agreed because he made a promise to himself that he was going to try to get things back to the way they were, when they were friends but all she had moved do far was a few boxes of books and a lamp, while there he was tackling the sofa because she refused to help him.
It was going to be a long day.
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TBC