My Thanksgiving
Chapter 4: Have you noticed…
A/N: And then there was a glimmer of hope….
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Have you noticed that an angry man
Can only get so far?
Until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be
With the way things are.
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She was in his arms, crying uncontrollably. Deep, heart breaking sobs. Dropping to his knees he sat her down on the floor, gently rocking her back and forth, back and forth.
"I'm sorry Cath. I am so, so sorry."
She said nothing, and he didn't push the issue further. Eventually the tears slowed, and her cries died down to small whimpers. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to it as a person would cling to life raft.
And then it dawned on him. This was what she had wanted all along.
He was so ignorant to what was going on around him. When she had told him it was personal, he made her tell him anyway. She told him not to tell anyone; and he didn't. But he'd also assumed that meant she didn't want him involved.
So he stayed, and she walked out. And he didn't follow her. Until now.
Returning his thoughts to the present situation, he tightened his hold slightly on her violently trembling form. The anguished cries rang through his mind, now unable to stay scientific, giving in to the emotional, irrational side of his brain.
Months of no one to turn to. Of lonely nights. Of lonely tears. Pain that had no doubt been shoved deep down inside her, sealed in a box and tucked away for safe keeping.
The organ music lingered in the background, his hands gently rubbing her back as he kept her safe. It seemed like only a few moments had passed when in actuality they had been sitting there for nearly an hour.
"Gil?"
He glanced downward at her to find that she had unburied her face from his shirt. In her stormy, pale blue eyes he perceived a hint of relief. "I shouldn't have accused you like that, it wasn't fair. I'm sorry."
No one to lean on. Nothing to hold on to, and still she apologized.
"You shouldn't be saying that," he replied running his fingers through her damp hair.
"Yes. I should. It was totally unprofessional."
So stubborn. So unwilling to compromise.
"If anyone should be apologizing Catherine, it's me."
"Gil Grissom, you already did."
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Here in this fragmented world, I still believe
In learning how to give love, and how to receive it
And I would not be among those who abuse this privilege
Sometimes you get the best light froma burning bridge.
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To be continued…
Thanks to everyone as usual, you know who you are.J. I love you all dearly for putting up with me all of the time. Only a few more chapters…we're nearing the end…. Stay tuned for chapter 5.
~Allison~