Author's Note: Sorry for such a long wait for the update guys! I've been really busy this school year. Senior Year's over now, so I can concentrate more on my stories! yay! I hope you like this chapter, it's really angsty. I was crying when typing this baby up; I really don't like confrontations, and you'll see why.

Rating on previous chapters

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! ARE YOU HAPPY BRUCKHEIMER AND ZUIKER! I CURSE THE WRITERS OF CSI! CURSE YOU CSI WRITERS, CURSE YOU! Okay, that was a little bit over the top, but I needed to vent somehow, right? And besides, isn't everyone pissed off at the writers for one reason or another? lol. Enjoy peoples!

Chapter 4

"Nick," Gil tried to remain calm, but the constant checking of his pulse was a clear sign of anger, "Could you..."

"I'm gone," Nick sputtered quickly. His sympathetic brown eyes met Cath's anxious, May Grissom have mercy on your soul. Nick went back into the room and the Dragnet marathon.

Her gaze spiraled to the floor tiles, hands held behind her back like a soon to be scolded student. Calm down, just calm down; You can do this, Catherine. Don't worry, you'll be fine. You did the right thing...right? Just breathe!

"Catherine?" his voice was like a dull razor going slowly down her spine.

Her eyes met his, "Gil?"

"We need to talk."

"I know that." she leant back on the white wall of the hospital, bracing herself for the Wrath of Grissom.

He exaled through clenched teeth, "I know that you covered for Keppler."

"Yeah? So does Nick."

Gil grabbed her by the arms and drew her close,"Dammit, Catherine! Now is not the time for being a smartass; What you did was enough to get you fired. I can't believe you; getting your dead dad's thugs to threaten the D.A. and Sherriff? What the hell were you thinking?!"

"'What was I thinking?! What was I thinking?!'" Catherine tosseed her hair and laughed cynically. She looked straight into his eyes, "The same thing that went through your head when you came crawling to me, practically begging me to help Sara when you found out that she got pulled over for another DUI; That you would do anything for the one you loved! So don't ask me 'What I was thinking?' when you know the exact answer."

"Catherine, I..."

"Don't 'Catherine' me, Gil Grissom! I'm am your best friend, and the least you could do as my friend is not chastise me for doing what I think best. You did what you thought best when it came to Sara, asking me if my father's 'thugs' could prevent her from losing her job and from going to prison. I've had hypocrites yelling down my throat and humiliating me all of my life, and I don't need you to start becoming one now. You may think what I did is wrong, but before you start accusing me of something, take a good, hard look at yourself!"

He was speechless. His throat closed up from his anger, and his mouth remained closed, fearing further embarrassment.

Catherine's right. She's right. Goddammit, I'm not. Clenching his fists in frustration, Grissom kept his mouth shut and stormed off.

Catherine took a deep breath and headed back to Mikes room; the worst was over...for now.

Yeah, I bawled like a baby when I finished this chapter, but don't worry, Gil and Cath will work things out soon enough. I hoped you liked the chapter. Please Read and Review, you know you want to!