**Title: Waiting
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Spoilers: High and Low.anything involving Grissom's hearing loss is fair game
**Rating: PG
**Disclaimer: for as much time as I devote to these guys, they still aren't mine
**Thank-you's: To Gabe-I can't possibly thank you enough for your input on this fic. To Joe-the best pal a girl could have. To the Graveyard Shift Groupies-for all of your energy and enthusiasm this holiday season, you guys remind me of how fun Christmas can be when I'm not at work!!
**Author's Note: Writing this story has been an interesting experience thus far. I normally start a fic with no real idea of how or when I'm going to end it, but this story has a very specific timeframe and agenda. It also directly follows a song called Waiting by The Devlins (which can be found on the Six Feet Under soundtrack). So for this reason, you won't be finding my trademark teasers at the end of every chapter. Am I abandoning this practice for good?? Heck no, I have way too much fun with that!! The teasers will be back in full force in my new fic, Meet You in the Red Room (coming to a website near you!!) and of course, all of my on-going works. There is just something about the emotions I'm trying to get across that I think would be ruined by the teasers..so here's to something a bit different, enjoy!
~Waiting at the station.waiting for the right moves..waiting in the basement..waiting for the right cues.
Catherine leaned over the desk to peer at the computer screen.
"Bugs, she said softly, as once again her heart broke for him. What was so troubling that he was shutting even her out? She managed a small smile, "Enjoy."
For a brief second their eyes met, and for a brief second he felt the comfort and the inner strength to say what he needed to say. However, something deep within screamed out in fear, and once again he retreated, fixing his eyes back on the screen.
Two Weeks Later:
The little blonde girl across the aisle was staring out the window. Grissom smiled as she enthusiastically talked to her mother and those sitting around them, just as Lindsey had been chattering away about her school play two days earlier.
"And I play the Holly, the elf who gets to help Santa save Christmas," the little girl exclaimed prancing around the break room.
"That's pretty cool," Greg replied pouring a cup of coffee. "You know when I was your age, I got to be a reindeer in my class play."
"Really?" Lindsey asked in awe. "Did you remember all your lines?"
"I think I can still remember some of them now," Greg said striking a pose. "Oh no Santa, are you sure we can get all of the presents delivered in time?"
Lindsey giggled as Grissom appeared in the doorway, giving Greg a funny look. "Uncle Grissom, did you know Greg was a reindeer?"
"I can't say that I did," Grissom replied giving Greg a funny look as he headed back to the DNA lab.
"Are you excited to see my play on Wednesday?" Lindsey asked.
Grissom sighed to himself, he had been dreading this moment for two and a half weeks. "Lindsey, I know I promised that I'd come see your play, but I'm not sure I'll be able to make it on Wednesday."
"Why not?" the little girl asked staring up at him with blue eyes that sparkled just like her mother's.
"Well," Grissom began, not really sure how to explain something that even he didn't quite understand to someone so young. "I have to go away for a while. I don't want to go, but it's important."
Lindsey nodded, "I understand."
"If I could make it any other day, you know I would right?" Grissom asked.
"It's not your fault," Lindsey replied with a wisdom beyond her nine years. "Sometimes people have to do things. Mommy told me that's why daddy can't always spend time with me, but I know it's really because he's off with his friends. You're not like daddy so if you say it's important, then it must be really important."
As the plane began it's descent onto the runway, Grissom's thoughts drifted to the other blonde in his life, Lindsey's mother. He wondered how she would react when she found out that he was gone. Part of him felt horribly guilty for not explaining it to her in person, but another part of him knew that if he had told her in person, he would not have been able to handle her reaction. For as much as he appreciated Catherine's quiet solicitations and comforting smiles in regard to his recent moods, as much as he wanted nothing more than for her to tell him it would all be alright, he could not bring himself to admit to her that he was less than perfect.
**Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com)
**Spoilers: High and Low.anything involving Grissom's hearing loss is fair game
**Rating: PG
**Disclaimer: for as much time as I devote to these guys, they still aren't mine
**Thank-you's: To Gabe-I can't possibly thank you enough for your input on this fic. To Joe-the best pal a girl could have. To the Graveyard Shift Groupies-for all of your energy and enthusiasm this holiday season, you guys remind me of how fun Christmas can be when I'm not at work!!
**Author's Note: Writing this story has been an interesting experience thus far. I normally start a fic with no real idea of how or when I'm going to end it, but this story has a very specific timeframe and agenda. It also directly follows a song called Waiting by The Devlins (which can be found on the Six Feet Under soundtrack). So for this reason, you won't be finding my trademark teasers at the end of every chapter. Am I abandoning this practice for good?? Heck no, I have way too much fun with that!! The teasers will be back in full force in my new fic, Meet You in the Red Room (coming to a website near you!!) and of course, all of my on-going works. There is just something about the emotions I'm trying to get across that I think would be ruined by the teasers..so here's to something a bit different, enjoy!
~Waiting at the station.waiting for the right moves..waiting in the basement..waiting for the right cues.
Catherine leaned over the desk to peer at the computer screen.
"Bugs, she said softly, as once again her heart broke for him. What was so troubling that he was shutting even her out? She managed a small smile, "Enjoy."
For a brief second their eyes met, and for a brief second he felt the comfort and the inner strength to say what he needed to say. However, something deep within screamed out in fear, and once again he retreated, fixing his eyes back on the screen.
Two Weeks Later:
The little blonde girl across the aisle was staring out the window. Grissom smiled as she enthusiastically talked to her mother and those sitting around them, just as Lindsey had been chattering away about her school play two days earlier.
"And I play the Holly, the elf who gets to help Santa save Christmas," the little girl exclaimed prancing around the break room.
"That's pretty cool," Greg replied pouring a cup of coffee. "You know when I was your age, I got to be a reindeer in my class play."
"Really?" Lindsey asked in awe. "Did you remember all your lines?"
"I think I can still remember some of them now," Greg said striking a pose. "Oh no Santa, are you sure we can get all of the presents delivered in time?"
Lindsey giggled as Grissom appeared in the doorway, giving Greg a funny look. "Uncle Grissom, did you know Greg was a reindeer?"
"I can't say that I did," Grissom replied giving Greg a funny look as he headed back to the DNA lab.
"Are you excited to see my play on Wednesday?" Lindsey asked.
Grissom sighed to himself, he had been dreading this moment for two and a half weeks. "Lindsey, I know I promised that I'd come see your play, but I'm not sure I'll be able to make it on Wednesday."
"Why not?" the little girl asked staring up at him with blue eyes that sparkled just like her mother's.
"Well," Grissom began, not really sure how to explain something that even he didn't quite understand to someone so young. "I have to go away for a while. I don't want to go, but it's important."
Lindsey nodded, "I understand."
"If I could make it any other day, you know I would right?" Grissom asked.
"It's not your fault," Lindsey replied with a wisdom beyond her nine years. "Sometimes people have to do things. Mommy told me that's why daddy can't always spend time with me, but I know it's really because he's off with his friends. You're not like daddy so if you say it's important, then it must be really important."
As the plane began it's descent onto the runway, Grissom's thoughts drifted to the other blonde in his life, Lindsey's mother. He wondered how she would react when she found out that he was gone. Part of him felt horribly guilty for not explaining it to her in person, but another part of him knew that if he had told her in person, he would not have been able to handle her reaction. For as much as he appreciated Catherine's quiet solicitations and comforting smiles in regard to his recent moods, as much as he wanted nothing more than for her to tell him it would all be alright, he could not bring himself to admit to her that he was less than perfect.