After their shift three days later, Grissom went up to Catherine. 'Cath,
would you like to have breakfast at my place?' He hoped she would agree, as
he had something for her at his place.
Something that he hoped would help to tell her what he couldn't put into words. But he didn't know what her reaction would be. He hoped that whatever it was, it would change their lives for the better.
When they entered his apartment, Catherine shrugged out of her jacket and went over to the couch by the window. After they had their bagels and juice, Grissom stood up and took Catherine's hand, leading her down the hallway, towards the bedrooms.
'Grissom, what are you doing? Please do not tell me that you are taking me to your room to have your wicked way with me?' asked Catherine with a laugh. All the times that she had been to his place, he had never brought her anyway near the bedrooms.
Well, I know he is definitely not going to throw me on his bed and tear off my clothes and make love to me. Not his style. No matter how much I would like that to happen, Catherine thought. She had never realized how important he had become to her. Until that night when she was attacked at a crime scene. At that moment, she wanted him with her to comfort her, to feel his arms around her and most of all, to love her. That was when she realized that their friendship of over a decade had transformed into something else entirely.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't realize that he had stopped outside the smaller of the two guest bedrooms in his apartment. Then, when she looked at him with a quizzical look on her face, he smiled and said ' I have something for you. I hope you like it.' And opened the door.
Catherine could not believe what she was seeing. The room was basically empty except for the piece de resistance, which stood in the middle of the room, illuminated by the early morning sunlight shining through the windows. Her breath caught as she walked over to the crib and ran her hands shakingly over it, unable to believe her eyes. In the crib, tucked between the sheets, was a sweet little white toy lamb, just begging to be held. it looked like all that was needed was a baby to complete the picture.
'Griss? What.' Catherine looked at the man who stood by the door, looking at her. She waved an arm over the scene, wanting to know what this was all about. Why did he buy this crib and put it in here? What was he trying to say?
Grissom knew it was now or never. He took a deep breath and walked over to the woman who meant everything to him.
Something that he hoped would help to tell her what he couldn't put into words. But he didn't know what her reaction would be. He hoped that whatever it was, it would change their lives for the better.
When they entered his apartment, Catherine shrugged out of her jacket and went over to the couch by the window. After they had their bagels and juice, Grissom stood up and took Catherine's hand, leading her down the hallway, towards the bedrooms.
'Grissom, what are you doing? Please do not tell me that you are taking me to your room to have your wicked way with me?' asked Catherine with a laugh. All the times that she had been to his place, he had never brought her anyway near the bedrooms.
Well, I know he is definitely not going to throw me on his bed and tear off my clothes and make love to me. Not his style. No matter how much I would like that to happen, Catherine thought. She had never realized how important he had become to her. Until that night when she was attacked at a crime scene. At that moment, she wanted him with her to comfort her, to feel his arms around her and most of all, to love her. That was when she realized that their friendship of over a decade had transformed into something else entirely.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't realize that he had stopped outside the smaller of the two guest bedrooms in his apartment. Then, when she looked at him with a quizzical look on her face, he smiled and said ' I have something for you. I hope you like it.' And opened the door.
Catherine could not believe what she was seeing. The room was basically empty except for the piece de resistance, which stood in the middle of the room, illuminated by the early morning sunlight shining through the windows. Her breath caught as she walked over to the crib and ran her hands shakingly over it, unable to believe her eyes. In the crib, tucked between the sheets, was a sweet little white toy lamb, just begging to be held. it looked like all that was needed was a baby to complete the picture.
'Griss? What.' Catherine looked at the man who stood by the door, looking at her. She waved an arm over the scene, wanting to know what this was all about. Why did he buy this crib and put it in here? What was he trying to say?
Grissom knew it was now or never. He took a deep breath and walked over to the woman who meant everything to him.