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A/N I'll write more if you want more, please review.
Wedding Bells
Chapter One
She leaned her head against the door frame as an amused smile crept across her face. He was oblivious to her presence, occupied in watching small, black beetles run across his desk. Every time one neared the edge, he would place his hand in front of it, encouraging it to turn around.
She watched, silently entertained, until three beetles ran for different sides of the table, and she couldn't help laughing as Grissom leapt out of his chair and tried to have two hands in three places at once.
"They're bugs, but they're not stupid," she said, trying to control her laughter, "I doubt they'd jump."
"Which one of us is the entomologist?" Grissom said as he carefully collected the beetles and put them into their cage.
"Well-known fact then, is it? That beetles are suicidal?" she responded sarcastically, taking a seat in front of his desk. "Now, I know you didn't ask me to come in early to watch you play with Paul and friends," she added with a smile, but a more serious tone.
Grissom didn't respond, as he took the cage back to the shelf. Catherine watched him, curiously. She could tell he was trying to avoid her question, but she could not think why. Her eyes followed him as he returned to the desk.
He felt her staring at him, but he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. Awkwardly, he sat down, focussing his attention on re-arranging his desk.
"And you'd better not have brought me in so we could sit in silence," she said, mockingly serious, with a comforting smile, hoping to entice him out of his silence.
He looked up at her and she repeated her smile. She could see uncertainty in his face as he just stared at her.
"Gil," she began softly, "Maybe you should just say it."
Grissom leaned back in his chair, but he didn't shift his eye contact, or change his expression, and he didn't speak.
"You obviously want to say it," Catherine said after a few too many seconds of silence.
When this also failed to bring forth words from Grissom, Catherine began to lose her patience, against her own will. She could see that he was nervous about speaking about whatever was on his mind, and she didn't want to get angry with him, but she had been in the middle of dinner with Lindsey when he had called. And she had willingly come in early, at his request.
Lindsey understood that when Grissom needed Catherine it was important, and, on this occasion, she knew what it was about. It had been their secret, and she had managed to keep it from her mother. So, as soon as Catherine indicated that it was Grissom on the phone, Lindsey had smiled excitedly and gathered her things to go to their neighbour's early.
Catherine had apologised repeatedly, and each time been assured that it was "Fine, Mom, really," with a giggle and a mysterious twinkle in her eyes. Catherine had noted the giddy behaviour suspiciously, but considered that Lindsey must be looking forward to staying next door. She hoped the reason was not their thirteen year old male neighbour, and made a mental note to find a different babysitter.
"When you decide you are going to speak, come find me," she sighed, perhaps sounding more angry than she had intended. She stood up to leave, but was stopped by Grissom's sudden ability to talk.
"I. I need to ask you something," he managed.
Catherine sat down. "Well, the best way to do that is to. ask me," she smiled.
Grissom smirked in sarcastic amusement, but didn't speak.
"Start with the silence again, and I walk," Catherine said, still smiling.
Grissom took a breath to speak, but was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
"Excuse me," he said to Catherine as he answered the call, relief evident in his voice.
Catherine watched him as he spoke, wondering if somehow he had sent a signal for someone to call him at just that moment. Her mind replayed the time in his office, processing the events for any evidence that it might have been possible.
Minutes later, she was disturbed from her case by the impact of the words Grissom was saying into the phone.
"I love you too," he had said softly, and affectionately.
The words hit her square in the chest and she felt her heart sink and her stomach tie itself into knots. Her heart rate increased and her throat tightened as she watched him smiling and laughing at whatever the woman on the other end of the phone had said. Her thoughts of who it could be, and how she might have lost him forever, consumed her attention and she didn't realise that Grissom had put down the phone until his voice broke through her concentration.
"Catherine? Are you okay?" he asked, concern filling his voice, prompted by the look of fear and panic that had suddenly swept across her face.
"Huh?. Oh, I'm fine. Just felt a little faint all of a sudden. I haven't eaten for a while," she lied, trying to regain control of her facial expression. "I think I'll go get something to eat," she said as she stood up, "Can we talk later?"
Grissom's face was wrought with concern, "Yeah.. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to come with you?"
"No!" she responded, maybe a little too anxiously, "I'm fine." She managed to smile convincingly enough for Grissom to not insist on accompanying her, and she left his office as unsuspiciously quickly as she could.
Her mind racing, she headed for the locker room, thinking it would probably contain the least people: the dayshift were out on cases, and the nightshift didn't start for a half hour.
On entering she found that her assumption had been accurate, and the room was empty. She dropped herself on to the bench and tried to steady her breathing.
She wasn't getting very far with this when Warrick walked in and was terrified by the sight before him.
"Cath?" He moved straight to her, kneeling in front of her and moving her hair back so he could see her face. "What's happened?"
The concern in his face somehow triggered laughter from Catherine. This concerned him more.
"Cath? What's going on?" he asked, frowning.
Still laughing uncontrollably, she shook her head, and in between breaths for air to fuel her laughter, she managed to speak audibly. "Nothing. nothing. I think, I just realised. I'm in love with Grissom."
TBC.
A/N I'll write more if you want more, please review.
Wedding Bells
Chapter One
She leaned her head against the door frame as an amused smile crept across her face. He was oblivious to her presence, occupied in watching small, black beetles run across his desk. Every time one neared the edge, he would place his hand in front of it, encouraging it to turn around.
She watched, silently entertained, until three beetles ran for different sides of the table, and she couldn't help laughing as Grissom leapt out of his chair and tried to have two hands in three places at once.
"They're bugs, but they're not stupid," she said, trying to control her laughter, "I doubt they'd jump."
"Which one of us is the entomologist?" Grissom said as he carefully collected the beetles and put them into their cage.
"Well-known fact then, is it? That beetles are suicidal?" she responded sarcastically, taking a seat in front of his desk. "Now, I know you didn't ask me to come in early to watch you play with Paul and friends," she added with a smile, but a more serious tone.
Grissom didn't respond, as he took the cage back to the shelf. Catherine watched him, curiously. She could tell he was trying to avoid her question, but she could not think why. Her eyes followed him as he returned to the desk.
He felt her staring at him, but he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. Awkwardly, he sat down, focussing his attention on re-arranging his desk.
"And you'd better not have brought me in so we could sit in silence," she said, mockingly serious, with a comforting smile, hoping to entice him out of his silence.
He looked up at her and she repeated her smile. She could see uncertainty in his face as he just stared at her.
"Gil," she began softly, "Maybe you should just say it."
Grissom leaned back in his chair, but he didn't shift his eye contact, or change his expression, and he didn't speak.
"You obviously want to say it," Catherine said after a few too many seconds of silence.
When this also failed to bring forth words from Grissom, Catherine began to lose her patience, against her own will. She could see that he was nervous about speaking about whatever was on his mind, and she didn't want to get angry with him, but she had been in the middle of dinner with Lindsey when he had called. And she had willingly come in early, at his request.
Lindsey understood that when Grissom needed Catherine it was important, and, on this occasion, she knew what it was about. It had been their secret, and she had managed to keep it from her mother. So, as soon as Catherine indicated that it was Grissom on the phone, Lindsey had smiled excitedly and gathered her things to go to their neighbour's early.
Catherine had apologised repeatedly, and each time been assured that it was "Fine, Mom, really," with a giggle and a mysterious twinkle in her eyes. Catherine had noted the giddy behaviour suspiciously, but considered that Lindsey must be looking forward to staying next door. She hoped the reason was not their thirteen year old male neighbour, and made a mental note to find a different babysitter.
"When you decide you are going to speak, come find me," she sighed, perhaps sounding more angry than she had intended. She stood up to leave, but was stopped by Grissom's sudden ability to talk.
"I. I need to ask you something," he managed.
Catherine sat down. "Well, the best way to do that is to. ask me," she smiled.
Grissom smirked in sarcastic amusement, but didn't speak.
"Start with the silence again, and I walk," Catherine said, still smiling.
Grissom took a breath to speak, but was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
"Excuse me," he said to Catherine as he answered the call, relief evident in his voice.
Catherine watched him as he spoke, wondering if somehow he had sent a signal for someone to call him at just that moment. Her mind replayed the time in his office, processing the events for any evidence that it might have been possible.
Minutes later, she was disturbed from her case by the impact of the words Grissom was saying into the phone.
"I love you too," he had said softly, and affectionately.
The words hit her square in the chest and she felt her heart sink and her stomach tie itself into knots. Her heart rate increased and her throat tightened as she watched him smiling and laughing at whatever the woman on the other end of the phone had said. Her thoughts of who it could be, and how she might have lost him forever, consumed her attention and she didn't realise that Grissom had put down the phone until his voice broke through her concentration.
"Catherine? Are you okay?" he asked, concern filling his voice, prompted by the look of fear and panic that had suddenly swept across her face.
"Huh?. Oh, I'm fine. Just felt a little faint all of a sudden. I haven't eaten for a while," she lied, trying to regain control of her facial expression. "I think I'll go get something to eat," she said as she stood up, "Can we talk later?"
Grissom's face was wrought with concern, "Yeah.. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to come with you?"
"No!" she responded, maybe a little too anxiously, "I'm fine." She managed to smile convincingly enough for Grissom to not insist on accompanying her, and she left his office as unsuspiciously quickly as she could.
Her mind racing, she headed for the locker room, thinking it would probably contain the least people: the dayshift were out on cases, and the nightshift didn't start for a half hour.
On entering she found that her assumption had been accurate, and the room was empty. She dropped herself on to the bench and tried to steady her breathing.
She wasn't getting very far with this when Warrick walked in and was terrified by the sight before him.
"Cath?" He moved straight to her, kneeling in front of her and moving her hair back so he could see her face. "What's happened?"
The concern in his face somehow triggered laughter from Catherine. This concerned him more.
"Cath? What's going on?" he asked, frowning.
Still laughing uncontrollably, she shook her head, and in between breaths for air to fuel her laughter, she managed to speak audibly. "Nothing. nothing. I think, I just realised. I'm in love with Grissom."
TBC.