People remember the strangest things when placed in situations of extreme
stress. Or least this was Grissom's excuse to himself as he speed down the
darkened street of Las Vegas. He refused to consider that the memory was a
message from his subconscious telling him to face his inner demons. He
refused to think that because it was something Catherine would say. He
merely let himself succumb to the memory, hoping that it would make the
endless drive seem shorter.
"How long has it been since you actually put this up?" Catherine said staring at the dusty fake Christmas tree.
"Well it's not like I've been throwing any holiday parties or anything Cath," Grissom replied pulling another dusty box out of the closet.
"Well of course not," she said flopping into the brown leather chair, her favorite. "Because that would just ruin that whole hermit thing you've got going."
"How many of those have you had?" Grissom asked pointing to a half-filled glass on the coffee table.
"Scared I'm going to get drunk and your tree won't get decorated?" Catherine asked smirking playfully.
"More worried about explaining to my mother why you're passed out on the couch and the tree is decorated so badly," Grissom replied.
But everything had gone perfectly. Together he and Catherine had made his house look perfect for his mother's visit. He'd been even more delighted to find out that Catherine still remembered a lot of the sign language he's taught her when they had first met, allowing her to have a lengthy conversation with his mother.
Wondering when the tears had begun trickling down his cheeks, Grissom remembered how Catherine had told him she thought his mother was such a wonderful woman and she loved talking to her. He remembered how her eyes had lit up when his mother had complimented her on her skill at signing.
All at once however, he felt terribly selfish. Here he was worrying about how Catherine would react if he got up enough nerve to tell her about his hearing loss, and for all he knew she had been trying to tell him something these few weeks and he had ignored her.
**Was Catherine trying to tell Grissom something?? Will he tell her about his hearing loss? And why did she collapse?? Read more in Chapter 4..coming to a website near you!!
"How long has it been since you actually put this up?" Catherine said staring at the dusty fake Christmas tree.
"Well it's not like I've been throwing any holiday parties or anything Cath," Grissom replied pulling another dusty box out of the closet.
"Well of course not," she said flopping into the brown leather chair, her favorite. "Because that would just ruin that whole hermit thing you've got going."
"How many of those have you had?" Grissom asked pointing to a half-filled glass on the coffee table.
"Scared I'm going to get drunk and your tree won't get decorated?" Catherine asked smirking playfully.
"More worried about explaining to my mother why you're passed out on the couch and the tree is decorated so badly," Grissom replied.
But everything had gone perfectly. Together he and Catherine had made his house look perfect for his mother's visit. He'd been even more delighted to find out that Catherine still remembered a lot of the sign language he's taught her when they had first met, allowing her to have a lengthy conversation with his mother.
Wondering when the tears had begun trickling down his cheeks, Grissom remembered how Catherine had told him she thought his mother was such a wonderful woman and she loved talking to her. He remembered how her eyes had lit up when his mother had complimented her on her skill at signing.
All at once however, he felt terribly selfish. Here he was worrying about how Catherine would react if he got up enough nerve to tell her about his hearing loss, and for all he knew she had been trying to tell him something these few weeks and he had ignored her.
**Was Catherine trying to tell Grissom something?? Will he tell her about his hearing loss? And why did she collapse?? Read more in Chapter 4..coming to a website near you!!