Summary: mid -Time of Your Death(finale scene).Catherine POV
Spoilers: Time of Your Death
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Catherine is not mine but can I have Grissom and Sara?No?
A/N: I was thinking of writing a Catherine POV fic for a while but then ToYD aired and changed my perspective so I changed...hers?

Much love to grisslybear for the beta, the best person to share my GSR obsession with.


Jamais vu

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n. the experience of being unfamiliar with a person or situation that is actually very familiar
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What started as a mild unsettling feeling soon brought a twitch in her gut, an uneasiness she hadn't felt for a long time; definitely not in this room. Catherine re-crossed her legs and straightened her posture, the situation now earning her full attention.

What is going on in here?

She looked at both of her long-time fellow workers sitting next to her, this time focusing on their body language. It wasn't the first time these two were sitting across the table exchanging case notes and from time to time looks she simply refused to bother interpreting anymore.

But wait a minute…

This wasn't the Grissom she knew…
Instead of being wrapped up in the leftovers of the shift's case files, instead of acting like there was no room for personal stuff in his schedule, Gil Grissom's eyes were now fixed on the woman opposite to him with an intensity she thought he could only save for inanimate objects.

And did Sara just flirt (if, you can call this flirting) with him?

Maybe it was just her imagination seeing things today. She was too tired; what she needed was to get home to Linds and her comfy bed.

Oh, the bracelet…beautiful stones, like the ones…Whoa!Here it was again, that weird vibe. Don't tell me…

If this wasn't the Apocalypse, then…All the times he acted like the equivalent of an iceberg, all those times he shut Sara off, it was all pretense, the sly bastard!

Being fooled by the person she spent so much time with, a man whom she considered a friend, made her feel hurt and stupid at the same time. She should have trusted her first instinct way back when he brought Sara to Vegas. Why would he choose her of all the CSIs? Yeah, first instincts are always true.

She had to give the girl credit for one thing though:she waited for him like a faithful little princess, something Catherine could never have done. No, if it was her call, the enigmatic scientist would have his ass kicked a long time ago.
But patience is requited after all; an ocean wave curving the rock away up to the point it breaks to pieces.

Are you about to break Gil?

That stare again…
God knows how many times she had been the object of hungry men's scrutiny back in her stripper days (and some of them involved a little more than eye interaction…), but nothing like this-what would be the word-longing?

The unexpected pinch of jealousy surprised her; this was ridiculous. How could she ever be jealous of Sara? And she sure wouldn't envy having a man like Grissom in her life. No, this was something else…
It was the feeling of loving and being loved back that she was jealous of. That warm feeling she hadn't felt for a longer time than her years in the service. Eddie could make her feel that way, sometimes, but then bad memories always had a unique quality to wipe everything away…

Would she ever find that feeling again? If it wasn't too late for Grissom, maybe there was hope…

She stirred on her chair again to banish gloom. She had to get out of that room. Now.

- …"I would settle for a birthday breakfast".

Gratitude was not what she ever expected to feel for Greg Sanders.