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"No."

"Can we please just discuss this?"

"I said no, Gil."

"Well, then since I'm the supervisor, I decide I'm ready to come back whether you like it or not."

She spun around, eyes wide opened and lips formed into a thin line.

"Actually, I'm supervisor right now and I get to decide when you are ready to come back. And you are not ready yet."

"But…" His voice was confused and stubborn.

"I don't want to discuss this, Grissom, damn it!" She had a look of raw anger in her eyes. And he was left speechless with his heart pumping wildly as she stormed out of the room.

He followed her.

"Leave me alone, Gil."

He reached out and took a gentle hold of her arm.

"I don't want to argue with you."

"It's a little late for that," she muttered.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do with myself when you're not here."

She flinched briefly. She couldn't have him saying things like that, it distracted her and softened her and made her believe that maybe he actually felt something for her.

"I have to go," she muttered.


"Good morning."

She jumped at his voice, releasing an involuntary scream.

"Goodness! Gil…" She calmed herself.

"I'm sorry; I didn't intend to frighten you."

She nodded and dropped her bag.

She went to sit in the kitchen and he positioned himself opposite her. For a while they just sat there.

"Do you want me to make you breakfast?"

She smiled weakly.

"Breakfast would be nice."

He got up and busied himself at the counter.

"I want you to wait, Gil."

He turned around, puzzled.

"To go back to work. I want you to wait, at least until the two weeks are up. We can get you some books and a couple of crosswords. And then there's a hundred channels on the TV, I'm sure we can find something you'd like. You can use my laptop as well, we have wireless…" She ranted.

He stood behind her and started to massage her back. She closed her eyes and let herself be lost in his touch.

"You're so tense."

"Mhmm."

"I don't want to stress you; I'd like to help you."

"I stress because I worry, and I worry because you're so impatient. I will worry even more if you go back to work too soon."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for snapping last night. I just… Worry."

"I'll finish your breakfast," he kissed the top of her head and turned back to the counter.

"I don't like to argue either."

"I know, Cath."