Chapter 4
She looked like one of the china dolls Lindsey collected: cool, pale and extremely fragile. He had never seen her like this in all the years he had known her. He'd seen her frightened and bruised at Eddie's hand. He had seen her in the hospital when she had Lindsey, a new mother exhausted yet elated. He'd seen her drunk, once taken care of her when she had the flu right before finals in college, but nothing compared to how Catherine looked at this moment.
One of the ER doctors had taken pity on him at the front desk and gave the okay for Grissom to sit by her side until more tests needed to be run. He was grateful but at the same time worried that he would never want to leave her side again. As he gently clasped her hand between his, Grissom remembered the last time he'd sat with her at the hospital
"I wish they'd let me see her," Catherine sighed flopping back against the pillows.
"Patience is a virtue Cath," Grissom replied squeezing her hand in reassurance. "I'm sure they're just making sure nothing wrong since she'd so small."
"But what if there is Gil," Catherine murmured, tears forming in her eyes. "It would be all my fault."
"Shhh," Gil said smoothing back her blonde tresses. Before either was able to say anything more, Lindsey had been brought in by a nurse. He had gotten the honor of holding her even before her father who had been away from home under the pretense of a business trip when Catherine had gone into labor. Grissom had never forgotten how Catherine's eyes had lit up the first time she held her baby daughter. He only wished he could see her blue eyes light up like that right now.
He studied her delicate hand in his and sighing softly resigned himself to another memory as he waited for her to wake up.
"Guess who?" a soft voice whispered in his ear as a soft pair of hands blocked his sight.
"Farrah Fawcett?" Grissom guessed.
"Not quite," Catherine replied lowering her hands and leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
"Actually I think I got someone better," Grissom said pulling her into his lap. "Did you get off early tonight?"
"Yeah, it was really slow so I decided to take off and grab some dinner," Catherine said pointing to the containers of Chinese takeout on the kitchen counter.
"Hey Conrad, Cath brought us Chinese," Grissom called to his then roommate, Conrad Ecklie.
"Great I'm starved," Conrad said heading for the kitchen.
"You boys enjoy," Catherine said standing up. "I'll be upstairs."
"You okay?" Grissom asked catching her arm before she left the room.
"Yup," she said smiling a little too brightly. "I have a pretty big lab tomorrow that I need to finish up some reading for."
"No more headaches?" he said softly as he smoothed a strand of her long blonde hair from her forehead.
"I'm fine, I promise," Catherine replied planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Now go eat your dinner before it gets cold."
Gazing at Catherine's still form, dwarfed by the large white hospital bed, Grissom wondered if she had been in pain all these years and he'd just been too wrapped up in himself to notice.
His train of thought was interrupted however, when he felt a gentle tug on his hand.
**Has Grissom known all along what's wrong with Catherine?? Will she wake up soon?? All this and more in Chapter 5.coming soon so stay tuned!!
She looked like one of the china dolls Lindsey collected: cool, pale and extremely fragile. He had never seen her like this in all the years he had known her. He'd seen her frightened and bruised at Eddie's hand. He had seen her in the hospital when she had Lindsey, a new mother exhausted yet elated. He'd seen her drunk, once taken care of her when she had the flu right before finals in college, but nothing compared to how Catherine looked at this moment.
One of the ER doctors had taken pity on him at the front desk and gave the okay for Grissom to sit by her side until more tests needed to be run. He was grateful but at the same time worried that he would never want to leave her side again. As he gently clasped her hand between his, Grissom remembered the last time he'd sat with her at the hospital
"I wish they'd let me see her," Catherine sighed flopping back against the pillows.
"Patience is a virtue Cath," Grissom replied squeezing her hand in reassurance. "I'm sure they're just making sure nothing wrong since she'd so small."
"But what if there is Gil," Catherine murmured, tears forming in her eyes. "It would be all my fault."
"Shhh," Gil said smoothing back her blonde tresses. Before either was able to say anything more, Lindsey had been brought in by a nurse. He had gotten the honor of holding her even before her father who had been away from home under the pretense of a business trip when Catherine had gone into labor. Grissom had never forgotten how Catherine's eyes had lit up the first time she held her baby daughter. He only wished he could see her blue eyes light up like that right now.
He studied her delicate hand in his and sighing softly resigned himself to another memory as he waited for her to wake up.
"Guess who?" a soft voice whispered in his ear as a soft pair of hands blocked his sight.
"Farrah Fawcett?" Grissom guessed.
"Not quite," Catherine replied lowering her hands and leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
"Actually I think I got someone better," Grissom said pulling her into his lap. "Did you get off early tonight?"
"Yeah, it was really slow so I decided to take off and grab some dinner," Catherine said pointing to the containers of Chinese takeout on the kitchen counter.
"Hey Conrad, Cath brought us Chinese," Grissom called to his then roommate, Conrad Ecklie.
"Great I'm starved," Conrad said heading for the kitchen.
"You boys enjoy," Catherine said standing up. "I'll be upstairs."
"You okay?" Grissom asked catching her arm before she left the room.
"Yup," she said smiling a little too brightly. "I have a pretty big lab tomorrow that I need to finish up some reading for."
"No more headaches?" he said softly as he smoothed a strand of her long blonde hair from her forehead.
"I'm fine, I promise," Catherine replied planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Now go eat your dinner before it gets cold."
Gazing at Catherine's still form, dwarfed by the large white hospital bed, Grissom wondered if she had been in pain all these years and he'd just been too wrapped up in himself to notice.
His train of thought was interrupted however, when he felt a gentle tug on his hand.
**Has Grissom known all along what's wrong with Catherine?? Will she wake up soon?? All this and more in Chapter 5.coming soon so stay tuned!!