Grissom felt groggy and disoriented. Everything sounded muffled and he
couldn't quite place where he was. As he became more alert, he was aware
of someone holding his hand. His eyes fluttered open, trying to focus. A
face hovered above him. Catherine. It started coming back to him. The
discussion in the locker room, her showing up before he was prepped for
surgery. A faint smile tugged at the edges of his mouth.
He read Catherine's lips asking, "You're awake."
He nodded his head slightly.
She smiled.
He tried to form words, hoping they came out the way they were supposed to sound, "How's the case?"
A mixed expression crossed her face, "We got him, Gil. Sam killed her. Brass has him in custody."
"Good work." He could tell there was something more behind her expression, he noticed her eyes tearing up. He squeezed her hand, she was still holding his. "Catherine, how are you?"
A look of surprise crossed her face. A tear slid down her cheek. "Sam's my father, Gil. What a crappy way to find out, huh?"
A concerned look crossed his face, "I'm sorry, Cath."
Catherine steadied herself, "When are you going to tell the team, Gil?"
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. When he opened his eyes again he saw Catherine mouth, "You're not going to tell them, are you?"
He spoke, "I didn't want anyone to know."
She raised an eyebrow, "You told me."
He smiled, "That's different."
A look that was uniquely Catherine's crossed her face, "How?"
"We're friends." Grissom stated simply.
An indignant look crossed her face, "They're you're friends too. They care about you. They'd be here if they knew."
"They didn't notice anything was wrong, Cath. You did." He stated the truth.
She knew it was true. The rest of the team was too absorbed in their own lives. Even Sara who everyone knew was obsessed with Grissom, didn't notice that something was wrong. "Yeah, I know. But they do care about you."
He nodded and closed his eyes.
He felt Catherine's hand brush his forehead and a feather light kiss was placed in it's wake.
He opened his eyes again to see Catherine mouth, "Get some rest. I'll be back later."
He smiled, "Thanks, Catherine." He closed his eyes once again and drifted off to sleep.
He read Catherine's lips asking, "You're awake."
He nodded his head slightly.
She smiled.
He tried to form words, hoping they came out the way they were supposed to sound, "How's the case?"
A mixed expression crossed her face, "We got him, Gil. Sam killed her. Brass has him in custody."
"Good work." He could tell there was something more behind her expression, he noticed her eyes tearing up. He squeezed her hand, she was still holding his. "Catherine, how are you?"
A look of surprise crossed her face. A tear slid down her cheek. "Sam's my father, Gil. What a crappy way to find out, huh?"
A concerned look crossed his face, "I'm sorry, Cath."
Catherine steadied herself, "When are you going to tell the team, Gil?"
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. When he opened his eyes again he saw Catherine mouth, "You're not going to tell them, are you?"
He spoke, "I didn't want anyone to know."
She raised an eyebrow, "You told me."
He smiled, "That's different."
A look that was uniquely Catherine's crossed her face, "How?"
"We're friends." Grissom stated simply.
An indignant look crossed her face, "They're you're friends too. They care about you. They'd be here if they knew."
"They didn't notice anything was wrong, Cath. You did." He stated the truth.
She knew it was true. The rest of the team was too absorbed in their own lives. Even Sara who everyone knew was obsessed with Grissom, didn't notice that something was wrong. "Yeah, I know. But they do care about you."
He nodded and closed his eyes.
He felt Catherine's hand brush his forehead and a feather light kiss was placed in it's wake.
He opened his eyes again to see Catherine mouth, "Get some rest. I'll be back later."
He smiled, "Thanks, Catherine." He closed his eyes once again and drifted off to sleep.
