Disclaimers: Not mine
Spoilers: Nope
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UNINTENTIONAL
(Chapter 2 – June 28, 2003, 2:00 AM)
"Catherine?" Grissom found his colleague alone in
the break room, staring blankly at a case file.
"She did everything for him. She worked 2 jobs to
get him money, she took care of their children, she made sure there was food on
his table and clothes on his back...she did everything. And this is what she
got in return." Catherine held up the case file for him to see,
"Single shot to the right temple. He confessed."
"There's a lot of evil out there." Grissom shook his head sadly, taking
a seat beside her on the couch. When she said nothing, he looked at her worriedly
and realized what it was that was bothering her. "You're thinking about
Eddie?"
"I'm thinking about what it used to be like with Eddie." She corrected
him. "Sometimes I wonder why I even stuck around..."
"You were in love." He shrugged.
"Blindly." She sighed, closing the folder in
her hands, "But I realize I'm already a lot luckier than most women in
this world." She tapped the folder with her finger, "At least I'm
still alive."
"That, you are." He gave her a small smile.
She smiled in return and got up from the couch, "I'm
gonna head home now."
"Do you want a ride?"
"I drove."
"I know but..." He paused, "Are you sure you're ok? I could give
you a lift home."
"I'm fine, Grissom." She answered in a tired tone. "I'll see you
tomorrow."
He nodded and watched as she left the room. He knew she wasn't
ok but there was nothing he could do if she wasn't willing to confide in him. Sighing,
he got up and headed across the hall to check on Greg. The lab tech wasn't there but Sara was.
"Hey, I thought you went home."
"Not yet. You should go home though." He
glanced at the microscope she had been looking at.
"I will as soon as I finish this." Noticing the concern on his face, she
frowned, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He shook his head, not one to
share his feelings with others. "If Greg comes back, tell him to see me in
my office." With that, he exited the DNA area and headed down the hall to
his office. Closing the door, he found temporary peace at his desk. But he couldn't stop thinking about Catherine. He worried
about her but what could he do? She obviously didn't want to talk to him about whatever was bothering her.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, not
realizing sleep was overcoming him.
*To be continued…*
