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This is my first post on fanfiction. I'm usually on graveshiftcsi. I hope you all enjoy!
Catherine searched all throughout the lab to find Gil. She heard about the rough night he had had from Jim and she wanted to make sure he was okay. She started to get worried and was running like crazy throughout the halls asking anyone if they knew where he was. She sighed when one of the lab techs said they saw him go off in the tahoe. She knew she could track him and find out where he was. Her mind expected him to be at the scene, but the tracker took her to Lake Mead. Her mouth formed into a smile when she saw the tahoe and she quickly jumped out. She walked a bit when she saw a man sitting in the sand right by the water. Catherine knelt down in front of him, "Gil?"
He was looking straight ahead, not blinking. It looked as if he wasn't going to say anything. "Have I ever told you I love the beach?"
A worried expression had begun to form on Catherine's face. "No Gil." She touched his cheek and she saw his red, tear stained eyes.
He looked down.
"Gil, talk to me."
He started to get up, "I have to go Cath."
Catherine grabbed his arm, "Gil, wait!" He turned and looked at her. The sadness was evident in her eyes, so he pulled her in for a hug and put his head down by her ear. "You have to let me go."
She didn't know what to do. It was like he was going crazy. With that, she watched him walk away.
Next Day.
"Hey, Jim."
Jim looked up, "Hey, Cath."
"Has Gil come in yet? I wanted to talk to him."
He frowned, "No. Actually I'm starting to get worried. I've been calling and calling and I just can't get a hold of him."
This caused Catherine to start to shake. Had he done something incredibly stupid? "I'm going to check his townhouse."
She ran to her car and sped the whole way there. When she arrived she quickly jumped out of her car and ran to the door knocking. "Gil! Gil!"
She pulled out her spare key and unlocked the door, only to find an empty townhouse. She ran all throughout the house calling his name. Her tears began to roll down her cheeks. She wanted him here; she needed him.
Catherine drove to the lab, and when she arrived she found Jim waiting for her in the parking lot. She walked up to him and let a few tears fall. "I don't know where he is. He's gone."
Jim wrapped her in his arms. "He took a vacation."
Catherine's head snapped up. "What!?"
Jim held up his hands in defense. "He took a vacation." A slight smile was forming on his lips.
"For how long?" Catherine asked in disbelief.
"A year."
Her mouth gaped open. "A whole year! Where did he go?"
"Catherine, I don't know. No one knows. He needed a break."
"Well I wish he would realize that people need him here."
Jim laughed as Catherine sighed, "He didn't tell anyone?" There was sadness evident in her tone.
"No."