Chapter 7
Grissom let his body fall heavily against the upholstered of the Tahoe as his gaze traveled to the abandoned parking lot. The combination of the previous night's rain and the desert air had produced a fine mist just above the blacktop like something out of a haunting dream. But as much as Grissom wanted to be heading home right now to his immaculate townhouse after a night of solving crime, as much as he wanted to be cooking breakfast as Catherine lounged on his couch, his dream could not come true.
"Should one of us go out there?" Sara asked, peering at the door of the lobby. Grissom had been sitting outside in his Tahoe for nearly forty-five minutes now.
"Give him some time," Nick said resting a hand on her shoulder as Warrick nodded his agreement.
Leaning in towards the others, Warrick said softly, "What's his deal?"
Nick and Sara followed his line of sight to where Greg was pacing back and forth a few feet away.
Sara shook her head, "He's been doing that for a while now."
"Hey Greg," Nick called out. "You want have a seat?"
"Nah, I'm good," Greg replied, keeping a steady pace.
"You sure man?" Nick asked walking towards him. "Because you're making me dizzy with all this back and forth stuff."
Pulling Nick to a far corner of the lobby, Greg said, "Why's it taking this long? I mean I can run tests faster than this..does it always take this long?"
"I'm really not sure," Nick replied quietly, understanding Greg's concerns.
Before they could say anything more, the doctor returned and informed Nick and Greg that they could see go in to talk to Catherine for a few minutes.
"Why don't you guys go ahead," Sara said to Nick, Greg and Warrick. "I'll go get Grissom."
They entered the room cautiously, not sure what to expect.
"Hey boys," Catherine said softly from the bed.
"Hey Cath, you feeling better?" Warrick asked, feeling his heart sink at how pale and tired she looked.
"Like hell," she replied, managing a small smile. She looked over at Greg, "I owe you a cup of coffee, don't I?"
"Don't worry about it," Greg said softly, feeling very nervous. "Just try to get some rest, okay?"
She nodded and then looked around, "Where's Gil?"
"I'm right here," Grissom said, trying to resist the urge to call her sweetheart in front of the entire team, as he entered the room.
Good," Catherine yawned. "Because you promised me a story."
"Yes I did," Grissom replied, coming to stand her side.
"I think we're going to, uhm, run and grab some breakfast," Sara said shooing Nick, Greg, and Warrick out of the room. "We'll be back a little later. Take care Catherine."
"Thanks Sara," Catherine said, giving the younger woman a warm smile. Focusing her blue eyes on Grissom, she whispered, "We went back to your apartment and then?"
"You read this one a lot?" Catherine said running her hand over the copy of Cyrano de Bergerac sitting on the table beside Grissom's bed.
"It's one of my favorites," Grissom replied. They had been sitting in his room for over 3 hours, just talking about art, literature, and anything else that came up. Short of their brief meetings in the strip club during the case he's been working, this was the first time Grissom had really talked to Catherine Daniels, and he was already falling in love with her.
"I've always thought it was a pretty story," Catherine said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"All those that blossom in my heart, I'll fling to you-armfuls of loose bloom! Love, I love beyond breath, beyond reason, beyond love's own power of loving," Grissom recited the words of Edmond Rostand as if they had been written for him to say to Catherine on that very night. He took gently took her hand and let their fingers intertwine. For a moment it was as if time stood still between them, letting each one get lost in the blue eyes of the other.
"I know Cyrano said something about kissing," Catherine murmured.
"I have." Grissom began, struggling to remember the quote.
"Shhh," Catherine said, leaning in to kiss him.
"And you started giggling about how we were sitting there like two teenagers," Grissom said stroking Catherine's hand, as she drifted in and out of sleep.
"Oh yeah," she replied, with close eyes and a smirk. "Then didn't we decide to lie down on your bed?"
"And then we talked for another hour or so," Grissom said, remembering the feeling of being next to Catherine in bed like it was yesterday. "And you showed me your tattoo."
"I did not!" Catherine replied, opening her eyes.
Grissom nodded, "A Blue Copper butterfly."
"You'd know wouldn't you?" Catherine said letting her eyes drift shut again. It was quiet for a while, so long in fact that Grissom thought Catherine had fallen asleep again.
He leaned over to kiss her on the forehead as she whispered sleepily, "I miss those days."
Before he could reply however, a booming voice interrupted their moment, "What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time Catherine?"
**Who just came into the room?? Will Grissom and Catherine rekindle their old love?? And what about the rest of the team?? This, plus more flashbacks in Chapter 8 coming soon!!
Grissom let his body fall heavily against the upholstered of the Tahoe as his gaze traveled to the abandoned parking lot. The combination of the previous night's rain and the desert air had produced a fine mist just above the blacktop like something out of a haunting dream. But as much as Grissom wanted to be heading home right now to his immaculate townhouse after a night of solving crime, as much as he wanted to be cooking breakfast as Catherine lounged on his couch, his dream could not come true.
"Should one of us go out there?" Sara asked, peering at the door of the lobby. Grissom had been sitting outside in his Tahoe for nearly forty-five minutes now.
"Give him some time," Nick said resting a hand on her shoulder as Warrick nodded his agreement.
Leaning in towards the others, Warrick said softly, "What's his deal?"
Nick and Sara followed his line of sight to where Greg was pacing back and forth a few feet away.
Sara shook her head, "He's been doing that for a while now."
"Hey Greg," Nick called out. "You want have a seat?"
"Nah, I'm good," Greg replied, keeping a steady pace.
"You sure man?" Nick asked walking towards him. "Because you're making me dizzy with all this back and forth stuff."
Pulling Nick to a far corner of the lobby, Greg said, "Why's it taking this long? I mean I can run tests faster than this..does it always take this long?"
"I'm really not sure," Nick replied quietly, understanding Greg's concerns.
Before they could say anything more, the doctor returned and informed Nick and Greg that they could see go in to talk to Catherine for a few minutes.
"Why don't you guys go ahead," Sara said to Nick, Greg and Warrick. "I'll go get Grissom."
They entered the room cautiously, not sure what to expect.
"Hey boys," Catherine said softly from the bed.
"Hey Cath, you feeling better?" Warrick asked, feeling his heart sink at how pale and tired she looked.
"Like hell," she replied, managing a small smile. She looked over at Greg, "I owe you a cup of coffee, don't I?"
"Don't worry about it," Greg said softly, feeling very nervous. "Just try to get some rest, okay?"
She nodded and then looked around, "Where's Gil?"
"I'm right here," Grissom said, trying to resist the urge to call her sweetheart in front of the entire team, as he entered the room.
Good," Catherine yawned. "Because you promised me a story."
"Yes I did," Grissom replied, coming to stand her side.
"I think we're going to, uhm, run and grab some breakfast," Sara said shooing Nick, Greg, and Warrick out of the room. "We'll be back a little later. Take care Catherine."
"Thanks Sara," Catherine said, giving the younger woman a warm smile. Focusing her blue eyes on Grissom, she whispered, "We went back to your apartment and then?"
"You read this one a lot?" Catherine said running her hand over the copy of Cyrano de Bergerac sitting on the table beside Grissom's bed.
"It's one of my favorites," Grissom replied. They had been sitting in his room for over 3 hours, just talking about art, literature, and anything else that came up. Short of their brief meetings in the strip club during the case he's been working, this was the first time Grissom had really talked to Catherine Daniels, and he was already falling in love with her.
"I've always thought it was a pretty story," Catherine said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"All those that blossom in my heart, I'll fling to you-armfuls of loose bloom! Love, I love beyond breath, beyond reason, beyond love's own power of loving," Grissom recited the words of Edmond Rostand as if they had been written for him to say to Catherine on that very night. He took gently took her hand and let their fingers intertwine. For a moment it was as if time stood still between them, letting each one get lost in the blue eyes of the other.
"I know Cyrano said something about kissing," Catherine murmured.
"I have." Grissom began, struggling to remember the quote.
"Shhh," Catherine said, leaning in to kiss him.
"And you started giggling about how we were sitting there like two teenagers," Grissom said stroking Catherine's hand, as she drifted in and out of sleep.
"Oh yeah," she replied, with close eyes and a smirk. "Then didn't we decide to lie down on your bed?"
"And then we talked for another hour or so," Grissom said, remembering the feeling of being next to Catherine in bed like it was yesterday. "And you showed me your tattoo."
"I did not!" Catherine replied, opening her eyes.
Grissom nodded, "A Blue Copper butterfly."
"You'd know wouldn't you?" Catherine said letting her eyes drift shut again. It was quiet for a while, so long in fact that Grissom thought Catherine had fallen asleep again.
He leaned over to kiss her on the forehead as she whispered sleepily, "I miss those days."
Before he could reply however, a booming voice interrupted their moment, "What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time Catherine?"
**Who just came into the room?? Will Grissom and Catherine rekindle their old love?? And what about the rest of the team?? This, plus more flashbacks in Chapter 8 coming soon!!