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A/N: Hey there. Thank you all who reviewed the last chapter; PITAchic, MissyJane, AetherIris, The Madhatter and undacoveragent9. A thousand thank yous and please keep them coming. It's my birthday on Thursday, so I may attempt to update this before, if not I'll try a.s.a.p. Well I believe many of you have guessed what this chapter might be about, and I believe that many of you will be right. Enough of my waffling, and on with the show (well story!) R&R and ENJOY!!!- Bex
Grissom was nervous. His hands were shaking slightly and he couldn't stop the butterflies that filled his stomach. He didn't want to do this. What if she rejected him? What would he do then?
'Coward,' the annoying voice reminded him.
He walked into the break room to find her pouring a cup of coffee. Sara, who sat on the couch, smiled in greeting, but Catherine made no response to his arrival. She either didn't know he was there or she was ignoring him.
'Great,' Grissom thought hopelessly.
He cleared his throat, "Cath? Catherine?"
"Uhuh?" She grunted in response, not looking at him.
He walked closer and put a hand on her arm.
"Cath, can we please go to my office and talk?" He requested gently.
"I thought Jenny was asleep in there," She retorted coolly and moved away.
"Hey guys," Nick greeted as he entered.
He stopped when he saw Cath's angry face, Gris' hurt one and Sara's uncomfortable look. Sara got up and grabbed his arm.
"Mum and dad are fighting," She warned in a hushed voice.
"Oh. Let's go," He whispered back.
"You two can stay here," Grissom ordered more then suggested. "Catherine and I were about to go to my office."
Catherine flung her hands in the air; "Fine," She snapped before storming off.
'You better be right Jenny,' He begged silently as he followed her. 'You better be right.'
Catherine was waiting for him as he entered, glaring at him with a very pissed off look.
'Any yet she's still beautiful,' Gris thought. 'Ok, stop that and focus.'
"So?" She demanded icily.
'This is not good,' a panicked voice told Grissom. 'You could've at least decided to tell her when she was in a better mood with you.'
"What do you want to talk to me about Grissom, cos I'm not in the mood to have my time wasted?" She snapped.
"I...." He stopped and tried to choose the right words. "I...um...well, we've been friends for a long time now and...um."
'Yeah, way to go Romeo! Very smooth!' the annoying voice taunted.
He cringed inwardly and mentally told himself to shut up.
"And?" Catherine pushed impatiently.
"And I...um...I...." He continued to struggle, forgetting how to talk. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...um."
Grissom could see her impatient look growing on her face. He knew that soon she was just going to turn around and walk out of here. And if she did that, he might loose her for good.
His frustration and panic were growing. He knew he had to say something, do something, but the words wouldn't come out right. That was when what Jenny had signed came flooding back into his head.
'Actions speak louder then words.'
And it was as if those words had taken control of him, giving him strength. Without knowing what he was doing, in one swift movement he closed the gap between them, pulled her close to him and crashed his lips onto hers.
She stiffened at first from shock, but quickly returned his kiss just as hungrily. Their minds exploded; tongues and lips colliding and dancing to their own rhythm. She ran a hand through his hair and his arms wrapped tighter around her back. His kiss deepened, causing her to bash against the desk, but that didn't matter right now. Nothing mattered but this kiss. Years of sexual tension, longing, lust and waiting were being burned away at this moment in time.
They broke apart, both gasping for oxygen, resting their foreheads together. Gris frantically gasped in oxygen, but opened his eyes to look at her. To him, Catherine had never looked more beautiful then she did now.
"I guess," He panted, "That's what I was trying to say."
"And in words that is?" She asked, equally as breathless.
"You want it in English as well?!" He joked in a mock serious tone.
She just nodded and let out a tiny laugh. He looked her straight in the eye, his joking expression turning very serious.
"I'm in love with you Catherine Willows," He confessed hoarsely. "I've always have been and I'll always will be."
She didn't respond. Instead she continued to stare into his eyes, her own misting over. He placed a hand gently on her cheek.
"Cath?" He asked worried, "Is everything ok?"
She reached up and covered his hand with her own, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
"Everything's perfect now," She whispered, "Because you've finally said what I've been longing to hear. And I'm in love with you too Gil Grissom. I have been for so long now."
He silenced her with another kiss. His lips softly brushed against her. She searched his face, looking for another answer.
"But there's something else isn't there?" She asked softly.
He nodded. This was the thing he'd been dreading. But staring into Catherine's eyes gave him the strength he'd always need. The strength to do anything.
"I'm loosing my hearing," He admitted sadly.
She gasped slightly with shock and flung her arms around him. He returned the tight embrace; his head nestled against her neck, not wanting to let her go.
"Why didn't you tell me Gil?" She whispered into his ear.
"Because I knew the second I told anyone else, would be the second it finally became real," He confessed.
"Is there anything they can do?"
"I can have surgery, but I'll be off work for months. And if it fails, I'll be deaf. I'm scared Catherine," He breathed.
"You don't have to be. You're not going to face this alone. No matter what happens, I'll be here," She promised.
He pulled back slightly so her could see her face, amazed by the strength and beauty in it. He slowly leaned closer, placing his lips gently on top of hers. She returned it filled with her strength, drowning all of his fears. This kiss slowly became more and more passionate.
"Grissom, I've got it. I hold the answers right here in my ha..." Greg began as he ran into the office, not bothering to knock first.
The two CSIs jumped apart. Greg was cut off by the flushed looks on their faces and their pants for breath. He looked at their embarrassed faces, raising an eyebrow when he saw Catherine straightening her shirt.
"Was I interrupting some...."
"What is it Greg?" Gris cut him off, a dangerous edge of annoyance in his voice.
"Oh yeah, why I'm here. I know what brand of cigarette left the ash in the tray," He stated proudly.
"And the brand is?" Gris and Cath demanded impatiently in unison, desperate to find out.
But before Greg could reply, he was cut off by Brass hurrying into the office, followed by Nick and Sara. Brass gave the two older CSIs a look when he saw their flushed faces, but quickly brushed it aside. Grissom didn't like the look of urgency on their faces.
"Drusilla Luis has been taken to hospital, badly beaten," Brass announced darkly.
"Oh god," Cath gasped.
"And that's not it. Before she passed out, she said something about Julian being drunk and that she never should've covered for him," Sara finished.
"Do you know what brand of cigarette we're after?" Nick asked, sharing the urgent tone of the others' voices.
"Yep, got it right here," Greg replied.
Grissom grabbed the sheet with the labs results on off Greg and began to desperately search his desk.
"We need to call Jenny," He muttered quickly.
He finally found the piece of paper with her number on and hurriedly hit the button on the phone keypad.
'Come on Jenny,' He silently begged, 'Pick up the phone. Come on.'
A/N: What do you think? I want you opinions and I'm sure that you're more then happy to give them. So what are you waiting for? HIT THAT BUTTON!!! Lol! Think of it as a birthday present to me! :o)
A/N: Hey there. Thank you all who reviewed the last chapter; PITAchic, MissyJane, AetherIris, The Madhatter and undacoveragent9. A thousand thank yous and please keep them coming. It's my birthday on Thursday, so I may attempt to update this before, if not I'll try a.s.a.p. Well I believe many of you have guessed what this chapter might be about, and I believe that many of you will be right. Enough of my waffling, and on with the show (well story!) R&R and ENJOY!!!- Bex
Grissom was nervous. His hands were shaking slightly and he couldn't stop the butterflies that filled his stomach. He didn't want to do this. What if she rejected him? What would he do then?
'Coward,' the annoying voice reminded him.
He walked into the break room to find her pouring a cup of coffee. Sara, who sat on the couch, smiled in greeting, but Catherine made no response to his arrival. She either didn't know he was there or she was ignoring him.
'Great,' Grissom thought hopelessly.
He cleared his throat, "Cath? Catherine?"
"Uhuh?" She grunted in response, not looking at him.
He walked closer and put a hand on her arm.
"Cath, can we please go to my office and talk?" He requested gently.
"I thought Jenny was asleep in there," She retorted coolly and moved away.
"Hey guys," Nick greeted as he entered.
He stopped when he saw Cath's angry face, Gris' hurt one and Sara's uncomfortable look. Sara got up and grabbed his arm.
"Mum and dad are fighting," She warned in a hushed voice.
"Oh. Let's go," He whispered back.
"You two can stay here," Grissom ordered more then suggested. "Catherine and I were about to go to my office."
Catherine flung her hands in the air; "Fine," She snapped before storming off.
'You better be right Jenny,' He begged silently as he followed her. 'You better be right.'
Catherine was waiting for him as he entered, glaring at him with a very pissed off look.
'Any yet she's still beautiful,' Gris thought. 'Ok, stop that and focus.'
"So?" She demanded icily.
'This is not good,' a panicked voice told Grissom. 'You could've at least decided to tell her when she was in a better mood with you.'
"What do you want to talk to me about Grissom, cos I'm not in the mood to have my time wasted?" She snapped.
"I...." He stopped and tried to choose the right words. "I...um...well, we've been friends for a long time now and...um."
'Yeah, way to go Romeo! Very smooth!' the annoying voice taunted.
He cringed inwardly and mentally told himself to shut up.
"And?" Catherine pushed impatiently.
"And I...um...I...." He continued to struggle, forgetting how to talk. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...um."
Grissom could see her impatient look growing on her face. He knew that soon she was just going to turn around and walk out of here. And if she did that, he might loose her for good.
His frustration and panic were growing. He knew he had to say something, do something, but the words wouldn't come out right. That was when what Jenny had signed came flooding back into his head.
'Actions speak louder then words.'
And it was as if those words had taken control of him, giving him strength. Without knowing what he was doing, in one swift movement he closed the gap between them, pulled her close to him and crashed his lips onto hers.
She stiffened at first from shock, but quickly returned his kiss just as hungrily. Their minds exploded; tongues and lips colliding and dancing to their own rhythm. She ran a hand through his hair and his arms wrapped tighter around her back. His kiss deepened, causing her to bash against the desk, but that didn't matter right now. Nothing mattered but this kiss. Years of sexual tension, longing, lust and waiting were being burned away at this moment in time.
They broke apart, both gasping for oxygen, resting their foreheads together. Gris frantically gasped in oxygen, but opened his eyes to look at her. To him, Catherine had never looked more beautiful then she did now.
"I guess," He panted, "That's what I was trying to say."
"And in words that is?" She asked, equally as breathless.
"You want it in English as well?!" He joked in a mock serious tone.
She just nodded and let out a tiny laugh. He looked her straight in the eye, his joking expression turning very serious.
"I'm in love with you Catherine Willows," He confessed hoarsely. "I've always have been and I'll always will be."
She didn't respond. Instead she continued to stare into his eyes, her own misting over. He placed a hand gently on her cheek.
"Cath?" He asked worried, "Is everything ok?"
She reached up and covered his hand with her own, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
"Everything's perfect now," She whispered, "Because you've finally said what I've been longing to hear. And I'm in love with you too Gil Grissom. I have been for so long now."
He silenced her with another kiss. His lips softly brushed against her. She searched his face, looking for another answer.
"But there's something else isn't there?" She asked softly.
He nodded. This was the thing he'd been dreading. But staring into Catherine's eyes gave him the strength he'd always need. The strength to do anything.
"I'm loosing my hearing," He admitted sadly.
She gasped slightly with shock and flung her arms around him. He returned the tight embrace; his head nestled against her neck, not wanting to let her go.
"Why didn't you tell me Gil?" She whispered into his ear.
"Because I knew the second I told anyone else, would be the second it finally became real," He confessed.
"Is there anything they can do?"
"I can have surgery, but I'll be off work for months. And if it fails, I'll be deaf. I'm scared Catherine," He breathed.
"You don't have to be. You're not going to face this alone. No matter what happens, I'll be here," She promised.
He pulled back slightly so her could see her face, amazed by the strength and beauty in it. He slowly leaned closer, placing his lips gently on top of hers. She returned it filled with her strength, drowning all of his fears. This kiss slowly became more and more passionate.
"Grissom, I've got it. I hold the answers right here in my ha..." Greg began as he ran into the office, not bothering to knock first.
The two CSIs jumped apart. Greg was cut off by the flushed looks on their faces and their pants for breath. He looked at their embarrassed faces, raising an eyebrow when he saw Catherine straightening her shirt.
"Was I interrupting some...."
"What is it Greg?" Gris cut him off, a dangerous edge of annoyance in his voice.
"Oh yeah, why I'm here. I know what brand of cigarette left the ash in the tray," He stated proudly.
"And the brand is?" Gris and Cath demanded impatiently in unison, desperate to find out.
But before Greg could reply, he was cut off by Brass hurrying into the office, followed by Nick and Sara. Brass gave the two older CSIs a look when he saw their flushed faces, but quickly brushed it aside. Grissom didn't like the look of urgency on their faces.
"Drusilla Luis has been taken to hospital, badly beaten," Brass announced darkly.
"Oh god," Cath gasped.
"And that's not it. Before she passed out, she said something about Julian being drunk and that she never should've covered for him," Sara finished.
"Do you know what brand of cigarette we're after?" Nick asked, sharing the urgent tone of the others' voices.
"Yep, got it right here," Greg replied.
Grissom grabbed the sheet with the labs results on off Greg and began to desperately search his desk.
"We need to call Jenny," He muttered quickly.
He finally found the piece of paper with her number on and hurriedly hit the button on the phone keypad.
'Come on Jenny,' He silently begged, 'Pick up the phone. Come on.'
A/N: What do you think? I want you opinions and I'm sure that you're more then happy to give them. So what are you waiting for? HIT THAT BUTTON!!! Lol! Think of it as a birthday present to me! :o)