H1.
Next week seemed to appear sooner that he'd though it would. Grissom's flight would be leaving in less then five minutes. A minute before he'd left his house, he'd checked his computer. He'd hoped Catherine had answered his e-mail. She hadn't though. While Grissom was sitting in his comfortable airplane seat, he thought about Catherine. He'd missed her more than he could probably describe. Now that Catherine hadn't answered his e-mail, he knew it was going to be hard to get back to the way they used to be. Grissom sighed. How had he ever been able to get out of Catherine's life the way he had done?
Catherine's shift had just ended when she walked over to her SUV. Lindsey was staying the night with a friend, and she would be on her own that day. All she wanted to do was take a hot, relaxing bath and crawl on the couch to watch a chick-flick she'd probably seen a thousand times. If she was honest, she had to admit that she would do everything to keep her mind off of the fact that Grissom would come to Vegas some time this week. Since she hadn't bothered to e-mail him back, she wasn't having a clue of when exactly he would be Vegas. Catherine was scared. Scared of a lot of thing. But most of all, she was scared about the why's. Why did Grissom e-mail her? Why did he never contacted her after he'd left? But most of all; why was he coming back? She didn't want to think about it. She couldn't help it though. After he'd sent her that e-mail, Grissom was on her mind constantly. Again. She hated it. After a short drive, she arrived at her place. As soon as she was inside, she threw out her shoes and walked directly to the kitchen. Instead of just pouring herself a glass, she just took the entire bottle of wine with her to the couch. She decided to not take a bath after all, and just see what was on her television. Curled up on the couch, she became focused on the movie that was on her television screen. She wasn't totally sure what it was, but it had George Clooney in it. That was enough for her. After only two minutes, her mind already started to drift away. It drifted away to that night. That night, she'd thought her life would change for ever. That next day, she'd found out her life did change. Unfortunately, not the way she wanted it to change.
It had been the evening of Greg's twenty-fifth birthday party. At first, all of the other CSI's hadn't been that interesting in Greg's way of celebrating a birthday. That way of celebrating mainly included a lot of alcohol. Everyone showed up though, at nine sharp in the Hard Rock café. Greg had been able to discover the perfect drink for every single member of their team. Including Grissom. It had been 'round the clock of twelve when Catherine and Grissom sat down next to each other, both intoxicated with the alcohol. Jim and Warrick had already left, and Nick and Greg were both hitting on two girls at the dance floor. "You're enjoying yourself?" Catherine asked him, with a perfect smile on her face. Grissom smiled back. "As a matter of fact, I am. I like being with you." "And the rest of course," Grissom added quickly and he became a little flushed. Catherine smiled and let her hand rest on his when she said: "I've missed being with you, you know. We should spent more time together." "You're only saying that because you're drunk." Catherine looked at Grissom in amazement. She leaned in a little closer and said: "What makes you think that?" Grissom shrugged, but didn't answer her question. She leaned in even closer and said: "If you don't believe me, I'll show you." She grabbed his hand and took him to the dance floor. Grissom didn't even have time to tell her he didn't like to dance. Gil wanted to protest, but as soon as he felt Catherine's hand on his back, wasn't even thinking about getting away anymore. The two of them swayed to the music, and Grissom could feel Catherine's body pressing against his. His hands were glued to her hips, and his eyes were locked with hers. When the song ended, Catherine whispered in his ear: "I'm going home. You want to come over for some coffee?" Gil knew they wouldn't be drinking coffee. So did Catherine. He went over to her house though, were a lot of other activities had taken place.
Catherine sighed when she thought of that night. It had been heaven. Catherine knew both of them had been pretty intoxicated that night, but she had honestly believed that Grissom had meant everything he had told her that night. Including the 'I love you's'. When she woke up that morning, Grissom had been gone. He'd left her a note though, that said he'd made breakfast and that he would see her at the lab. Catherine still had that note. When she'd finally caught up with him at the lab, he'd told her he would be leaving Vegas. He hadn't say a word about their night together ever again. After almost an hour of thinking and drinking, Catherine decided to head for her bed. Even though she probably wouldn't be able to sleep, she hoped she would catch a couple of hours of it before she had to get back to work again.
It was almost five in the morning when Gil drove the way he used to drive so often. The way to his own house. He really needed to see Catherine, but he figured she wouldn't be home yet. That was why he decided to drive down his house. He had never sold it. As soon as he jumped out of the SUV he had borrowed, he realised how much he had missed Vegas itself. When he entered his house, Gil was surprised to see how clean his house looked. He hadn't hired a cleaner or anyone. When he walked through the hallway and entered the living room, he could smell who had been cleaning his house. Gil would be able to smell that scent even if it would be on the other side of Vegas. He inhaled deep; he smelled Catherine. Gil sat down on his couch. He wanted to talk to Catherine. He needed to see her. Now.
Catherine was exhausted when she walked to the locker room. Her shift had just ended, and she was glad she could go home. Lindsey had texted her earlier, saying she would stay over at a friends house again. Catherine knew she and Lindsey needed to spent some time together soon. It had been way too long since they had actually done something together, like shopping or seeing a movie. Catherine noted to herself that she should tell Lindsey to spent some time together soon. Catherine was sinking in her own thoughts when she arrived at her house, where she realised there was a car parked on the other side of the road that usually wasn't there. Catherine was alert immediately. She wasn't able to spot anyone sitting in the car though, so Catherine told herself to not be so paranoid and just get out of her car. While searching for her keys, she walked over to her house. "Catherine? Cath!" Catherine froze. She recognized that voice immediately. It was one out of thousands. She slowly turned around, were she immediately found those blue eyes she'd been longing to see for so many times.
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