He leaned down to kiss her and it seemed that all of her problems melted
away in the warmth of his arms....and then the phone rang.
Catherine grumbled, though a smile still played on her lips from the dream, as she reached over to grab the phone off her nightstand praying that Grissom was the one calling
"Hey Catherine, it's Sara," came a chipper voice from the end.
"Oh hi Sara," Catherine mumbled hoping the disappointment didn't sound too obvious. "What's going on?"
"Well I was calling to make sure that you're still coming tonight," Sara said.
"Yup, I'll be there with bells on," Catherine replied ready to go back to sleep.
"Speaking of wearing things," Sara began. "This is going to sound a little bit silly, but what do you think I should wear tonight? I mean Nick suggested this place so I really don't know what to expect."
Resisting the urge to mutter something about clothes being a great start, Catherine replied, "Oh just any old thing will be fine."
"Well how fancy is too fancy," Sarah asked. "I really want to look nice."
"You trying to impress someone?" Catherine said stifling a yawn.
"Well I wanted to make a good impression so yeah I guess so," Sara quipped.
"Well you know how Nick likes his women," Catherine joked.
"Yeah," Sara said laughing. Then she became serious, "But Nick's not the one I was talking about."
"Oh really," Catherine said becoming more interested in the latest office gossip. "Well who then? Not Greg?"
"No," Sara answered wondering if Catherine was really the right person to be talking to about this.
"Warrick?" Catherine asked thinking that of the three guys, Nick would be the best choice for Sara.
"Uhm no," Sara answered suddenly realizing that this conversation was about to get really ugly really fast. "You Catherine, I just realized that I forgot to call my mom back earlier so I should probably go do that. Thanks for all your help. I'll see you tonight."
Hanging up the phone Catherine said in bed perplexed for a few minutes at Sara's hasty departure.
"If it's not Nick or Greg or Warrick, then who else is there?" Catherine asked no one in particular as she sauntered over to her closet. Then the realization hit her.
"Grissom?!"
Catherine's mind worked at light speed trying to process the idea that Sara was falling for Grissom. Pretty soon, an even worse thought crept into Catherine's mind: what if Grissom actually felt something for Sara?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing yet again.
"Did I wake you up?" an apologetic Grissom asked.
"No I was just, uh, relaxing with a book," Catherine said quickly trying not to sound as frustrated as she suddenly felt.
"Oh really, anything good," Grissom asked.
"Just finishing up the middle section of Dante's Inferno," Catherine mumbled feeling as if she had just entered the seventh circle of hell.
"Now there's a classic," Grissom replied softly. "I forgot to ask you during lunch, what time is this get together for Sara?"
"The show starts at 8," Catherine replied cringing at the mention of Sara. "But Nick told me that we were all going to meet at 7 at the club."
"Alright, well I'll be over around 6:30," Grissom said, then pausing in thought. "Maybe I should get Sara some flowers or something."
"Yeah, fine, whatever," Catherine snapped.
"Catherine, are you alright? Did Eddie come back?" Grissom asked suddenly very concerned.
"I'm fine Gris," Catherine said feeling close to tears for the second time that day.
"Cath, do you want me to," Grissom began.
"No," she snapped. Then cursing herself for being so irritable, she said quietly, "I'm just really tired." "Well why don't I let you go get some rest," Grissom said with an almost certainty that whatever was bothering Catherine would not be solved by sleep. "I'll be over later on."
"Yeah, fine, whatever," Catherine muttered to herself flopping down on her bed after hanging up the phone. Of all the thoughts churning in her mind, Catherine knew one thing for sure: it was going to be a long night!
***What happens at the comedy club?? Will Catherine let jealousy and frustration get the best of her?? Stayed Tuned for Chapter 4 to find out!**
Catherine grumbled, though a smile still played on her lips from the dream, as she reached over to grab the phone off her nightstand praying that Grissom was the one calling
"Hey Catherine, it's Sara," came a chipper voice from the end.
"Oh hi Sara," Catherine mumbled hoping the disappointment didn't sound too obvious. "What's going on?"
"Well I was calling to make sure that you're still coming tonight," Sara said.
"Yup, I'll be there with bells on," Catherine replied ready to go back to sleep.
"Speaking of wearing things," Sara began. "This is going to sound a little bit silly, but what do you think I should wear tonight? I mean Nick suggested this place so I really don't know what to expect."
Resisting the urge to mutter something about clothes being a great start, Catherine replied, "Oh just any old thing will be fine."
"Well how fancy is too fancy," Sarah asked. "I really want to look nice."
"You trying to impress someone?" Catherine said stifling a yawn.
"Well I wanted to make a good impression so yeah I guess so," Sara quipped.
"Well you know how Nick likes his women," Catherine joked.
"Yeah," Sara said laughing. Then she became serious, "But Nick's not the one I was talking about."
"Oh really," Catherine said becoming more interested in the latest office gossip. "Well who then? Not Greg?"
"No," Sara answered wondering if Catherine was really the right person to be talking to about this.
"Warrick?" Catherine asked thinking that of the three guys, Nick would be the best choice for Sara.
"Uhm no," Sara answered suddenly realizing that this conversation was about to get really ugly really fast. "You Catherine, I just realized that I forgot to call my mom back earlier so I should probably go do that. Thanks for all your help. I'll see you tonight."
Hanging up the phone Catherine said in bed perplexed for a few minutes at Sara's hasty departure.
"If it's not Nick or Greg or Warrick, then who else is there?" Catherine asked no one in particular as she sauntered over to her closet. Then the realization hit her.
"Grissom?!"
Catherine's mind worked at light speed trying to process the idea that Sara was falling for Grissom. Pretty soon, an even worse thought crept into Catherine's mind: what if Grissom actually felt something for Sara?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing yet again.
"Did I wake you up?" an apologetic Grissom asked.
"No I was just, uh, relaxing with a book," Catherine said quickly trying not to sound as frustrated as she suddenly felt.
"Oh really, anything good," Grissom asked.
"Just finishing up the middle section of Dante's Inferno," Catherine mumbled feeling as if she had just entered the seventh circle of hell.
"Now there's a classic," Grissom replied softly. "I forgot to ask you during lunch, what time is this get together for Sara?"
"The show starts at 8," Catherine replied cringing at the mention of Sara. "But Nick told me that we were all going to meet at 7 at the club."
"Alright, well I'll be over around 6:30," Grissom said, then pausing in thought. "Maybe I should get Sara some flowers or something."
"Yeah, fine, whatever," Catherine snapped.
"Catherine, are you alright? Did Eddie come back?" Grissom asked suddenly very concerned.
"I'm fine Gris," Catherine said feeling close to tears for the second time that day.
"Cath, do you want me to," Grissom began.
"No," she snapped. Then cursing herself for being so irritable, she said quietly, "I'm just really tired." "Well why don't I let you go get some rest," Grissom said with an almost certainty that whatever was bothering Catherine would not be solved by sleep. "I'll be over later on."
"Yeah, fine, whatever," Catherine muttered to herself flopping down on her bed after hanging up the phone. Of all the thoughts churning in her mind, Catherine knew one thing for sure: it was going to be a long night!
***What happens at the comedy club?? Will Catherine let jealousy and frustration get the best of her?? Stayed Tuned for Chapter 4 to find out!**