Thirteen Grand
By: Allie

A/N: This is drabble 11. Follows "Not Enough" in the "Save Me" drabble series. Catherine's POV. I wrote this a long time ago, and never published it here. I hope you enjoy it.
Summary: "Talk about all that you kept bottled up inside, makes you laugh, then it makes you cry." -- Thirteen Grand, The Wrens.


Is this happening, Catherine wonders, digging her fingers deeper in Grissom's jacket.

This love, this spark of happiness grown from tragedy?

He wanted to help her heal her. But she was unsure if her wounds, freshly bandaged and scabbed over, could ever fully heal.

She shuddered, a chill running through her despite the warmth of Gil's arms tangled in hers. She couldn't be the woman he loved - strong, confident, independent. Not right now.

She was damaged. Uncapable of loving him the way she herself wanted to love him. And that wasn't fair, to either of them.

"We can't do this, Gil," Catherine stammered, defeated. "I won't let you do this."

TBC.