Disclaimer: These characters are not mine but borrowed. They are the
property of CBS. This is my first fan-fic and is a work in progress.
Please read and review. Hope you enjoy it as it is fiction of Grissom's
life.
Telephone rings in Grissom's apartment. "I'm not available please leave a message [beep]" answered Grissom's trusty 20 year old answering machine.
"This is CA 1032 calling for Fran Grissom. 'Gil, this is your mother. I was calling to say that Maura called. She needs your help. Please call me when you get this message."
Gil dragged into the townhouse at 2:30 in the afternoon after another double. He sat on the couch, propped his feet on the coffee table and let out a sigh. "Maura," he thought. "Only just yesterday, you were a baby." How much he had missed her.How much he had wanted to see her grow up. If only he had kept his cool. If only he hadn't let personal affairs cloud his work.
He picked up the phone and dialed the Nevada Relay Service, "This is Gil Grissom. I need to make a call to Mrs. Fran Grissom. Yes, the number is (310) 534-617. Yes, I'll hold." It had been several years since his mother had called him, and more than that since they had spoken of Maura.
"Hello, Gil,' repeated the voice of the operator who was relaying the call. "Hi, mom, go ahead" He had to use the relay service since he didn't have a TDD or telecommunications device for the deaf. It seems he had lost it when he'd moved to Las Vegas and never replaced the one he had.
"Gil, Maura called me yesterday to say she needs your help. Her fiancée has disappeared and she thinks something terrible has happened to him."
That last comment sent his mind reeling, "Fiancée?!??! It was just yesterday that she went off to first grade in California, the California State School for the Deaf in Fremont. It was just yesterday that they shared the all too painful loss of Corinne. Oh Corinne. Why couldn't I have solved that one?"
After a momentary pause, Grissom responded "What can I do to help? Go ahead." The response came "Come to California, Gil, your daughter needs you." With that, he knew what he had to do. He finished the call then got on the Internet to search for a cheap ticket.
In the CSI Breakroom.
"Catherine, I need you to run the unit for a few days. I'm going to California on some personal business." Catherine raised one eyebrow and responded in an incredulous tone, "personal business? Since when does Gruesome Grissom let personal matters interfere with work?"
"It's hard to say, Cath. It's something that I've hidden away for a long time. I closed that door a long time ago for fear that it would confuse personal matters with work. The truth is, I just couldn't deal with the loss and pain."
Bracing herself as for an uphill climb, Catherine prodded further, "Well, what is it? Won't you let someone in? You know we've known each other these many years and I'm still finding things out about you that I would never have dreamed to be true. For all I know you're married and have a family on the side."
Grissom turned away. He couldn't face her. Why hadn't he told Catherine? They had been through so much already with Eddie and the surgery. Why couldn't he tell her? Catherine stood with her arms folded, looking expectantly at the man with whom she'd worked for 11+ years, waiting for him to get the guts to just spit it out, whatever it was, that was taking him away from his first love, crime solving, to California.
"So is that it, Gil? You have a family tucked away in California that you've never even bothered to mention in passing to me, not even in passing? You walk through all these cases where this one shot that one because of betrayal in love and you stand so high above them because you've never 'loved and lost.' You've built this world around you that won't let anyone in because you don't want to let yourself be hurt so you never allow yourself the gratification of taking a risk on love. But the truth is that you have loved and been hurt so you keep everyone at bay so that it doesn't happen again."
"Catherine," said Grissom, gently. "You must understand one thing about me. Yes, I have loved. I loved her with all my heart.even before I threw myself wholeheartedly into crime solving. Her name was Corinne and I lost her. She was killed in a hit and run one evening while going out to get groceries. She was 6 months pregnant with our son. We never cracked the case. There was always hope, but that hope eventually died. What's more, we also had a daughter, Maura. Maura was 4 and a half at the time of the accident. Not long after Corinne died, Maura went to live with my mother."
Not sure whether to cry or scream or how to respond, Catherine maintained composure, but was visibly shaken at the news. "You know, the more I know you, the less I understand you. After all that we've been through, I thought that maybe you could've told me, but I forgot. You don't mix personal with business. I thought I was more than business to you, Gil. That really hurts me to the core. I'm outta here." And she stormed off.
Eyes following her fiery red hair, Grissom managed a weak "Catherine, wait!" It was too late. She had headed out the door to the department's black Tahoe to gather her thoughts before the departmental meeting that was to occur in 15 minutes in Grissom's office. What was he to do? He got up and followed her to her 'place of refuge.' "Damn, the door's locked," thought Grissom. He tapped lightly on the window and called to his friend. "Catherine. You're right. I've pushed you away and kept this from you, that which I knew could be a potential point of contention between us. Please let me in. I wanted to tell you." [click] The door was unlocked.
"Let's just get through this departmental meeting and I promise," Grissom took a deep breath, "I'll tell you everything." "Just like you told me about Eddie's cheating?" retorted Catherine attempting to let him know he was not going to be off the hook so easily. "Everything, I promise."
Telephone rings in Grissom's apartment. "I'm not available please leave a message [beep]" answered Grissom's trusty 20 year old answering machine.
"This is CA 1032 calling for Fran Grissom. 'Gil, this is your mother. I was calling to say that Maura called. She needs your help. Please call me when you get this message."
Gil dragged into the townhouse at 2:30 in the afternoon after another double. He sat on the couch, propped his feet on the coffee table and let out a sigh. "Maura," he thought. "Only just yesterday, you were a baby." How much he had missed her.How much he had wanted to see her grow up. If only he had kept his cool. If only he hadn't let personal affairs cloud his work.
He picked up the phone and dialed the Nevada Relay Service, "This is Gil Grissom. I need to make a call to Mrs. Fran Grissom. Yes, the number is (310) 534-617. Yes, I'll hold." It had been several years since his mother had called him, and more than that since they had spoken of Maura.
"Hello, Gil,' repeated the voice of the operator who was relaying the call. "Hi, mom, go ahead" He had to use the relay service since he didn't have a TDD or telecommunications device for the deaf. It seems he had lost it when he'd moved to Las Vegas and never replaced the one he had.
"Gil, Maura called me yesterday to say she needs your help. Her fiancée has disappeared and she thinks something terrible has happened to him."
That last comment sent his mind reeling, "Fiancée?!??! It was just yesterday that she went off to first grade in California, the California State School for the Deaf in Fremont. It was just yesterday that they shared the all too painful loss of Corinne. Oh Corinne. Why couldn't I have solved that one?"
After a momentary pause, Grissom responded "What can I do to help? Go ahead." The response came "Come to California, Gil, your daughter needs you." With that, he knew what he had to do. He finished the call then got on the Internet to search for a cheap ticket.
In the CSI Breakroom.
"Catherine, I need you to run the unit for a few days. I'm going to California on some personal business." Catherine raised one eyebrow and responded in an incredulous tone, "personal business? Since when does Gruesome Grissom let personal matters interfere with work?"
"It's hard to say, Cath. It's something that I've hidden away for a long time. I closed that door a long time ago for fear that it would confuse personal matters with work. The truth is, I just couldn't deal with the loss and pain."
Bracing herself as for an uphill climb, Catherine prodded further, "Well, what is it? Won't you let someone in? You know we've known each other these many years and I'm still finding things out about you that I would never have dreamed to be true. For all I know you're married and have a family on the side."
Grissom turned away. He couldn't face her. Why hadn't he told Catherine? They had been through so much already with Eddie and the surgery. Why couldn't he tell her? Catherine stood with her arms folded, looking expectantly at the man with whom she'd worked for 11+ years, waiting for him to get the guts to just spit it out, whatever it was, that was taking him away from his first love, crime solving, to California.
"So is that it, Gil? You have a family tucked away in California that you've never even bothered to mention in passing to me, not even in passing? You walk through all these cases where this one shot that one because of betrayal in love and you stand so high above them because you've never 'loved and lost.' You've built this world around you that won't let anyone in because you don't want to let yourself be hurt so you never allow yourself the gratification of taking a risk on love. But the truth is that you have loved and been hurt so you keep everyone at bay so that it doesn't happen again."
"Catherine," said Grissom, gently. "You must understand one thing about me. Yes, I have loved. I loved her with all my heart.even before I threw myself wholeheartedly into crime solving. Her name was Corinne and I lost her. She was killed in a hit and run one evening while going out to get groceries. She was 6 months pregnant with our son. We never cracked the case. There was always hope, but that hope eventually died. What's more, we also had a daughter, Maura. Maura was 4 and a half at the time of the accident. Not long after Corinne died, Maura went to live with my mother."
Not sure whether to cry or scream or how to respond, Catherine maintained composure, but was visibly shaken at the news. "You know, the more I know you, the less I understand you. After all that we've been through, I thought that maybe you could've told me, but I forgot. You don't mix personal with business. I thought I was more than business to you, Gil. That really hurts me to the core. I'm outta here." And she stormed off.
Eyes following her fiery red hair, Grissom managed a weak "Catherine, wait!" It was too late. She had headed out the door to the department's black Tahoe to gather her thoughts before the departmental meeting that was to occur in 15 minutes in Grissom's office. What was he to do? He got up and followed her to her 'place of refuge.' "Damn, the door's locked," thought Grissom. He tapped lightly on the window and called to his friend. "Catherine. You're right. I've pushed you away and kept this from you, that which I knew could be a potential point of contention between us. Please let me in. I wanted to tell you." [click] The door was unlocked.
"Let's just get through this departmental meeting and I promise," Grissom took a deep breath, "I'll tell you everything." "Just like you told me about Eddie's cheating?" retorted Catherine attempting to let him know he was not going to be off the hook so easily. "Everything, I promise."