Monday morning continued....
He squinted his eyes as the sun glared through his windshield. "Why does it always seem I'm driving east into the rising sun or west into the setting sun?" he wondered to himself. He was tired, what with Nick and Sara off. "Nick, Nick..., I find out you weren't sick last night...." He was fairly certain Nick had been with Sara. While there were no regulations against inter office relations, there were certain requirements for using sickdays. Unfortunately for Nick, being with Sara wasn't one them. But he knew he wouldn't do anything about it, it was one of the things he hated most about being supervisor, disciplining people. Besides he thought to himself, he probably would have done the same thing, after all he and Catherine had grown closer themselves.
Grissom parked in front of Catherine's house and exited his vehicle, stretching to ease the stiffness brought on by having spent several hours bent over a microscope during the previous shift. He welcomed the warmth of the sun on his back as he rang the doorbell.
"I'll get it, I'll get it." Lindsay's excited voice could be heard from within. She pulled the door open with the energy that only someone her age could have this early in the morning. "You came, you came," she said, her eyes dancing. She reached up to hug Grissom. "I thought you might forget."
Grissom knealt in front of her. "Of course not. I wouldn't forget the first day of a new school year. I promised I'd be here."
"Daddy would promise too, but he would always forget." There was a touch of sadness in Lindsay's voice. Grissom put his hand under her chin and lifted her face up to look at him. He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling at her. "I'm sure he had a good reason as to why he didn't keep his promises," he said, trying his best to reassure her.
"I bet he did." Catherine had entered the room, the tone in her voice betrayed her feelings towards her ex-husband.
"Mommy!" Lindsay spun away from Grissom and skipped across the room. "He kept his promise. He came to see me off to school."
"I see that sweetheart." Catherine bent down to straighten Lindsay's dress, but looked up at Grissom. She knew Grissom most likely would have been there anyway. They had been spending the majority of mornings together the last several months. He just usually waited until after Lindsay had left for school.
"It's time for the bus Lindsay."
Catherine watched from the front steps as Grissom and Lindsay waited at the end of the drive-way for the school bus. She often wondered what her life would have been like had she not married Eddie. The memories of those bad years flooded back into her mind. Sometimes the only things that got her through them were Grissom and Lindsay.
The bus had left and Grissom was watching Catherine, he could tell she was somewhere else right now, deep in thought. "Catherine," he said quietly, not wanting to startle her.
"What? Oh..., Grissom." Catherine snapped back to present time.
"Eddie?" Grissom questioned, knowing he was the only one that could make Catherine act that way.
"Who else?" Catherine responded, the bitterness creating an edge in her voice..
"What did he do now?" They turned and entered the house.
"Oh, nothing this time. I was just thinking about the only thing we managed to get right."
"Lindsay."
"Yes, but enough about Eddie." Catherine had often thought after the divorce she would never remarry. There had been other men since Eddie, but none of them had what she needed. Grissom, though, was someone she had hoped would start to notice her in a way other than just a colleague at work, and lately that was happening. She had noticed him watching her. He had probably thought she didn't notice, but she had. But Grissom being Grissom, she knew she would have to make the first move. She had invited him to attend one of Lindsay's recitals. She felt guilty at first, for using her own daughter like that, but it worked, followed by having coffee together after shift, and now she and Grissom were spending most mornings together.
"Catherine?" Grissom had walked up behind her and put his arms around her. "You're not spacing out on me again are you?"
"No, I was just thinking."
"About what?" There was an edge of concern in Grissom's voice, Catherine wasn't usually this distant.
"Breakfast. I was thinking about breakfast." She began to get dishes out as she hoped Grissom wouldn't press the subject. "What do you want?"
"You." He responded.
"What?" Catherine was somewhat shocked, not sure what he meant by his answer.
"You." He repeated, shocking even himself. "I want you."
Catherine turned, looking Grissom in the eyes. "Gil, I'm not sure I'm..." She didn't finish, Grissom had taken her in his arms and kissed her. The look on his face matching hers.
Catherine put her arms around his neck, "Are we sure we want to do this?"
"I am." With that Grissom picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
He squinted his eyes as the sun glared through his windshield. "Why does it always seem I'm driving east into the rising sun or west into the setting sun?" he wondered to himself. He was tired, what with Nick and Sara off. "Nick, Nick..., I find out you weren't sick last night...." He was fairly certain Nick had been with Sara. While there were no regulations against inter office relations, there were certain requirements for using sickdays. Unfortunately for Nick, being with Sara wasn't one them. But he knew he wouldn't do anything about it, it was one of the things he hated most about being supervisor, disciplining people. Besides he thought to himself, he probably would have done the same thing, after all he and Catherine had grown closer themselves.
Grissom parked in front of Catherine's house and exited his vehicle, stretching to ease the stiffness brought on by having spent several hours bent over a microscope during the previous shift. He welcomed the warmth of the sun on his back as he rang the doorbell.
"I'll get it, I'll get it." Lindsay's excited voice could be heard from within. She pulled the door open with the energy that only someone her age could have this early in the morning. "You came, you came," she said, her eyes dancing. She reached up to hug Grissom. "I thought you might forget."
Grissom knealt in front of her. "Of course not. I wouldn't forget the first day of a new school year. I promised I'd be here."
"Daddy would promise too, but he would always forget." There was a touch of sadness in Lindsay's voice. Grissom put his hand under her chin and lifted her face up to look at him. He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling at her. "I'm sure he had a good reason as to why he didn't keep his promises," he said, trying his best to reassure her.
"I bet he did." Catherine had entered the room, the tone in her voice betrayed her feelings towards her ex-husband.
"Mommy!" Lindsay spun away from Grissom and skipped across the room. "He kept his promise. He came to see me off to school."
"I see that sweetheart." Catherine bent down to straighten Lindsay's dress, but looked up at Grissom. She knew Grissom most likely would have been there anyway. They had been spending the majority of mornings together the last several months. He just usually waited until after Lindsay had left for school.
"It's time for the bus Lindsay."
Catherine watched from the front steps as Grissom and Lindsay waited at the end of the drive-way for the school bus. She often wondered what her life would have been like had she not married Eddie. The memories of those bad years flooded back into her mind. Sometimes the only things that got her through them were Grissom and Lindsay.
The bus had left and Grissom was watching Catherine, he could tell she was somewhere else right now, deep in thought. "Catherine," he said quietly, not wanting to startle her.
"What? Oh..., Grissom." Catherine snapped back to present time.
"Eddie?" Grissom questioned, knowing he was the only one that could make Catherine act that way.
"Who else?" Catherine responded, the bitterness creating an edge in her voice..
"What did he do now?" They turned and entered the house.
"Oh, nothing this time. I was just thinking about the only thing we managed to get right."
"Lindsay."
"Yes, but enough about Eddie." Catherine had often thought after the divorce she would never remarry. There had been other men since Eddie, but none of them had what she needed. Grissom, though, was someone she had hoped would start to notice her in a way other than just a colleague at work, and lately that was happening. She had noticed him watching her. He had probably thought she didn't notice, but she had. But Grissom being Grissom, she knew she would have to make the first move. She had invited him to attend one of Lindsay's recitals. She felt guilty at first, for using her own daughter like that, but it worked, followed by having coffee together after shift, and now she and Grissom were spending most mornings together.
"Catherine?" Grissom had walked up behind her and put his arms around her. "You're not spacing out on me again are you?"
"No, I was just thinking."
"About what?" There was an edge of concern in Grissom's voice, Catherine wasn't usually this distant.
"Breakfast. I was thinking about breakfast." She began to get dishes out as she hoped Grissom wouldn't press the subject. "What do you want?"
"You." He responded.
"What?" Catherine was somewhat shocked, not sure what he meant by his answer.
"You." He repeated, shocking even himself. "I want you."
Catherine turned, looking Grissom in the eyes. "Gil, I'm not sure I'm..." She didn't finish, Grissom had taken her in his arms and kissed her. The look on his face matching hers.
Catherine put her arms around his neck, "Are we sure we want to do this?"
"I am." With that Grissom picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.