Summary: GC three-shot Gil Grissom hates the word maybe.
Notes: This fic is a little different. It contains three chapters of three hundred words each. Sort of like a story told in long drabbles. I'm not sure if I explained that very well, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, there would be a heck of a lot more GC time. ;-)
--Maybe--
When pertaining to Catherine, there is one word that I despise above all others.
Maybe.
Generally, I like the word. It represents a challenge that I want to take on. But when it comes to her, I don't want to gamble or take a chance. I just want to know. I can think of countless times over the years when "maybe" was my least favorite word; it would have even taken the cake over "Ecklie."
Like years ago, when I was always wondering if Ed was hitting her. I could barely stand not knowing.
Then he died, and I wanted to know if she was coping well. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. I had no way of knowing because we weren't as close as we once were, and I didn't ask.
Gradually, we grew close again. I realized that I loved her as more than a friend, and I started to wonder if she returned my feelings.
It turns out she did. When she told me, there were so many "maybes" running around in my head that I could barely think straight. Questions such as: Maybe we won't make it. Maybe Lindsey won't like us being more than friends. Maybe our jobs are in danger.
But somehow, all those thoughts disappeared the moment we kissed.
The last six months have been wonderful. Since that moment when we discovered how the other felt, there has not been one single hesitation in our relationship. It's like we both know that we want the same thing.
But tonight, I hate the word even more than usual. Because tonight, I am asking a very important question. Maybe she will say yes, maybe she will say no.
Yes, I'm scared, but I have to do it.
I have to ask Catherine to marry me.
TBC... (IF I get at least two reviews...)