Title: Wishes
Author: Angie
Email: hill@grics.net
Disclaimers: CSI Crime Scene Investigation does not belong to me, they are the property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful actors who portray them.
Author's Notes: Thanks to the graveshiftCSI group. This is actually the first fanfic I started writing, the second to be posted and still not complete so I don't know when the next chapter will be out. Oh, and this hasn't been betaed, so any mistakes are mine. Sorry for the long delay in this chapter. I was going to post this in two sections but decided not to since it had been so long since I updated.
Spoilers: nothing really
Distribution: The GraveshiftCSI Homepage, ShipperWorldCSI… all others please ask.
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Grissom arrived at Catherine's house at 7:30 that night. Walking up to the door, Grissom began feeling a bit nervous. He wasn't entirely sure what Catherine had planned for that evening, and he didn't know what to expect. He was pretty sure he knew where they were going since Catherine had mentioned his favorite dinner, but knowing Catherine he could never be sure.
Ringing the doorbell Grissom began wondering what he was doing there. "This is just ridiculous, it's just dinner, with a friend…" After a moment the door opened and Grissom was shocked by the sight in front of him. Catherine stood before him, in a little black dress and from the way the dress was fitting she wasn't wearing much more then that dress. "Catherine…. you look… amazing."
A smile lit Catherine's face "Thanks!" She was relieved to see Grissom show up on her door. She had been waiting for the phone call to come all day saying that Grissom was called away to a case. As the hour got closer to the time Grissom was due to arrive Catherine's nerves grew worse and worse.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Just let me grab my purse." Catherine walked away from Gris and that is when he got the full effect of her dress. The dress had a plunging back, and he could see the curve of her spine and the smooth skin of her back.
Catherine turned back around and saw the look on Grissom's face. The dress she was wearing had jumped out at her after weeks of shopping for the evening, and after seeing the look on Grissom's face, she knew it had been a worthwhile investment. Once she saw the look on Grissom's face her nerves disappeared, maybe the evening would go as she had hoped.
"Okay, I'm ready." Catherine said with a smile on her face.
Grissom waited while Catherine locked up her house then instinctively placed his hand at the small of her back to lead her to the Tahoe. What he was not expecting was the feeling of electricity that passed through them when his hand came into contact with the sensitive bare flesh at the small of her back.
Once the two got into the vehicle Grissom turned to Catherine. "So, where are we going?"
"You don't know?" Catherine asked, unable to hide the shock in her voice. "I thought you would have figured that out when I mentioned the meal. Grissom, your investigative skills are becoming a bit rusty."
"There's nothing wrong with my skills, I just know you. I can never count on my intuitive and investigative skills when your involved Catherine."
"Well you shouldn't have doubted yourself." She replied with a laugh in her voice. "You know where were going and how to get there. It's nice to know I can still surprise you though."
"Catherine, you've never lost the ability to surprise me."
Grissom began the familiar 45 minute drive to his favorite restaurant. The drive was relaxed. The two easily chatted and joked, temporarily leaving any thoughts of uneasiness behind them.
****
Once the two arrived at the restaurant they made their way through the crowd to the hostess, thankful that they had reservations for the busy restaurant.
The two made their way to the bar to await their seating, and they were apparently not the only patrons with that idea. Not finding any tables open, Gil led Catherine to the one empty chair he did see. Helping her into the high bar stool he waited until the bar tender made his way over to them.
"What can I get for you?"
"Baja Luna on the rocks please." Catherine replied.
"And you sir?"
"Double bourbon on the rocks." Gil didn't drink very often, but his nerves were on edge tonight and he needed something to help calm him down a little. He wasn't sure what kind of expectations he had for tonight, or what Catherine was expecting either. They had been out together before; dinner, breakfast, an occasional lunch, but this was different. He could try to pretend that it was just two friends celebrating the others birthday, but deep down he knew it was a date, and as much as he loved that idea it scared him. He didn't have the best track record with women, to be honest he didn't really have much of a record at all. Even when he was younger he didn't date much, and the older he became the less frequent the dates.
The waiter returned with their drinks and Gil quickly took a long swallow.
"Gil?"
He turned and looked at the beauty sitting before him. "Yes Catherine?"
"What are you thinking?"
"What?" His voice became louder as he strained to hear what Catherine was saying.
"Well you became quiet all of the sudden. Is something wrong? If your uncomfortable about this evening we can leave. I just thought that maybe…"
"No, we don't have to leave. It's just a little loud in here to talk." He was uncomfortable, but he didn't want Catherine to know why. It was hard enough to deal with the emotions this date was bringing out of him, but he didn't want Catherine to notice the jealousy that was also arising. It didn't matter which direction he looked there was always someone checking Catherine out. He just hoped that they would be seated soon.
Just as that thought entered his head he heard them announce that their table was ready. Gathering their drinks they made their way back to the hostess.
They were led to their table, which was in a secluded section of the patio. It was a perfect night for outdoor dining. The oppressive heat from earlier that day had disappeared now that the sun had set.
They were handed a menu by the hostess, who then left them alone.
"This is nice Cath, but why did you go to so much trouble?" Gil said looking around the patio. The table was situated off to the side of the restaurant, opposite of the small dance floor and live band, who were just going on break.
"It wasn't any trouble. I wanted to do it, besides you deserve to have a nice birthday, same as the rest of us."
"Thank you."
There was a bit of silence as the two contemplated their thoughts and feelings. The silence was soon interrupted by a waitress.
"Hi! My name's Melody and I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you anything else to drink while you look at the menu?"
"Actually can we see a wine list please?" Catherine asked the waitress.
"Sure. Here you go. I'll just give you a moment to look it over and make your selection." Melody replied handing a wine list to the couple and leaving.
"Catherine, are you sure you want to …"
"Yeah." She interrupted him. "We're both off the clock tonight. Don't you want some wine?" The nerves were starting to appear again. Maybe he really didn't want to be here. He always said he didn't want to go anywhere, but once they got somewhere he would always relax and end up having a good time.
"Sure that's fine, I just…. What kind of wine do you want?"
"What goes with Calamari? Or would you rather just get a beer?" She was trying extra hard to give him options now, the guilt of basically forcing him into this evening was becoming stronger now.
"Wine's fine. Why don't we get a nice chardonnay?"
The waitress came back before Catherine had a chance to answer Grissom's question.
"Have we made a decision yet?"
Grissom looks over at Catherine and sees her nod her head. "We'd like a chardonnay. 1995 if you have it."
"Very good sir. Are you two ready to order yet? Or would you like a few more minutes?"
Grissom again looked to Catherine for guidance. She nodded towards him again and he told the waitress their decision. "Calamari, please. For both of us."
"Excellent choice sir. It's the most requested item we have."
The waitress left leaving the two in silence once again.
Deciding to break the silence Gil decided to start with an easy conversation starter, at least it was an easy one when it came to Catherine. "So… when does Lindsey come back home?"
"Next week."
"Have you talked to her since she went to Eddie's."
"A couple of times. She's having fun, I'd just rather have her with me."
'Okay, this isn't working… time to change the subject.' Grissom thought to himself. "So, um, what did you have to do to get Warrick to take shift tonight?"
"Nothing, he didn't mind doing it. Though I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it from Nick and Sara when they find out it was my idea and that I didn't ask them."
"Why didn't you ask one of them?"
"Why didn't you ask one of them a few months ago?"
"Point taken." Gil paused trying to think of a tactful way out of getting out of the conversation, he really didn't want to discuss his reasoning about that decision, at least not now. Not finding a way he decided to just ask her. "Why don't we change the conversation?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know."
"Well that's real helpful. You want to tell me what's been going on with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Gil, I'm not blind. I know there's something going on with you that you don't want to tell me, or anyone else at work."
"Cath…"
"It's all right. You don't have to tell me. Just know that if you ever do want to talk about it I'll be there for you, anytime."
"I know that Cath. And I appreciate it. Really I do. I'm just not ready…"
"Hey. You don't have to explain anything to me. I know you'll tell me eventually, you always do." She replied with a slight smirk on her face.
The conversation came to an abrupt stop when the waitress came back to their table with a bottle of wine.
"Here's your wine. We didn't have any of the '95, is '96 all right with you."
"The '96 is fine. I can go ahead and pour for us. Thank you." Gil said dismissing the waitress.
"Okay, your dinner should be out shortly." The waitress took her cue and quickly left the couple alone.
"Gil!" Catherine vehemently whispered.
"What?"
"You didn't need to be rude to her, she's just doing her job."
"I wasn't rude." The confusion was evident in his voice as he pondered Catherine's statement.
"You weren't nice."
Grissom was silent for a few moments as he thought about this. He grabbed the bottle of wine from the bucket next to the table and poured a glass for each of them.
"Maybe I wasn't, but I didn't mean anything by it. Besides it's my birthday, can't I be… short… with people if I want to."
"Grissom, you're short with people all the time." Catherine said smiling at him. "Shouldn't you do the opposite on your birthday."
Grissom laughed at this. "Maybe your right Cath, maybe your right." Grissom thought about Catherine's comment for a little bit. "Do I really come across as short?" he asked Catherine warily.
Catherine looked across at Grissom and caught his eye, he quickly looked away from her. Seeing the hurt in his eyes Catherine reached across the table to grasp her hands around his. She waited a few minutes hoping he would look back at her. "Gil, look at me." She finally said when it became clear that he wasn't going to look her direction on his own. Once he turned his eyes back to her she continued. "I'm sorry I said that. Really. You do come off as short when people first meet you." Knowing that this was going to be hard for her to say and for Gil to hear, she grasped his hands tighter. "But once people get to know you and learn your idiosyncrasies… Gil, you are the most caring man I've ever met, even if you do have trouble showing it. Sometimes you get so focused on what you are working on that you tend to not see the emotions of those around you, but I think that is because you are trying so hard to hide your own emotions. If you could just let someone in, help you get those emotions out, maybe we would start seeing that Grissom at work who would laugh once in a while, crack a joke with the guys, or maybe simply smile once in a while. I miss that Grissom."
"I miss him too Cath. Maybe you can help me find him again." Gil stopped when he saw their waitress making her way back to the table with their dinners. "Perhaps we can finish this conversation later, I think we are about to be interrupted again." Gil said smiling at her.
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After their dinner plates had been cleared away Gil poured them both another glass of wine. He looked over to the side of the patio and saw that the band that had been there earlier was coming back from the short break they had taken. The band picked up their instruments and began a familiar song.
"Do you want to dance?" Gil stops when he sees the look on Catherine's face. "We don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought that maybe…"
"I'd love to dance with you," Catherine smiled. "I'm just a little shocked."
They both stood up and Gil placed his hand on the small of Catherine's back and led her to the dance floor.
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It's late in the evening
She's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make up
And brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me
Do I look alright
And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight
~~~~~
Reaching the dance floor Gil turned to face Catherine. They both put their arms around the other and began to dance.
~~~~~~
We go a party
And everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady
That's walking around with me
And then she asks me
Do you feel alright
And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight
~~~~~~
After a couple of minutes of dancing Catherine turns her head back to look at Gil. "Thank you Gil."
"For what?"
"For agreeing to this, this whole evening. I know you really didn't want to do this, but I'm glad you said you'd come."
"Your welcome." He said simply, knowing there really wasn't anything else to say.
Catherine put her head back on Gil's shoulder as they continued dancing.
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I feel wonderful
Because I see the love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize
How much I love you
~~~~~~~
'It's almost as if this song was written for us.' Gil thought. 'I know she doesn't know how much I care for her. Maybe it is time to start taking that next step, maybe it's time to progress this relationship into something more then friendship. But does she want to start down that road?' Gil stopped at that thought. Not knowing what Catherine felt, the unknown, is what has always stopped him from revealing his own feelings.
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It's time to go home now
And I've got an aching head
So I give her the car keys
She helps me to bed
And then I tell her
As I turn out the light
I say my darling, you were wonderful tonight
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight
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As the song ended Catherine slowly pulled her head off of Gil's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Gil?"
"Cath…" Grissom trailed off, was it his imagination or was Catherine face moving closer to his. No it definitely was not his imagination, she was going to kiss him.
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Author: Angie
Email: hill@grics.net
Disclaimers: CSI Crime Scene Investigation does not belong to me, they are the property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful actors who portray them.
Author's Notes: Thanks to the graveshiftCSI group. This is actually the first fanfic I started writing, the second to be posted and still not complete so I don't know when the next chapter will be out. Oh, and this hasn't been betaed, so any mistakes are mine. Sorry for the long delay in this chapter. I was going to post this in two sections but decided not to since it had been so long since I updated.
Spoilers: nothing really
Distribution: The GraveshiftCSI Homepage, ShipperWorldCSI… all others please ask.
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Grissom arrived at Catherine's house at 7:30 that night. Walking up to the door, Grissom began feeling a bit nervous. He wasn't entirely sure what Catherine had planned for that evening, and he didn't know what to expect. He was pretty sure he knew where they were going since Catherine had mentioned his favorite dinner, but knowing Catherine he could never be sure.
Ringing the doorbell Grissom began wondering what he was doing there. "This is just ridiculous, it's just dinner, with a friend…" After a moment the door opened and Grissom was shocked by the sight in front of him. Catherine stood before him, in a little black dress and from the way the dress was fitting she wasn't wearing much more then that dress. "Catherine…. you look… amazing."
A smile lit Catherine's face "Thanks!" She was relieved to see Grissom show up on her door. She had been waiting for the phone call to come all day saying that Grissom was called away to a case. As the hour got closer to the time Grissom was due to arrive Catherine's nerves grew worse and worse.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Just let me grab my purse." Catherine walked away from Gris and that is when he got the full effect of her dress. The dress had a plunging back, and he could see the curve of her spine and the smooth skin of her back.
Catherine turned back around and saw the look on Grissom's face. The dress she was wearing had jumped out at her after weeks of shopping for the evening, and after seeing the look on Grissom's face, she knew it had been a worthwhile investment. Once she saw the look on Grissom's face her nerves disappeared, maybe the evening would go as she had hoped.
"Okay, I'm ready." Catherine said with a smile on her face.
Grissom waited while Catherine locked up her house then instinctively placed his hand at the small of her back to lead her to the Tahoe. What he was not expecting was the feeling of electricity that passed through them when his hand came into contact with the sensitive bare flesh at the small of her back.
Once the two got into the vehicle Grissom turned to Catherine. "So, where are we going?"
"You don't know?" Catherine asked, unable to hide the shock in her voice. "I thought you would have figured that out when I mentioned the meal. Grissom, your investigative skills are becoming a bit rusty."
"There's nothing wrong with my skills, I just know you. I can never count on my intuitive and investigative skills when your involved Catherine."
"Well you shouldn't have doubted yourself." She replied with a laugh in her voice. "You know where were going and how to get there. It's nice to know I can still surprise you though."
"Catherine, you've never lost the ability to surprise me."
Grissom began the familiar 45 minute drive to his favorite restaurant. The drive was relaxed. The two easily chatted and joked, temporarily leaving any thoughts of uneasiness behind them.
****
Once the two arrived at the restaurant they made their way through the crowd to the hostess, thankful that they had reservations for the busy restaurant.
The two made their way to the bar to await their seating, and they were apparently not the only patrons with that idea. Not finding any tables open, Gil led Catherine to the one empty chair he did see. Helping her into the high bar stool he waited until the bar tender made his way over to them.
"What can I get for you?"
"Baja Luna on the rocks please." Catherine replied.
"And you sir?"
"Double bourbon on the rocks." Gil didn't drink very often, but his nerves were on edge tonight and he needed something to help calm him down a little. He wasn't sure what kind of expectations he had for tonight, or what Catherine was expecting either. They had been out together before; dinner, breakfast, an occasional lunch, but this was different. He could try to pretend that it was just two friends celebrating the others birthday, but deep down he knew it was a date, and as much as he loved that idea it scared him. He didn't have the best track record with women, to be honest he didn't really have much of a record at all. Even when he was younger he didn't date much, and the older he became the less frequent the dates.
The waiter returned with their drinks and Gil quickly took a long swallow.
"Gil?"
He turned and looked at the beauty sitting before him. "Yes Catherine?"
"What are you thinking?"
"What?" His voice became louder as he strained to hear what Catherine was saying.
"Well you became quiet all of the sudden. Is something wrong? If your uncomfortable about this evening we can leave. I just thought that maybe…"
"No, we don't have to leave. It's just a little loud in here to talk." He was uncomfortable, but he didn't want Catherine to know why. It was hard enough to deal with the emotions this date was bringing out of him, but he didn't want Catherine to notice the jealousy that was also arising. It didn't matter which direction he looked there was always someone checking Catherine out. He just hoped that they would be seated soon.
Just as that thought entered his head he heard them announce that their table was ready. Gathering their drinks they made their way back to the hostess.
They were led to their table, which was in a secluded section of the patio. It was a perfect night for outdoor dining. The oppressive heat from earlier that day had disappeared now that the sun had set.
They were handed a menu by the hostess, who then left them alone.
"This is nice Cath, but why did you go to so much trouble?" Gil said looking around the patio. The table was situated off to the side of the restaurant, opposite of the small dance floor and live band, who were just going on break.
"It wasn't any trouble. I wanted to do it, besides you deserve to have a nice birthday, same as the rest of us."
"Thank you."
There was a bit of silence as the two contemplated their thoughts and feelings. The silence was soon interrupted by a waitress.
"Hi! My name's Melody and I'll be your server tonight. Can I get you anything else to drink while you look at the menu?"
"Actually can we see a wine list please?" Catherine asked the waitress.
"Sure. Here you go. I'll just give you a moment to look it over and make your selection." Melody replied handing a wine list to the couple and leaving.
"Catherine, are you sure you want to …"
"Yeah." She interrupted him. "We're both off the clock tonight. Don't you want some wine?" The nerves were starting to appear again. Maybe he really didn't want to be here. He always said he didn't want to go anywhere, but once they got somewhere he would always relax and end up having a good time.
"Sure that's fine, I just…. What kind of wine do you want?"
"What goes with Calamari? Or would you rather just get a beer?" She was trying extra hard to give him options now, the guilt of basically forcing him into this evening was becoming stronger now.
"Wine's fine. Why don't we get a nice chardonnay?"
The waitress came back before Catherine had a chance to answer Grissom's question.
"Have we made a decision yet?"
Grissom looks over at Catherine and sees her nod her head. "We'd like a chardonnay. 1995 if you have it."
"Very good sir. Are you two ready to order yet? Or would you like a few more minutes?"
Grissom again looked to Catherine for guidance. She nodded towards him again and he told the waitress their decision. "Calamari, please. For both of us."
"Excellent choice sir. It's the most requested item we have."
The waitress left leaving the two in silence once again.
Deciding to break the silence Gil decided to start with an easy conversation starter, at least it was an easy one when it came to Catherine. "So… when does Lindsey come back home?"
"Next week."
"Have you talked to her since she went to Eddie's."
"A couple of times. She's having fun, I'd just rather have her with me."
'Okay, this isn't working… time to change the subject.' Grissom thought to himself. "So, um, what did you have to do to get Warrick to take shift tonight?"
"Nothing, he didn't mind doing it. Though I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it from Nick and Sara when they find out it was my idea and that I didn't ask them."
"Why didn't you ask one of them?"
"Why didn't you ask one of them a few months ago?"
"Point taken." Gil paused trying to think of a tactful way out of getting out of the conversation, he really didn't want to discuss his reasoning about that decision, at least not now. Not finding a way he decided to just ask her. "Why don't we change the conversation?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know."
"Well that's real helpful. You want to tell me what's been going on with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Gil, I'm not blind. I know there's something going on with you that you don't want to tell me, or anyone else at work."
"Cath…"
"It's all right. You don't have to tell me. Just know that if you ever do want to talk about it I'll be there for you, anytime."
"I know that Cath. And I appreciate it. Really I do. I'm just not ready…"
"Hey. You don't have to explain anything to me. I know you'll tell me eventually, you always do." She replied with a slight smirk on her face.
The conversation came to an abrupt stop when the waitress came back to their table with a bottle of wine.
"Here's your wine. We didn't have any of the '95, is '96 all right with you."
"The '96 is fine. I can go ahead and pour for us. Thank you." Gil said dismissing the waitress.
"Okay, your dinner should be out shortly." The waitress took her cue and quickly left the couple alone.
"Gil!" Catherine vehemently whispered.
"What?"
"You didn't need to be rude to her, she's just doing her job."
"I wasn't rude." The confusion was evident in his voice as he pondered Catherine's statement.
"You weren't nice."
Grissom was silent for a few moments as he thought about this. He grabbed the bottle of wine from the bucket next to the table and poured a glass for each of them.
"Maybe I wasn't, but I didn't mean anything by it. Besides it's my birthday, can't I be… short… with people if I want to."
"Grissom, you're short with people all the time." Catherine said smiling at him. "Shouldn't you do the opposite on your birthday."
Grissom laughed at this. "Maybe your right Cath, maybe your right." Grissom thought about Catherine's comment for a little bit. "Do I really come across as short?" he asked Catherine warily.
Catherine looked across at Grissom and caught his eye, he quickly looked away from her. Seeing the hurt in his eyes Catherine reached across the table to grasp her hands around his. She waited a few minutes hoping he would look back at her. "Gil, look at me." She finally said when it became clear that he wasn't going to look her direction on his own. Once he turned his eyes back to her she continued. "I'm sorry I said that. Really. You do come off as short when people first meet you." Knowing that this was going to be hard for her to say and for Gil to hear, she grasped his hands tighter. "But once people get to know you and learn your idiosyncrasies… Gil, you are the most caring man I've ever met, even if you do have trouble showing it. Sometimes you get so focused on what you are working on that you tend to not see the emotions of those around you, but I think that is because you are trying so hard to hide your own emotions. If you could just let someone in, help you get those emotions out, maybe we would start seeing that Grissom at work who would laugh once in a while, crack a joke with the guys, or maybe simply smile once in a while. I miss that Grissom."
"I miss him too Cath. Maybe you can help me find him again." Gil stopped when he saw their waitress making her way back to the table with their dinners. "Perhaps we can finish this conversation later, I think we are about to be interrupted again." Gil said smiling at her.
* * * * *
After their dinner plates had been cleared away Gil poured them both another glass of wine. He looked over to the side of the patio and saw that the band that had been there earlier was coming back from the short break they had taken. The band picked up their instruments and began a familiar song.
"Do you want to dance?" Gil stops when he sees the look on Catherine's face. "We don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought that maybe…"
"I'd love to dance with you," Catherine smiled. "I'm just a little shocked."
They both stood up and Gil placed his hand on the small of Catherine's back and led her to the dance floor.
~~~~~
It's late in the evening
She's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make up
And brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me
Do I look alright
And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight
~~~~~
Reaching the dance floor Gil turned to face Catherine. They both put their arms around the other and began to dance.
~~~~~~
We go a party
And everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady
That's walking around with me
And then she asks me
Do you feel alright
And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight
~~~~~~
After a couple of minutes of dancing Catherine turns her head back to look at Gil. "Thank you Gil."
"For what?"
"For agreeing to this, this whole evening. I know you really didn't want to do this, but I'm glad you said you'd come."
"Your welcome." He said simply, knowing there really wasn't anything else to say.
Catherine put her head back on Gil's shoulder as they continued dancing.
~~~~~~~
I feel wonderful
Because I see the love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize
How much I love you
~~~~~~~
'It's almost as if this song was written for us.' Gil thought. 'I know she doesn't know how much I care for her. Maybe it is time to start taking that next step, maybe it's time to progress this relationship into something more then friendship. But does she want to start down that road?' Gil stopped at that thought. Not knowing what Catherine felt, the unknown, is what has always stopped him from revealing his own feelings.
~~~~~~~
It's time to go home now
And I've got an aching head
So I give her the car keys
She helps me to bed
And then I tell her
As I turn out the light
I say my darling, you were wonderful tonight
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight
~~~~~~~
As the song ended Catherine slowly pulled her head off of Gil's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Gil?"
"Cath…" Grissom trailed off, was it his imagination or was Catherine face moving closer to his. No it definitely was not his imagination, she was going to kiss him.
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