Back To You 1/?
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, a little swearing
AN: Thanks so much to Manda for all the help and encouragement! You Rock!! :)
Disclaimer: The show and the characters don't belong to me.
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Catherine Willows sat at home on her living room couch, waiting for Eddie to show up. She had called him earlier, and told him she needed to talk to him, and it was important. He said her he would be over.
She was going to serve him with divorce papers.
She had carefully planned out what precautions she was going to take incase something happened. She made sure Lindsey was at her sister's house, having a sleepover with Jeremy. Catherine didn't want her around incase Eddie got physical and she saw or heard something that wasn't meant for little eyes. She didn't want Lindsey to know that her father beat her mother.
She then had called Grissom and told him she was serving Eddie with divorce papers, He asked if she wanted him to come over for moral support. She declined his offer, because if Eddie saw Gil he be even more angry. He then asked if she would call when she was done, so he could be sure that she was alright. She smiled, and told him that she would as soon as he left.
Everything was planned, and now she just had to play the waiting game.
Suddenly the door opened and in stumbled Eddie. She got up off the blue leather couch, and as he came closer she could smell the alcohols on his breathe. He had been drinking.
"Eddie, I told you I had to talk to you about something important, and you had came over here drunk?" she said, furious.
"I am not!" he scoffed. "Now tell me what was so important that you couldn't wait another 2 days until it was my turn with Lindsey."
She grabbed a stack of papers off the antique chestnut desk and handed them to Eddie. "We're getting divorced"
"You bitch!" he spat as he lunged towards her, pushing her into a wall, before they both tumbled to the floor. She tried rolling over so she could wiggle out from under him, but he pinned her arms down the the floor and she couldn't move. He delivered a swift couple punches to the right side of her face,
"Had enough?" he asked.
She rolled over, making him lose his balance and fall off of her.
"You're divorcing me so you can be with that bugman, aren't you?!" he yelled, knocking her around. "ANSWER ME!"
"No I'm not, Eddie. I just can't do with this anymore. You come over here and hurt me, and then tell me your sorry. It's happened too many times, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be the one who gives you the power to control me like that."
She was sick of the violence, and hiding the hurt from the people she loved. She was sick of pretending that she was alright for the sake of their marriage, and most of all she was sick of being scared of Eddie, like she had been for so many years.
He charged at her in a drunken rage, knocking her over once again, onto the chair beside her. The rough upholstery pressing patterns into the delicate skin of her cheek, seething as her gaze rose to meet Eddie's. He was sweating, the heat of the moment was catching up to him, and her mind whirled, eager to take advantage of that exhaustion.
Her soon-to-be-ex fell to the floor as she yanked sharply on the edge of the oriental rug which sat beneath them, such an innocent piece of decor until she'd really thought of what else it could do. Ironic- he'd always hated that rug.
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"Hello?" said the alert voice on the other line.
"Hi Gil, its Me." she said quickly, jumbling words." He came over and he was drunk. I told him about the divorce and he attacked me, I yanked the rug out from under him and he's ..."
With her back turned to Eddie, she didn't notice he was conscious and slowly creeping up behind her until she saw his reflection on the mirror across the hall. He was walking towards her with a long, shiny pole in hand. "Oh my God! Ed..." she screamed as he hit her over the head with the brass fire poker. Her limp body slumped to the floor unconscious and the phone went silent.
As a final act of being superior he kicked her limp figure in the stomach, causing her slim frame to slide gently across the hardwood floor.
"Sweet dreams, Princess" he said, as he walked out the open front door.
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Please review. Let me know what you think!
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, a little swearing
AN: Thanks so much to Manda for all the help and encouragement! You Rock!! :)
Disclaimer: The show and the characters don't belong to me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Catherine Willows sat at home on her living room couch, waiting for Eddie to show up. She had called him earlier, and told him she needed to talk to him, and it was important. He said her he would be over.
She was going to serve him with divorce papers.
She had carefully planned out what precautions she was going to take incase something happened. She made sure Lindsey was at her sister's house, having a sleepover with Jeremy. Catherine didn't want her around incase Eddie got physical and she saw or heard something that wasn't meant for little eyes. She didn't want Lindsey to know that her father beat her mother.
She then had called Grissom and told him she was serving Eddie with divorce papers, He asked if she wanted him to come over for moral support. She declined his offer, because if Eddie saw Gil he be even more angry. He then asked if she would call when she was done, so he could be sure that she was alright. She smiled, and told him that she would as soon as he left.
Everything was planned, and now she just had to play the waiting game.
Suddenly the door opened and in stumbled Eddie. She got up off the blue leather couch, and as he came closer she could smell the alcohols on his breathe. He had been drinking.
"Eddie, I told you I had to talk to you about something important, and you had came over here drunk?" she said, furious.
"I am not!" he scoffed. "Now tell me what was so important that you couldn't wait another 2 days until it was my turn with Lindsey."
She grabbed a stack of papers off the antique chestnut desk and handed them to Eddie. "We're getting divorced"
"You bitch!" he spat as he lunged towards her, pushing her into a wall, before they both tumbled to the floor. She tried rolling over so she could wiggle out from under him, but he pinned her arms down the the floor and she couldn't move. He delivered a swift couple punches to the right side of her face,
"Had enough?" he asked.
She rolled over, making him lose his balance and fall off of her.
"You're divorcing me so you can be with that bugman, aren't you?!" he yelled, knocking her around. "ANSWER ME!"
"No I'm not, Eddie. I just can't do with this anymore. You come over here and hurt me, and then tell me your sorry. It's happened too many times, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be the one who gives you the power to control me like that."
She was sick of the violence, and hiding the hurt from the people she loved. She was sick of pretending that she was alright for the sake of their marriage, and most of all she was sick of being scared of Eddie, like she had been for so many years.
He charged at her in a drunken rage, knocking her over once again, onto the chair beside her. The rough upholstery pressing patterns into the delicate skin of her cheek, seething as her gaze rose to meet Eddie's. He was sweating, the heat of the moment was catching up to him, and her mind whirled, eager to take advantage of that exhaustion.
Her soon-to-be-ex fell to the floor as she yanked sharply on the edge of the oriental rug which sat beneath them, such an innocent piece of decor until she'd really thought of what else it could do. Ironic- he'd always hated that rug.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hello?" said the alert voice on the other line.
"Hi Gil, its Me." she said quickly, jumbling words." He came over and he was drunk. I told him about the divorce and he attacked me, I yanked the rug out from under him and he's ..."
With her back turned to Eddie, she didn't notice he was conscious and slowly creeping up behind her until she saw his reflection on the mirror across the hall. He was walking towards her with a long, shiny pole in hand. "Oh my God! Ed..." she screamed as he hit her over the head with the brass fire poker. Her limp body slumped to the floor unconscious and the phone went silent.
As a final act of being superior he kicked her limp figure in the stomach, causing her slim frame to slide gently across the hardwood floor.
"Sweet dreams, Princess" he said, as he walked out the open front door.
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Please review. Let me know what you think!
