~I said it's alright..it's alright my friend...yeah it's alright...just
waiting...
A million thoughts were zipping through Catherine's mind as she pulled into the parking lot of CSI headquarters. Part of her wanted so badly to believe that it had been Grissom in that truck behind her, but another part knew that she needed to accept the fact that he was gone.
"You two have just become my newest best friends," Greg said greeting Catherine and Lindsey in the lobby with newly dyed red and green hair.
"Mommy," Lindsey said tugging on Catherine's coat.
"What sweetie?" Catherine asked, handing several tins of cookies to Greg. Lindsey pointed out the glass door to a truck that was pulling into the parking lot.
"Oh my god," Catherine whispered.
"What?" a very confused Greg asked as Catherine handed him the rest of the tins.
"I'll be-I mean, I'm going to..." she paused, briefly and looked at Lindsey. "How?"
Lindsey merely shrugged, "I just wished that it would happen, and it did."
Catherine gave her daughter a huge smile, and then ran out to the parking lot.
"Where's she going?" Greg asked, juggling the tins.
"To see Uncle Grissom," Lindsey said smiling, as she skipped to the break room.
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It was like a scene from one of those movies she used to love making him watch. The ones that always left him saying, "That could never happen in real life."
In response she would always smile and say, "You never know Gil, it could happen."
And now it was happening. As he parked his truck, he had seen her standing in the lobby with Lindsey, talking to a colorful Greg. Then, in what had seemed like a matter of seconds, she was there with him. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she threw her arms around him.
"Nice to see you too Catherine," Grissom said softly, as he wrapped his arms around her.
Catherine pulled back for a moment and stared at him, as if she was trying to make sure it was really him. Then she did something that surprised them both; she leaned in and kissed him. The moment was like pure electricity, neither one of them wanting to let go for fear that the other might fade away.
It was ultimately Catherine who ended it and then whispered, "Do you know how mad I am at you?"
"I have a feeling you're about to tell me," Grissom replied still reeling from the kiss.
"How could you just leave like that?" Catherine said, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes once more. "I mean without so much as a word of warning or a goodbye."
"Catherine, it was something I had to do," Grissom said looking away.
Reaching up and touching his cheek, she whispered, "But you didn't have to do it alone."
As their eyes met, he finally admitted what he had been wanting to tell her all along, "Catherine I was scared."
"Of the operation?" she asked, as her heart broke for the man who had always been strong enough for both of them.
"Of letting you down," Grissom said softly. "I couldn't bare to see the look in your eyes, if I had to tell you that the procedure had failed."
"So it was easier to not see me at all?" Catherine replied. "Give up your job, your dreams, all the people who care about you? My god Gil, right now you need us more than ever."
"I know," he replied pulling her close. "Sometimes you don't realize what you have until it's gone."
"Isn't that a Joni Mitchell song," Catherine giggled, returning his embrace. For a moment they remained in the silence of each other's arms, feeding off one another's presence. Finally Catherine spoke, "Did you really mean it, in that letter you wrote me?"
"Every word of it," Grissom replied running his finger through her blonde hair.
"Then do me a favor, and warn me the next time you want to impulsively give me your job." Catherine said, flashing him a dazzling smile.
"Looks like someone is trying to tell us something," Grissom said pointing back to the lobby.
Catherine followed his gaze to where Lindsey was wildly waving at Grissom. Behind her the rest of the team stood, looking very happy.
"I wonder how long they've been standing there?" Grissom murmured blushing slightly.
"Does it really matter?" Catherine asked, reaching for his hands and gently pulling him towards the lobby. About half way there, she stopped, turning to face him. She pressed her lips to his once more, "Merry Christmas Gil."
THE END-Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
A million thoughts were zipping through Catherine's mind as she pulled into the parking lot of CSI headquarters. Part of her wanted so badly to believe that it had been Grissom in that truck behind her, but another part knew that she needed to accept the fact that he was gone.
"You two have just become my newest best friends," Greg said greeting Catherine and Lindsey in the lobby with newly dyed red and green hair.
"Mommy," Lindsey said tugging on Catherine's coat.
"What sweetie?" Catherine asked, handing several tins of cookies to Greg. Lindsey pointed out the glass door to a truck that was pulling into the parking lot.
"Oh my god," Catherine whispered.
"What?" a very confused Greg asked as Catherine handed him the rest of the tins.
"I'll be-I mean, I'm going to..." she paused, briefly and looked at Lindsey. "How?"
Lindsey merely shrugged, "I just wished that it would happen, and it did."
Catherine gave her daughter a huge smile, and then ran out to the parking lot.
"Where's she going?" Greg asked, juggling the tins.
"To see Uncle Grissom," Lindsey said smiling, as she skipped to the break room.
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It was like a scene from one of those movies she used to love making him watch. The ones that always left him saying, "That could never happen in real life."
In response she would always smile and say, "You never know Gil, it could happen."
And now it was happening. As he parked his truck, he had seen her standing in the lobby with Lindsey, talking to a colorful Greg. Then, in what had seemed like a matter of seconds, she was there with him. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she threw her arms around him.
"Nice to see you too Catherine," Grissom said softly, as he wrapped his arms around her.
Catherine pulled back for a moment and stared at him, as if she was trying to make sure it was really him. Then she did something that surprised them both; she leaned in and kissed him. The moment was like pure electricity, neither one of them wanting to let go for fear that the other might fade away.
It was ultimately Catherine who ended it and then whispered, "Do you know how mad I am at you?"
"I have a feeling you're about to tell me," Grissom replied still reeling from the kiss.
"How could you just leave like that?" Catherine said, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes once more. "I mean without so much as a word of warning or a goodbye."
"Catherine, it was something I had to do," Grissom said looking away.
Reaching up and touching his cheek, she whispered, "But you didn't have to do it alone."
As their eyes met, he finally admitted what he had been wanting to tell her all along, "Catherine I was scared."
"Of the operation?" she asked, as her heart broke for the man who had always been strong enough for both of them.
"Of letting you down," Grissom said softly. "I couldn't bare to see the look in your eyes, if I had to tell you that the procedure had failed."
"So it was easier to not see me at all?" Catherine replied. "Give up your job, your dreams, all the people who care about you? My god Gil, right now you need us more than ever."
"I know," he replied pulling her close. "Sometimes you don't realize what you have until it's gone."
"Isn't that a Joni Mitchell song," Catherine giggled, returning his embrace. For a moment they remained in the silence of each other's arms, feeding off one another's presence. Finally Catherine spoke, "Did you really mean it, in that letter you wrote me?"
"Every word of it," Grissom replied running his finger through her blonde hair.
"Then do me a favor, and warn me the next time you want to impulsively give me your job." Catherine said, flashing him a dazzling smile.
"Looks like someone is trying to tell us something," Grissom said pointing back to the lobby.
Catherine followed his gaze to where Lindsey was wildly waving at Grissom. Behind her the rest of the team stood, looking very happy.
"I wonder how long they've been standing there?" Grissom murmured blushing slightly.
"Does it really matter?" Catherine asked, reaching for his hands and gently pulling him towards the lobby. About half way there, she stopped, turning to face him. She pressed her lips to his once more, "Merry Christmas Gil."
THE END-Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!