Title: It's never too late
Notes: Did I write G/S? Oops.sorry. It's G/C of course. We have some really interested people out there
reading my stuff. Thanks. Okay, here's the next chapter (one more
thing: Lindsey calls Grissom "Uncle Gil" in this one. I really don't
know if she has done it before.maybe not. But I like it this way.).
Chapter 5
Tuesday, General Hospital, 9.45 p.m.
When Catherine entered the hospital room, Gil was awake and watched TV. The headrest of the bed was up a bit so he could see the TV.
"Hi", she greeted him.
He looked at her and smiled. "Hi", he answered with his still hoarse voice.
"And? Anything interesting on TV?" she asked and took the seat next to his bed.
Gil didn't answer but turned the TV off with the remote control.
"Should I get you something to read?" she wanted to know.
"Would...be better", he whispered. After a few moments he asked: "What happened?"
Catherine answered: "We were together at the warehouse, do you remember that?"
He nodded. "I...was at...the car."
"Yes. Then Charlie Biggs must have surprised you outside. He obviously wanted to destroy some evidence. Did you identify yourself to him?"
He nodded again, but then hesitated. "I...don't...know for...sure."
She took his hand. "Don't put yourself under pressure, Gil. The most important thing right now is for you to recover as soon as possible. If not, I'll have to play along as supervisor and your office isn't quite...homelike, you know."
Her remark made him giggle, but he immediately winced and made a painful face.
"Sorry. I'll try not to make you laugh anymore. Although it's the truth I'm telling. Your office isn't inviting very much. And I could swear that your creepy crawlers are...I don't know how to describe it...well, they seem to...miss you."
His face remained serious for a moment but then he smiled again. "That's something...at least."
"Hey! We miss you too! Well, the most of us, except Greg maybe. He brought a new radio to the lab yesterday. I'm curious about what's going on there right now", she said smiling and looked at her watch. "Oh! I'll have to hurry, I'm already late. See you tomorrow."
Wednesday, General Hospital, 10.00 a.m.
Catherine had to look after Lindsey first before she drove to Gil's house to collect some books and fresh clothes. This caused a 1 hour delay due to her plans. When she entered the hospital room she found the bed empty. Then she put the bag down and went onto the hallway where she was about to ask a nurse. But then she spotted two figures down the hallway. She smiled and went towards them. "Nick! I didn't know you were coming."
"Yeah, well. I just wanted to say 'hello', but then the nurse meant it'll would be time for him to get some fresh air", he answered and holding Gil at the same time. Grissom was unsteady, had his left arm was in a sling and he looked a bit funny in his dressing-gown.
"I...just...wanted him...to open...a window...", he mumbled.
"You did the mistake to say that in front of the nurse", Nick laughed.
Catherine noticed that Gil's condition wasn't stable and turned to Nick. "We should bring him back."
After Grissom was settled down in the bed, she brought him something to drink. Meanwhile Nick had put the books an the bedside table. "Forensic science", he read aloud. "Fresh from the press."
"How do you...?" Gil asked stunned.
Catherine smiled. "Bookstore left a message on your answering machine. I collected it on the way here."
Nick turned a few pages and handed it to Gil. Then he showed him another 3 books from the bag. These were older and obviously often used before. They all included insects. "That is not my personal taste", Nick said.
"That's a nice gesture of yours, Catherine, but I can't..." Gil sad softly but was interrupted by her.
"...read without your glasses?" she ended the sentence and held the spectacle-case in front of him.
He was stunned again as he took it.
"This time you have to thank Greg. He also got the books from your office. Guess what? I believe he wants you to stay away from headquarter as long as possible", she said and blinked twice.
"Well, he might be right about this", he sad sadly.
"Did Dr. White talk to you?"
"Just before Nick arrived", he answered, but then stayed silent.
"I better go now, got plenty of things to do", Nick said as he noticed the change of mood by his boss. "See you, Griss."
"Thanks for coming, Nicky", Gil said.
"So long", Catherine answered.
After Nick was gone, she sat down on the bed and look questionably at Gil. "What's the problem?"
He sighed. "I'm not able to work for at least 3 months. There's too much damage in there", he said and carefully laid his hand on the left shoulder. "With a lot of luck and even more training the shoulder should be movable again."
"Then you have to take the time and go through the rehabilitation- training. You've made it so far, you can go further. And - don't forget this - we're here to support."
He looked at her seriously. "I didn't forget that! Without you I would be lost."
Catherine noticed that he grew tired during their conversation and stood. "You need to rest, that's one thing for sure. If you need anything else, just call me, okay?"
He nodded and then closed his eyes.
Thursday, General Hospital, 12.48 p.m.
Sara came to visit the next day and was talking to Gil as someone knocked on the door. After Gil's answer, Lindsey's head appeared in the doorframe and she had a smile on her face. She rushed to the bed, climbed on it and threw her arms around his neck.
"Uncle Gil! I've missed you!"
"Ow! Careful! I'm injured", he said, but he wasn't angry at all.
"Sorry, Uncle Gil. I didn't want to hurt you", she excused.
"It's okay, I wasn't prepared to such a stormy welcome. And - I've missed you, too. Where's your mom?"
"She's outside. She had to call someone first. Hi Sara."
"Hello. Are you coming straight from school?"
"Yes."
Catherine entered the room and greeted both Gil and Sara.
"I'm on my way. Ecklie wants my report on the Jackson case", Sara said to Catherine. Then she turned to Gil: "See you."
"Be careful and don't work too much", Grissom warned her, but he knew better.
"Whatever you're saying", she answered and smiled as she left the room.
"I've made a picture for you", Lindsey said proudly while she searched for it in her bag. Then she showed him a painted spider. "That's the tarantula from you office", she explained with a serious voice.
"That I noticed within a second", he said thoughtfully and watched the picture. "She's beautiful. Thank you very much."
Catherine talked to her daughter: "Lindsey, could you get Uncle Gil some water, please?"
After she had left the room, Catherine turned toward her close friend. "I have to ask you to do me a favour."
"No problem."
"I have a meeting with the district attorney this afternoon. And my sister isn't at home..."
"I should baby-sit her?"
"Actually I would say that she probably will baby-sit you, but yes, I want you to watch after her for about 2 hours. I will try to come back as fast as possible."
He looked at her. "Oh, I don't know. See, my schedule is very tight. I'm not sure if I can get so much time for her..:" he said, lost in thoughts, "...but I guess it's okay."
"Really? I'm impressed. Now, let's talk serious, Gil. If it's too much for you, I will try to find someone else."
"No, it's no problem for me. I can take it."
Lindsey came back with ice cream. "The drinking machine is out of order. So I bought you ice cream!" she said proudly.
"Exactly what I need right now", he said and took the ice.
When Catherine entered the room two hours later, the TV was on, but Lindsey sat on the table and drew a picture. Gil was on the bed, sleeping. Catherine had to smile and went quietly to her daughter.
"Hi mom. You have to be quiet, Uncle Gil's sleeping", she whispered.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, just a second."
Short time later both of them sat in the car, driving home.
"And? What did you two this afternoon?" Catherine wanted to know.
"Uncle Gil helped me with the homework and then we went to park behind the hospital. Then we went back and watched TV until he fell asleep. I drew a picture", she said happily. As she thought about it, she became serious. "When's Uncle Gil coming home?"
"I don't know. I have to talk to the doctor first. Why?"
"Will he be home at my birthday?"
Catherine stayed silent for a moment. Lindsey's birthday was two weeks ahead. "I don't know. But I promise you, that I will talk to the doctor tomorrow. Then we can begin making plans, okay?"
"Okay", the child answered, but not quite convinced.
Notes: Did I write G/S? Oops.sorry. It's G/C of course. We have some really interested people out there
reading my stuff. Thanks. Okay, here's the next chapter (one more
thing: Lindsey calls Grissom "Uncle Gil" in this one. I really don't
know if she has done it before.maybe not. But I like it this way.).
Chapter 5
Tuesday, General Hospital, 9.45 p.m.
When Catherine entered the hospital room, Gil was awake and watched TV. The headrest of the bed was up a bit so he could see the TV.
"Hi", she greeted him.
He looked at her and smiled. "Hi", he answered with his still hoarse voice.
"And? Anything interesting on TV?" she asked and took the seat next to his bed.
Gil didn't answer but turned the TV off with the remote control.
"Should I get you something to read?" she wanted to know.
"Would...be better", he whispered. After a few moments he asked: "What happened?"
Catherine answered: "We were together at the warehouse, do you remember that?"
He nodded. "I...was at...the car."
"Yes. Then Charlie Biggs must have surprised you outside. He obviously wanted to destroy some evidence. Did you identify yourself to him?"
He nodded again, but then hesitated. "I...don't...know for...sure."
She took his hand. "Don't put yourself under pressure, Gil. The most important thing right now is for you to recover as soon as possible. If not, I'll have to play along as supervisor and your office isn't quite...homelike, you know."
Her remark made him giggle, but he immediately winced and made a painful face.
"Sorry. I'll try not to make you laugh anymore. Although it's the truth I'm telling. Your office isn't inviting very much. And I could swear that your creepy crawlers are...I don't know how to describe it...well, they seem to...miss you."
His face remained serious for a moment but then he smiled again. "That's something...at least."
"Hey! We miss you too! Well, the most of us, except Greg maybe. He brought a new radio to the lab yesterday. I'm curious about what's going on there right now", she said smiling and looked at her watch. "Oh! I'll have to hurry, I'm already late. See you tomorrow."
Wednesday, General Hospital, 10.00 a.m.
Catherine had to look after Lindsey first before she drove to Gil's house to collect some books and fresh clothes. This caused a 1 hour delay due to her plans. When she entered the hospital room she found the bed empty. Then she put the bag down and went onto the hallway where she was about to ask a nurse. But then she spotted two figures down the hallway. She smiled and went towards them. "Nick! I didn't know you were coming."
"Yeah, well. I just wanted to say 'hello', but then the nurse meant it'll would be time for him to get some fresh air", he answered and holding Gil at the same time. Grissom was unsteady, had his left arm was in a sling and he looked a bit funny in his dressing-gown.
"I...just...wanted him...to open...a window...", he mumbled.
"You did the mistake to say that in front of the nurse", Nick laughed.
Catherine noticed that Gil's condition wasn't stable and turned to Nick. "We should bring him back."
After Grissom was settled down in the bed, she brought him something to drink. Meanwhile Nick had put the books an the bedside table. "Forensic science", he read aloud. "Fresh from the press."
"How do you...?" Gil asked stunned.
Catherine smiled. "Bookstore left a message on your answering machine. I collected it on the way here."
Nick turned a few pages and handed it to Gil. Then he showed him another 3 books from the bag. These were older and obviously often used before. They all included insects. "That is not my personal taste", Nick said.
"That's a nice gesture of yours, Catherine, but I can't..." Gil sad softly but was interrupted by her.
"...read without your glasses?" she ended the sentence and held the spectacle-case in front of him.
He was stunned again as he took it.
"This time you have to thank Greg. He also got the books from your office. Guess what? I believe he wants you to stay away from headquarter as long as possible", she said and blinked twice.
"Well, he might be right about this", he sad sadly.
"Did Dr. White talk to you?"
"Just before Nick arrived", he answered, but then stayed silent.
"I better go now, got plenty of things to do", Nick said as he noticed the change of mood by his boss. "See you, Griss."
"Thanks for coming, Nicky", Gil said.
"So long", Catherine answered.
After Nick was gone, she sat down on the bed and look questionably at Gil. "What's the problem?"
He sighed. "I'm not able to work for at least 3 months. There's too much damage in there", he said and carefully laid his hand on the left shoulder. "With a lot of luck and even more training the shoulder should be movable again."
"Then you have to take the time and go through the rehabilitation- training. You've made it so far, you can go further. And - don't forget this - we're here to support."
He looked at her seriously. "I didn't forget that! Without you I would be lost."
Catherine noticed that he grew tired during their conversation and stood. "You need to rest, that's one thing for sure. If you need anything else, just call me, okay?"
He nodded and then closed his eyes.
Thursday, General Hospital, 12.48 p.m.
Sara came to visit the next day and was talking to Gil as someone knocked on the door. After Gil's answer, Lindsey's head appeared in the doorframe and she had a smile on her face. She rushed to the bed, climbed on it and threw her arms around his neck.
"Uncle Gil! I've missed you!"
"Ow! Careful! I'm injured", he said, but he wasn't angry at all.
"Sorry, Uncle Gil. I didn't want to hurt you", she excused.
"It's okay, I wasn't prepared to such a stormy welcome. And - I've missed you, too. Where's your mom?"
"She's outside. She had to call someone first. Hi Sara."
"Hello. Are you coming straight from school?"
"Yes."
Catherine entered the room and greeted both Gil and Sara.
"I'm on my way. Ecklie wants my report on the Jackson case", Sara said to Catherine. Then she turned to Gil: "See you."
"Be careful and don't work too much", Grissom warned her, but he knew better.
"Whatever you're saying", she answered and smiled as she left the room.
"I've made a picture for you", Lindsey said proudly while she searched for it in her bag. Then she showed him a painted spider. "That's the tarantula from you office", she explained with a serious voice.
"That I noticed within a second", he said thoughtfully and watched the picture. "She's beautiful. Thank you very much."
Catherine talked to her daughter: "Lindsey, could you get Uncle Gil some water, please?"
After she had left the room, Catherine turned toward her close friend. "I have to ask you to do me a favour."
"No problem."
"I have a meeting with the district attorney this afternoon. And my sister isn't at home..."
"I should baby-sit her?"
"Actually I would say that she probably will baby-sit you, but yes, I want you to watch after her for about 2 hours. I will try to come back as fast as possible."
He looked at her. "Oh, I don't know. See, my schedule is very tight. I'm not sure if I can get so much time for her..:" he said, lost in thoughts, "...but I guess it's okay."
"Really? I'm impressed. Now, let's talk serious, Gil. If it's too much for you, I will try to find someone else."
"No, it's no problem for me. I can take it."
Lindsey came back with ice cream. "The drinking machine is out of order. So I bought you ice cream!" she said proudly.
"Exactly what I need right now", he said and took the ice.
When Catherine entered the room two hours later, the TV was on, but Lindsey sat on the table and drew a picture. Gil was on the bed, sleeping. Catherine had to smile and went quietly to her daughter.
"Hi mom. You have to be quiet, Uncle Gil's sleeping", she whispered.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, just a second."
Short time later both of them sat in the car, driving home.
"And? What did you two this afternoon?" Catherine wanted to know.
"Uncle Gil helped me with the homework and then we went to park behind the hospital. Then we went back and watched TV until he fell asleep. I drew a picture", she said happily. As she thought about it, she became serious. "When's Uncle Gil coming home?"
"I don't know. I have to talk to the doctor first. Why?"
"Will he be home at my birthday?"
Catherine stayed silent for a moment. Lindsey's birthday was two weeks ahead. "I don't know. But I promise you, that I will talk to the doctor tomorrow. Then we can begin making plans, okay?"
"Okay", the child answered, but not quite convinced.