Warrick felt the strain of the case as he laid on his bed. He had closed all blinds when he came home and tried to get some sleep.
It wouldn't come.
His head was racing.
He should apologize for what he had said.
Brown was afraid he had ruined it before it had begun.
Somebody rang the door-bell.
Warrick ignored it.
The bell rang again and with a sigh the man walked to the front-door.
"I thought I should see how you are doing." Grissom said matter-of-factly as he mustered Warrick who had nothing on but a pair of shorts.
"Hey, man. Wanna come-in?" Warrick gave way for his supervisor and Gris accepted with a curt nod.
They both agreed on having a coffee and soon the scent of freshly ground grains filled the air.
"Smells great." Gris commented.
"Yeah. A real good brew can make your day." Warrick prepared two mugs, no sugar or milk. He knew Gris had his coffee black like he himself. Warrick preferred good stuff pure.
As usual, Warrick folded up in his preferred chair.
"Do you feel better?" Gris asked.
"Yeah. Case's solved. Only..." Warrick did not know whether he should discuss his private life with his boss.
"Only the argument with Catherine, right?"
"Yeah."
The door-bell rang once more. Warrick groaned. No matter who it might be, he wasn't in the mood to open.
"Stay put. I'll handle this." Gris walked to the door. "Cath!" this was a real surpise.
"Gil. What are you doing here?" When the man did not give way, she asked, "Can I come in?"
"I'm not sure if it's a good moment. He's... Warrick's pretty jaded." Gris realized it was not his place to decided who was to get in, so he finally gave way. Cath brushed by.
"Uh, Catherine..." Warrick greeted her wearily and straightened. He should get dressed. He could see his boss standing behind Cath, shrugging his shoulders to signal his helplessness. "Just a sec." Warrick disappeared in his bathroom.
Catherine turned to face Gil, "He doesn't have to dress for you, huh?"
"Uh, what do you want to say with that, Cath?" Gil was puzzled.
"Oh, I mean, you scarcely ever visit anybody, and now all of a sudden everybody shows up here at Warrick's." Cath felt another pang of jealousy.
"We both know this case got to him. I don't think it's such an extraordinary action to care for my crew." Gil said.
"You didn't do this for Nick." Cath sneered.
"Nick has a different personality." Gil explained calmly.
"Could you two stop arguing?" Warrick stood in the room, being completely ignored by the two.
"Yeah. Like Nick is not visiting the Golden Gate except when on duty." Cath was angry, although she did not exactly know why. She had not expected anybody around and now was in the middle of a nasty argument with Gil when she had wanted to talk to Warrick.
"What the hell are you implying, Catherine? Nick was perfectly cared for by his colleagues. I would have been in the way only. It's different with Warrick. He needs me."
Warrick mad another attempt to be noticed, then shrugged and, frustrated as he was, left the house. He could not understand what was going to with Catherine or why she attacked Gris like this. Only thing he understood was that Cath and Gris were fighting over something. He was only the initial spark. They were not fighting over him.
The tall man made his way to a park where he sometimes went when his life was too much of a mess. He sat down at the lake and watched the swans.
Cath and Gil had kept arguing until they realized two things: they were yelling at each other and when they stopped to apologize to Warrick, the man was nowhere to be found!
"Great. Thanks a lot. I suppose that was exactly what he needed." Gil said sarcastically.
"Damn. I'm sorry." Catherine was contrite, "All I wanted was to tell him I don't think it was a good idea to ask him out." Cath walked to her car and left. She was angry with herself. How could she let herself go like this? And how could she attack Gil like this? The man was her best friend!
Gil watched Catherine rev up the engine and drive away.
It wouldn't come.
His head was racing.
He should apologize for what he had said.
Brown was afraid he had ruined it before it had begun.
Somebody rang the door-bell.
Warrick ignored it.
The bell rang again and with a sigh the man walked to the front-door.
"I thought I should see how you are doing." Grissom said matter-of-factly as he mustered Warrick who had nothing on but a pair of shorts.
"Hey, man. Wanna come-in?" Warrick gave way for his supervisor and Gris accepted with a curt nod.
They both agreed on having a coffee and soon the scent of freshly ground grains filled the air.
"Smells great." Gris commented.
"Yeah. A real good brew can make your day." Warrick prepared two mugs, no sugar or milk. He knew Gris had his coffee black like he himself. Warrick preferred good stuff pure.
As usual, Warrick folded up in his preferred chair.
"Do you feel better?" Gris asked.
"Yeah. Case's solved. Only..." Warrick did not know whether he should discuss his private life with his boss.
"Only the argument with Catherine, right?"
"Yeah."
The door-bell rang once more. Warrick groaned. No matter who it might be, he wasn't in the mood to open.
"Stay put. I'll handle this." Gris walked to the door. "Cath!" this was a real surpise.
"Gil. What are you doing here?" When the man did not give way, she asked, "Can I come in?"
"I'm not sure if it's a good moment. He's... Warrick's pretty jaded." Gris realized it was not his place to decided who was to get in, so he finally gave way. Cath brushed by.
"Uh, Catherine..." Warrick greeted her wearily and straightened. He should get dressed. He could see his boss standing behind Cath, shrugging his shoulders to signal his helplessness. "Just a sec." Warrick disappeared in his bathroom.
Catherine turned to face Gil, "He doesn't have to dress for you, huh?"
"Uh, what do you want to say with that, Cath?" Gil was puzzled.
"Oh, I mean, you scarcely ever visit anybody, and now all of a sudden everybody shows up here at Warrick's." Cath felt another pang of jealousy.
"We both know this case got to him. I don't think it's such an extraordinary action to care for my crew." Gil said.
"You didn't do this for Nick." Cath sneered.
"Nick has a different personality." Gil explained calmly.
"Could you two stop arguing?" Warrick stood in the room, being completely ignored by the two.
"Yeah. Like Nick is not visiting the Golden Gate except when on duty." Cath was angry, although she did not exactly know why. She had not expected anybody around and now was in the middle of a nasty argument with Gil when she had wanted to talk to Warrick.
"What the hell are you implying, Catherine? Nick was perfectly cared for by his colleagues. I would have been in the way only. It's different with Warrick. He needs me."
Warrick mad another attempt to be noticed, then shrugged and, frustrated as he was, left the house. He could not understand what was going to with Catherine or why she attacked Gris like this. Only thing he understood was that Cath and Gris were fighting over something. He was only the initial spark. They were not fighting over him.
The tall man made his way to a park where he sometimes went when his life was too much of a mess. He sat down at the lake and watched the swans.
Cath and Gil had kept arguing until they realized two things: they were yelling at each other and when they stopped to apologize to Warrick, the man was nowhere to be found!
"Great. Thanks a lot. I suppose that was exactly what he needed." Gil said sarcastically.
"Damn. I'm sorry." Catherine was contrite, "All I wanted was to tell him I don't think it was a good idea to ask him out." Cath walked to her car and left. She was angry with herself. How could she let herself go like this? And how could she attack Gil like this? The man was her best friend!
Gil watched Catherine rev up the engine and drive away.
