PA41: Hmm, another story.
WHY? Prologue
"Why?"
"'Why' what Catherine?"
"Do not 'why what' me Gil Grissom." Catherine scolded. She placed her hands on her hips and started straight at him. "You know damn well what I mean." Her fiery blue eyes seemed to burn a hole straight through Grissom. Grissom was afraid at the scathing look Catherine was giving him. This was the only thing he feared.
"No I don't know what you mean." Grissom said unknowingly. "Could you please enlighten me?" His gentle blue eyes were unwilling to look fearful; he knew what this tone would mean: She was totally pissed, and that really intimidated him somewhat.
"Why are you pushing me away?" Her tone sounded angry . . . and yet somewhat . . . hurt.
"I'm not pushing you away." He said innocently in denial.
Catherine gently shook her head in a hurt way. "Yes you are . . .; you refuse to go one cases with me, you refuse to return my calls, you refuse to talk to me, you refuse to see me, you never come over anymore and when have we really recently 'talked' without boundaries?" Catherine's eyes were refused to be met by Grissom's.
"I've been busy. . ." Grissom's reply trailed off somewhat. His eyes avoided looking into hers and even looking in the direction of her at all.
"That doesn't mean we can't talk to each other or be together." Catherine answered with tears rimming her beautiful cobalt blue eyes.
". . ." This time Grissom failed to supply her with an answer, failed her entirely. He knew he had to tell her before it was too late but, the thing which was holding him back was his own fear, his own denial that he was even good enough for her.
"If you didn't want to talk to me or be around me than your wish shall be fulfilled." Tears streaked down her cheeks. "You really disappoint me Gil." She shouted as she ran out of Grissom's moderately large town house, slamming all the doors behind her.
Grissom's eyes widened at the thought of her doing something stupid. "Oh god, what have I done? I've been so stupid." He told himself as he ran after her. He ran out of is town house to see Catherine's Tahoe no where in sight. He swore to himself quietly as he went inside to get his mobile phone. He dialled the number and put the phone to his ear.
~~~ Catherine's face was tear stricken as she drove in the direction of her house. She ignored the annoying ringing of her mobile phone; she knew that it was Grissom, she knew he was calling to apologise, but this time she was not going to forgive him, she knew he was going to just push her away and ignore her again. It had happened before; she was hurt that time too. She wiped her tears away as she parked in her driveway. She got out and looked at the blood red sunset.
"I won't let them hurt me anymore." She whispered to herself quietly. "No more." She promised herself. She was willing to commit suicide but was unwilling to think about what all her friends and daughter would do: Warrick could start to gamble again; Sara, Catherine didn't know for sure as she didn't know Sara very well; Nick, she didn't know all that well either; but Lindsey would probably go into depression about first her father dying, now her mother, Catherine did not want Lindsey to go to social services either until they could find a 'suitable family to take care of her'.
Catherine stood out side in the brilliant sun set until she felt a sharp pain in her thigh. Catherine collapsed in pain and pulled a knife out of her thigh. She looked up at the road to see Grissom's car drive around the corner. Then there was nothing, but blackness.
WHY? Prologue
"Why?"
"'Why' what Catherine?"
"Do not 'why what' me Gil Grissom." Catherine scolded. She placed her hands on her hips and started straight at him. "You know damn well what I mean." Her fiery blue eyes seemed to burn a hole straight through Grissom. Grissom was afraid at the scathing look Catherine was giving him. This was the only thing he feared.
"No I don't know what you mean." Grissom said unknowingly. "Could you please enlighten me?" His gentle blue eyes were unwilling to look fearful; he knew what this tone would mean: She was totally pissed, and that really intimidated him somewhat.
"Why are you pushing me away?" Her tone sounded angry . . . and yet somewhat . . . hurt.
"I'm not pushing you away." He said innocently in denial.
Catherine gently shook her head in a hurt way. "Yes you are . . .; you refuse to go one cases with me, you refuse to return my calls, you refuse to talk to me, you refuse to see me, you never come over anymore and when have we really recently 'talked' without boundaries?" Catherine's eyes were refused to be met by Grissom's.
"I've been busy. . ." Grissom's reply trailed off somewhat. His eyes avoided looking into hers and even looking in the direction of her at all.
"That doesn't mean we can't talk to each other or be together." Catherine answered with tears rimming her beautiful cobalt blue eyes.
". . ." This time Grissom failed to supply her with an answer, failed her entirely. He knew he had to tell her before it was too late but, the thing which was holding him back was his own fear, his own denial that he was even good enough for her.
"If you didn't want to talk to me or be around me than your wish shall be fulfilled." Tears streaked down her cheeks. "You really disappoint me Gil." She shouted as she ran out of Grissom's moderately large town house, slamming all the doors behind her.
Grissom's eyes widened at the thought of her doing something stupid. "Oh god, what have I done? I've been so stupid." He told himself as he ran after her. He ran out of is town house to see Catherine's Tahoe no where in sight. He swore to himself quietly as he went inside to get his mobile phone. He dialled the number and put the phone to his ear.
~~~ Catherine's face was tear stricken as she drove in the direction of her house. She ignored the annoying ringing of her mobile phone; she knew that it was Grissom, she knew he was calling to apologise, but this time she was not going to forgive him, she knew he was going to just push her away and ignore her again. It had happened before; she was hurt that time too. She wiped her tears away as she parked in her driveway. She got out and looked at the blood red sunset.
"I won't let them hurt me anymore." She whispered to herself quietly. "No more." She promised herself. She was willing to commit suicide but was unwilling to think about what all her friends and daughter would do: Warrick could start to gamble again; Sara, Catherine didn't know for sure as she didn't know Sara very well; Nick, she didn't know all that well either; but Lindsey would probably go into depression about first her father dying, now her mother, Catherine did not want Lindsey to go to social services either until they could find a 'suitable family to take care of her'.
Catherine stood out side in the brilliant sun set until she felt a sharp pain in her thigh. Catherine collapsed in pain and pulled a knife out of her thigh. She looked up at the road to see Grissom's car drive around the corner. Then there was nothing, but blackness.