You Have My Attention
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Yeah. I don't own them. Yadda yadda.
Summary: Catherine finally finds out what the rest of lab has failed to notice. What happens when she takes the matter into her own hands?
A/N: Yeah. I felt like writing this because I just... dislike GSR strongly as of the moment. This is gonna be a short little, figthing Gil/Cath thing. Trust me. Won't be long. Also, while reading this, it might help to listen to: I'm A Sucker For A Kind Word & You Have My Attention by Copeland. That's what I was listening to while writing this. Haha.
She knew this was typical Grissom. Always sitting in his office, seperating himself from the world outside. But she knew how to get him to come out of his hole. She hadn't talked to him in days. Ironic enough, they were supposed to be working the same case. Lack of communication was starting to become a problem. Not only with Catherine and Gil, but with the rest of the Graveshift as well. It seemed to Catherine as if everything was slowly falling apart while they all stood back and watched.
She approached his office and lifted her hand to knock on the door, but reminding herself that she was supposed to be his best friend, she dismissed the thought and just walked right in. She now suddenly regretted not knocking in the first place. Her CSI skills didn't tell her that Gil and Sara were having a better time exploring than going over evidence from their case.
And that's when it hit her. That's when it all started to make sense. Why Gil was involving Sara in all the cases with them, why he was never around anymore, why everytime she called his cell phone, it was busy- so many things that she had been thinking about and demanding answers to finally caught up with her.
"Catherine..." She shook her head and walked out of his office, backwards; not even bothering to apologize for walking in on them. To her, she wasn't the one who needed to apologize. She didn't do anything wrong... except wait for too long, thinking he would make the first move. Obviously, she was wrong.
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She walked into the break room, it being the farthest room from Gil's office and took a seat away from the door. Nick joined her a few minutes later and noticed the look of depression on her face. He sat next to her and watched her.
"What did he do now?"
"How'd you know that's why I'm upset?"
"You never get this upset. At work, of most places." She dragged her hand over her face and sighed.
"I don't know what I did wrong. What the hell was I thinking? He was never ineterested in me!"
"When it comes to Gil, you know he's not the best one for showing emotion."
"Trust me. That's the least of his worries as of the moment."
"What?"
"Oh yeah. Him and Sara. His office. Go check it out if you don't believe me."
"Seriously?"
"Would I joke about this?"
"That's not even considered a joke. It fits into the category of a nightmare."
"I just can't believe him! He judges my boyfriends from outside of the lab and lectures on how not to get attatched to your case. Him of all people should be the one against relationships inside the lab!"
"If it makes you feel any better, Cath, I don't think they'll last long." She giggled and leaned forward to give him a hug. He grinned at her and stood both of them up from the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed when his strong arms wrapped around her waist. He rocked her back and forth for a few moments before slowly breaking apart from her.
Gil was walking through the door, trying to find Catherine when he saw them. He froze in place, wondering if this is how Catherine felt when this happened to her. They were obviously too busy to talk to him, so he backed out of the room and continued to walk down the hall. He was with Sara. He should be happy, right? He shouldn't be feeling jeaously. No. This couldn't be true. He was happy for Catherine. 'Am I, really?'
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They had avoided each other for the rest of month. Not even looking up at each other or riding in the same Denali to the crime scenes. He was with Sara and she was with Nick. His actions had spoken for him, and they had said enough for Catherine to get the idea that their friendship no longer meant anything to him. But it wasn't true. It was one of the most valued relationship's of his.
"Hey Cath? What you want for lunch?" Gil was sitting on the opposite side of the table, reading a Forensics magazine. Sara was out in the field with Warrick and Greg. Catherine and Nick were relaxing in the break room, on their lunch break, avoiding Gil.
"It doesn't matter. I just wanna go get it with you." Gil flipped the page of the magazine, acting like he wasn't interested in their conversation. 'When did this happen? Nick and Catherine? Odd combination. But... I'm happy for her. Aren't I?'
"We can go to that deli shop down the street if you want? I hear they've got great salads."
"Great. I'll meet you in the parking lot in five. Gotta get my purse." They reached for each other and kissed softly for a few seconds. Gil's gaze went from his magazine article, to the couple standing in front of him. He returned to his article almost as fast as he had looked up at them when their kiss ended. She stood there and waited until Nick was halfway down the hall before she turned to face him. "Magazine that good?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Be an ass, Gil. See if I care." She was almost out of the door when she heard his question.
"So when did this happen?" She narrowed her eyes and turned around. "You and Nick, I mean?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she replied sarcastically. He placed his magazine down on the table and took off his glasses. "Why you wanna know anyways? It's none of your business. Do you hear me asking about you and what's her face?"
"Real mature, Cath."
"Yeah. Ignoring your best friend and running off with your co-worker without mentioning anything is real mature, Grissom!"
"What do you know about Nick?"
"I know a lot. What's it to you?"
"Are you two together because you think it could go somewhere... or are you two together to get me to notice?"
"It must mean something to you for you to ask. And if you think you're going to ignore me for weeks without end and expect an answer to a question like that, you're fucking mistaken, you son of a bitch." He grew silent with her use of words and leaned back in his chair. She opened the door again, but paused and stuck her head back in the room. "Doesn't feel too good to be left out, does it?"
And with that, she was gone.
A/N: See? Story is almost halfway over. LOL. Sorry for grammar mistakes. I'm on my cousin's crappy computer without spellcheck thingy. Reviews would be nice!! smiles and blinds you with my adorkable braces Pleaseeeeeeeee. LOL
