A/N: Short chapter here. Writer's block.
As Sara stomped out of Grissom's office, she nearly knocked Nick and Warrick off their feet.
'Whoa, cowgirl, where's the fire?' Nick said as he caught hold of Sara to steady her.
'I just can't stand how Grissom is treating Catherine. Ok, so he made a mistake. Now why can't he just be there for her when he so obviously wants to? All he has to do is to apologise and I'm sure Catherine would welcome him back with open arms.'
'Can't answer that Sara, but I do know this though. After knowing about the baby, you live on a different level, become aware of things- of feelings - you'd never realized were floating around before. That was what I experienced when Tanya told me about Chris. Perhaps Gris is just having some conflicting feelings regarding the baby.' Warrick answered.
'Maybe he is still feeling guilty for even asking Cath to abort the baby. Maybe he thinks that she doesn't want him around anymore, you know?' Nick added his thoughts on the matter, clearly concerned.
'Yeah. But the least he could do is admit that. He keeps telling people that he is happy with how things are right now. Giving all that crap about this being better for the two of them, my foot!' Sara continued.
'For a man who is happy, he's sure giving an excellent imitation of one who's being eaten up inside. Let's hope he gets a grip on his feelings before she gives up hope.' Nick observed as they all shook their heads helplessly. They had such great hopes for the couple, who had come a long way before finally getting together, only to be cruelly torn apart.
Meanwhile, Catherine had just seen Lindsey off to school when her head started pounding, making it difficult to think. Her right arm was numb. She tried shaking it, thinking it was asleep, but she couldn't feel it tingle. Couldn't feel anything at all. She managed to walk over to the couch before she lost her peripheral vision. The pain in her head had reached a crescendo and she didn't think she could take much more. At this precise moment, death would be a welcome alternative.
As Sara stomped out of Grissom's office, she nearly knocked Nick and Warrick off their feet.
'Whoa, cowgirl, where's the fire?' Nick said as he caught hold of Sara to steady her.
'I just can't stand how Grissom is treating Catherine. Ok, so he made a mistake. Now why can't he just be there for her when he so obviously wants to? All he has to do is to apologise and I'm sure Catherine would welcome him back with open arms.'
'Can't answer that Sara, but I do know this though. After knowing about the baby, you live on a different level, become aware of things- of feelings - you'd never realized were floating around before. That was what I experienced when Tanya told me about Chris. Perhaps Gris is just having some conflicting feelings regarding the baby.' Warrick answered.
'Maybe he is still feeling guilty for even asking Cath to abort the baby. Maybe he thinks that she doesn't want him around anymore, you know?' Nick added his thoughts on the matter, clearly concerned.
'Yeah. But the least he could do is admit that. He keeps telling people that he is happy with how things are right now. Giving all that crap about this being better for the two of them, my foot!' Sara continued.
'For a man who is happy, he's sure giving an excellent imitation of one who's being eaten up inside. Let's hope he gets a grip on his feelings before she gives up hope.' Nick observed as they all shook their heads helplessly. They had such great hopes for the couple, who had come a long way before finally getting together, only to be cruelly torn apart.
Meanwhile, Catherine had just seen Lindsey off to school when her head started pounding, making it difficult to think. Her right arm was numb. She tried shaking it, thinking it was asleep, but she couldn't feel it tingle. Couldn't feel anything at all. She managed to walk over to the couch before she lost her peripheral vision. The pain in her head had reached a crescendo and she didn't think she could take much more. At this precise moment, death would be a welcome alternative.