Catherine returned to Desert Palm Hospital after shift. When she entered
his room, Grissom was a bit more alert than he had been when she was there
before. He smiled up at her. "Hey, Catherine."
"Gil," Catherine responded with a smile. She sat down in a chair next to
his bed.
He looked over at her with a satisfied smile, "They say I can go home today. The doctor thinks the surgery was a success."
A grin broke out over Catherine's face, "That's great news." She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.
Grissom looked down at their hands and contemplated a few things, "Cath, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was afraid." He gave her a sheepish look.
She gave him a look of acceptance. "Gil, I've known you for 15 years. We're friends. I wish you had told me sooner, but I could have asked too. I knew something was wrong and I didn't push you. Whether or not you realize it, it's not a bad thing to let yourself need people. I know it scares the hell out of you, but even you Gil Grissom are human."
He just smiled at her, unsure of how to respond. Remembering her earlier words about Sam Braun, he spoke, "Catherine, how are you holding up? About Sam, I mean."
A look of sadness crossed her face briefly, "I'm dealing with it. The evidence tells me that he killed her. Father or not, he belongs in jail. There is a lot about my past that is ugly, and now this is just another piece of it that has come to light. But I'm not living in my past."
Grissom smiled, "You're a strong woman. A damn good CSI." He paused for a moment, "You're a good friend, Catherine. Thank you for being here for me."
Catherine smiled knowing how hard it was for him to say that. "Gil, all always be here for you, whether you like it or not." She raised an eyebrow at him as he laughed. "Now, who is taking you home because you're certainly not driving yourself?"
He smiled, "Would you?"
She squeezed his hand again and caressed the back of it with her thumb. "Yeah."
He looked over at her with a satisfied smile, "They say I can go home today. The doctor thinks the surgery was a success."
A grin broke out over Catherine's face, "That's great news." She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.
Grissom looked down at their hands and contemplated a few things, "Cath, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was afraid." He gave her a sheepish look.
She gave him a look of acceptance. "Gil, I've known you for 15 years. We're friends. I wish you had told me sooner, but I could have asked too. I knew something was wrong and I didn't push you. Whether or not you realize it, it's not a bad thing to let yourself need people. I know it scares the hell out of you, but even you Gil Grissom are human."
He just smiled at her, unsure of how to respond. Remembering her earlier words about Sam Braun, he spoke, "Catherine, how are you holding up? About Sam, I mean."
A look of sadness crossed her face briefly, "I'm dealing with it. The evidence tells me that he killed her. Father or not, he belongs in jail. There is a lot about my past that is ugly, and now this is just another piece of it that has come to light. But I'm not living in my past."
Grissom smiled, "You're a strong woman. A damn good CSI." He paused for a moment, "You're a good friend, Catherine. Thank you for being here for me."
Catherine smiled knowing how hard it was for him to say that. "Gil, all always be here for you, whether you like it or not." She raised an eyebrow at him as he laughed. "Now, who is taking you home because you're certainly not driving yourself?"
He smiled, "Would you?"
She squeezed his hand again and caressed the back of it with her thumb. "Yeah."
