Disclaimer - see chapter one
Chapter Three - Retreat
He had asked himself the same question as he drove home, and as he walked to his door, and as he entered his townhouse. What the hell was he doing? He had found himself unable to take his eyes off her all night. His thoughts frequently returned to that card, stirring within him a feeling that he was losing her, and with it, fear. He had been overcome by a beauty he had always known she possessed. Since he first saw her, he had considered her beautiful, but tonight it was enchanting. Tonight he'd allowed himself to admit what he had felt since that day he met her. But had he made a mistake? She would be suspicious of the kiss. He rarely hugged, let alone kissed, anyone. Would she ask though? And if she didn't, would it be because she thought he didn't want her to ask, or because she wanted to ignore it?
Retreat, he thought. His solution to personal issues. He tried to stop thinking about it. He poured himself a drink. Her beauty once again invaded his thoughts. He consumed it in one action. He could see her eyes. Her gorgeous deep blue eyes. It wasn't working. However, as he placed his gifts under the tree, one package caught his eye. Labelled "Catherine, love Grissom" it should not have been there. Whose gift had he given to her? It was too late to call to tell her of his mistake, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to speak to her so soon anyway. He was glad he was working the next day. It would give him something to concentrate on. To take his mind off her. She would notice that the gift wasn't hers and, if she wasn't too disturbed by this evening, let him know. Or, if his actions had frightened her as much as they had him, she would keep it 'til she saw him. He thought it most likely to be the latter, but hoped she would call. He didn't want things to be awkward. He wanted to take back this evening and return to the security of his shell.
TBC...
Chapter Three - Retreat
He had asked himself the same question as he drove home, and as he walked to his door, and as he entered his townhouse. What the hell was he doing? He had found himself unable to take his eyes off her all night. His thoughts frequently returned to that card, stirring within him a feeling that he was losing her, and with it, fear. He had been overcome by a beauty he had always known she possessed. Since he first saw her, he had considered her beautiful, but tonight it was enchanting. Tonight he'd allowed himself to admit what he had felt since that day he met her. But had he made a mistake? She would be suspicious of the kiss. He rarely hugged, let alone kissed, anyone. Would she ask though? And if she didn't, would it be because she thought he didn't want her to ask, or because she wanted to ignore it?
Retreat, he thought. His solution to personal issues. He tried to stop thinking about it. He poured himself a drink. Her beauty once again invaded his thoughts. He consumed it in one action. He could see her eyes. Her gorgeous deep blue eyes. It wasn't working. However, as he placed his gifts under the tree, one package caught his eye. Labelled "Catherine, love Grissom" it should not have been there. Whose gift had he given to her? It was too late to call to tell her of his mistake, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to speak to her so soon anyway. He was glad he was working the next day. It would give him something to concentrate on. To take his mind off her. She would notice that the gift wasn't hers and, if she wasn't too disturbed by this evening, let him know. Or, if his actions had frightened her as much as they had him, she would keep it 'til she saw him. He thought it most likely to be the latter, but hoped she would call. He didn't want things to be awkward. He wanted to take back this evening and return to the security of his shell.
TBC...
