What Would You Do Without Me?
Rating: I haven't decided yet. Maybe teen?
Disclaimer: No, I do not own them.
Summary: The dreams. They come every night and they won't stop. They refuse to stop until he tells her how he feels.
A/N: Told ya I'd get this one updated! Whoo! Sorry for the wait and THANK you for all the reviews!! (smiles) They TOTALLY made my weekend. I love you guys so much. XD So here's the second chapter and I'm trying to hurry this A/N up because there's a new Graham Norton show that I'm itching to see. LOL. Sorry for any grammar mistakes!
Oh! btw: best read while listening to the song: Run by Snow Patrol. (smiles)
Gil sat at his desk, looking over the results Greg had given him moments ago. This was a huge case. Not one thing could be overlooked.
Catherine walked up to his office and knocked. He looked up from the papers he held and took in her appearance. She had on a pair of tight black pants with heels that drove him crazy and a low cut top, a black jacket over it to complete the whole outfit.
"Tough case we got, huh," she tried to make small talk. He opened his mouth to reply, the shattering of glass and the screams of their co-workers stopped him.
Smoke traveled down the hallway instantly, more glass shattering and more screams. Everything seemed to stop after the second explosion, water sprinklers going off in every room and hallway.
As soon as it stopped, more glass shattered, this time closer to Gil's office. His own windows shattered as he reached for Catherine and pulled her down to the ground. Gun shots were fired as they crawled close to each other to get behind his desk. The glass on the floor cut through their hands, bloody hand prints stained the floors as they slipped around in a mixture of glass, water, and blood to get underneath his desk.
Loud screams and deep voices could be heard out in the hall, ordering and yelling the investigators and detectives to get on the floor with their hands behind their head.
No one knew what the hell was going on. Half of the building was on fire, glass was everywhere, people were injured, and the worst part was, no one could find a way out.
Catherine clung to Gil underneath the desk, jumping every time a gun was shot or another explosion went off.
"Gil, what's happening," she whimpered softly.
"I don't know."
They remained under his desk for what seemed like hours. Neither one of them wanted to get out and check on things. The water dripped from the edge of his desk, all of his papers and work ruined.
But none of that mattered to him now. All that was important was that Catherine was safe. Her arms were tightly wrapped around him, her head rested against her shoulder as she tried to calm her breathing.
Both of them straightened up and tensed when they heard footsteps in his office. The sound of the crunching glass made Catherine shake uncontrollably.
"In here," one of the men said.
"There's no one in here," another voice called out.
"I'm checking anyways, smartass."
She looked up at him, fear clouding her eyes.
Gil knew they were caught. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her close. He kept one hand on the back of her head and gently forced her to rest against his chest, not wanting her to see the blood on the boots of the man standing in front of them. His heart beated painfully against his chest as the man bent at the knees, peeking under the desk and giving Gil an evil smirk.
"There's two of em'," the man called out as he grabbed Catherine by the hair and pulled her out from under the desk. She struggled against him, screaming and kicking. Gil tried to crawl out from under the desk, but more men ran into the room and blocked him from getting out.
"GIL," she screamed.
The man who had her by the hair forced her head back and whispered into her ear,
"Don't." She winced and cocked her elbow back, hitting him dead in the face. He loosened his grip on her hair, but not completely. She tried to crawl back on the floor to get to Gil but her caught her, pulled her back up by her hair, and held the gun up to her head. "Bitch," he spat out before pulling the trigger.
Gil's jaw clenched. His eyes burned with tears when Catherine's lifeless body slumped to the floor right in front of him, her eyes wide open, staring back at him and blood covering half of her face. He reached out to touch her, but stopped.
She was dead. For the first time in Gil Grissom's life, he cried.
"There's another one down there," the same man called out.
Finally, Gil was able to push his way out from underneath the desk and leaned over her. He brushed her blood soaked hair back, away from her face, and sobbed silently. His bottom lip quivered as the tears rolled from his cheeks onto her own. He almost prayed that his tears would bring her back to life- almost like in the movies but he knew such things weren't possible, yet he prayed for it anyways.
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He jerked up in his chair so fast, he almost flipped the whole thing over. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to find a pair of warm, blue eyes staring sadly back at him. He sat deadly still as she let her hand reach up to remove a tear that had escaped and rested on his cheek.
"Gil?"
"I must have fallen asleep," he quickly answered her back. She let her hand fall to her side and tilted her head.
"We've been friends for a long time, right?" He nodded, unsure of where she was going to take this. "So would you say you trust me?" He nodded again. "Then trust me with this." She crouched down next to his chair, looking him straight in the eyes. "You haven't been yourself lately. You hide your emotions so well," she complimented, "-but I know you better than that. Now tell me what's been bothering you."
"Cath..." Her features softened, almost certain he was going to tell her, but a loud gun shot echoed through the lab, making Gil literally jump from his chair and wrapping her up in his arms. She let out a soft whimper, the sudden shot scaring the life out of her and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
Soon enough, Bobby was running through the lab, apologizing and announcing his accident.
His arms weakly fell from her waist when he realized she was okay and no one was hurt. Her hands were resting on top of his thighs gently, the only thing that was keeping her from falling against his chest.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. She wondered what for. 'Not telling me what's been bothering him or just pulling me on the floor.' She gave him a gentle smile and cupped his cheek.
"Hey. You were just looking out for me, right," she saved him from his embarrassment and slowly pulled back from him. He closed his eyes, knowing he'd probably never get to hold her like that again.
A/N: So there it was. Was his dream sad enough? I was gonna have the 'man' kill Grissom too, but I was like, 'nah... better end the dream there to keep them guessing'. LOL. So yes. Tell me what you guys think! Please? You guys know the drill. "I'll love you forever!" lol.
And now... OFF to watch The Graham Norton Show!! (dances)