~Waiting in a daydream..waiting in the slipstream..waiting..
Catherine's head was spinning as she fought back the tears stinging her eyes.
"Catherine?" Brass asked softly.
"Do they-does the rest of the team know?" she finally managed to ask.
Brass shook his head slowly, hating himself for having to be the barer of bad news, but hating Grissom even more for giving him the duty of telling Catherine.
"I should probably go try to explain," Catherine sighed. "But my god, what I am supposed to tell them? Gris ditched us, I'm taking over..did he even have the decency to say where he was gallivanting off to?"
Brass once again shook his head, as Catherine went on. "Did he think we wouldn't worry? I mean in this memo he says a month or two, but for pity's sake, he gave me his office Jim. His office with all of the pictures and that damned spider that eats who knows what. I know I complained to him about it all the time, but he didn't have to leave for me to get an office."
She tossed the offending memo back on Brass's desk, and sank back into a chair. "To quote my daughter, 'this is so not cool.'"
"We'll wait until everyone gets here to explain what's going on," Brass said, wishing he had some words of comfort or encouragement for her. He handed Catherine a sealed envelope with her name on it, "This was with the memo, I'll, uh, give you some privacy."
As Brass left her alone in his office, Catherine slowly opened the envelope to reveal a short note:
Catherine, Congratulations on finally getting to step up as team supervisor. You're going to be wonderful at it, I know. You've been such a light, both for the team and for me, these past few years. I can't begin to explain how much you've done for all of us. You will forever have my love and respect. -Gil
Crumpling the note in her shaking hands, Catherine walked numbly out of Brass's office and down the halls of CSI, feeling like she was trapped in some awful dream.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she managed to say as she passed Brass who was chatting with one of his officers.
It wasn't until she was seated inside her car in the parking lot, that Catherine allowed the tears she'd been holding back for the last hour to flow freely. Grasping the now wrinkled note, she read the words over and over, searching for an impossible clue to a question that terrified her. Was this goodbye?
Catherine's head was spinning as she fought back the tears stinging her eyes.
"Catherine?" Brass asked softly.
"Do they-does the rest of the team know?" she finally managed to ask.
Brass shook his head slowly, hating himself for having to be the barer of bad news, but hating Grissom even more for giving him the duty of telling Catherine.
"I should probably go try to explain," Catherine sighed. "But my god, what I am supposed to tell them? Gris ditched us, I'm taking over..did he even have the decency to say where he was gallivanting off to?"
Brass once again shook his head, as Catherine went on. "Did he think we wouldn't worry? I mean in this memo he says a month or two, but for pity's sake, he gave me his office Jim. His office with all of the pictures and that damned spider that eats who knows what. I know I complained to him about it all the time, but he didn't have to leave for me to get an office."
She tossed the offending memo back on Brass's desk, and sank back into a chair. "To quote my daughter, 'this is so not cool.'"
"We'll wait until everyone gets here to explain what's going on," Brass said, wishing he had some words of comfort or encouragement for her. He handed Catherine a sealed envelope with her name on it, "This was with the memo, I'll, uh, give you some privacy."
As Brass left her alone in his office, Catherine slowly opened the envelope to reveal a short note:
Catherine, Congratulations on finally getting to step up as team supervisor. You're going to be wonderful at it, I know. You've been such a light, both for the team and for me, these past few years. I can't begin to explain how much you've done for all of us. You will forever have my love and respect. -Gil
Crumpling the note in her shaking hands, Catherine walked numbly out of Brass's office and down the halls of CSI, feeling like she was trapped in some awful dream.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she managed to say as she passed Brass who was chatting with one of his officers.
It wasn't until she was seated inside her car in the parking lot, that Catherine allowed the tears she'd been holding back for the last hour to flow freely. Grasping the now wrinkled note, she read the words over and over, searching for an impossible clue to a question that terrified her. Was this goodbye?