TITLE: Value
AUTHOR: Gomey (grissomsgnome@yahoo.com)
ARCHIVE: Anywhere . . . just let me know, so I can brag. Heheh. J/K
TYPE: GCR (what else?)
RATING: R (some sexual themes)
SPOILERS: *shrugs* I guess . . .
DISCLAIMER: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY: Catherine worries over a rather distracted Grissom.
NOTES: Thanks for the feedback! You guys rock!
----------Value - Part Five----------
Sara sat idly on the couch and waited. She glanced at her surroundings, observing the general sense of bleakness that engulfed the room. But that was Gil - save for a few familiar bugs and jars, the room was void of any personal touch.
Just then, Catherine breezed into the office, almost running towards the paper-shredder and seemingly ignoring Sara's presence.
"Hey." Sara made herself known.
Catherine spun around. "Oh, hey." The loud snap of latex echoed through the office.
"Where's the boss?" Sara asked, perplexed as to why the senior CSI would be rifling through their supervisor's trash.
"I sent him home." Catherine replied casually, trying desperately to retrieve every piece of the infamous paper that had since haunted her every thought. She picked up the last strand; cut finely into pieces about half and inch horizontally. She tried her best not to crumple the "evidence" - she needed to know who he was with, despite it shattering her heart. «Closure . . ."» She tried to give herself a valid reason for her newest project, bordering on obsession.
"Sent him home? You actually managed to pry Grissom away from his work?" Sara asked, impressed with a slight undertone of envy. She still harbored feelings for the man, and a pang of jealous always seemed to strike whenever Catherine was close. He wouldn't admit it, but she knew that Gil favoured the strawberry-blond. She vehemently denied the unspoken bond the two senior CSIs shared, but was slowly coming to terms with the fact that Catherine owned Gil's heart - whether or not she was conscious of such possession. "Why did you send him home?"
"He was feeling sick." Catherine blurted out. She began to exit the room with the pile of paper. "Move." She order Sara to get out of the way.
Sara side-stepped. "Geez." She began to follow Catherine, curious as to what she was up to.
"Do you need something?" Catherine asked professionally. "How was your case?"
Sara pointed vaguely to the interrogation room. "Copped out. Done and finished." She yanked a piece of paper from Catherine's bundle. "They're all blank."
"Sara!" Catherine said, snatching the piece back. "You're not wearing gloves! Dammit! Doesn't anyone follow protocol?" She barked, barging in to the darkened lab.
Sara scowled and followed close behind. She was bored and paper work wasn't exactly quite as endearing as annoying Catherine. She grinned.
"Greg?" Catherine called out. She spotted a blue light glowing near the back of the lab. "Greg." Catherine said in a demanding tone.
"Yes ma'am!" Greg stood up and mock saluted Catherine. "Just checking for some trace blood in another case." He offered, pointing to the glasses, ALS and luminol spray. The rowdy one looked at the senior CSI and noted a small trace of distress hugging her features. "Everything alright?" He asked, taking off his glasses.
"Besides it being that time of the month." Sara muttered, fiddling with the microscope.
"Really?" Greg laughed, flashing the blue light towards Catherine's genital area.
"Greg!" Catherine reprimanded but chuckled at his childlike behaviour. Their world, the world of corpses and crimes was a tough one, and she always embraced Greg's way of giving their work a human side. His antics were much needed and welcomed, even by Gil who, despite clearly being amused at times, would never concede to such pleasure.
"C'mon, I can prove Sara wrong." He said, approaching her.
Catherine raised her eyebrow, daring the younger man to take a step forward. She tried to shield herself with the papers and gasped when they fell under the blue light. "Woah!" She paused then walked to the table. Clearing some room, she gently laid the papers and straightened them out. "Put the light back on." She told Greg.
"Looks like there's something written . . . in blood?" Greg looked up.
"Are you sure?" Sara asked.
Greg swabbed a piece of the paper and put it under the microscope. "There's traces of Luminol and obviously it's reacting with the iron in the blood."
Catherine looked at both CSIs. "Um, do you mind giving me a moment."
Sara crossed her arms over her chest. "It's not even your paper - you took it out of Grissom's garbage."
"True, but I'm supervisor during Gil's absence, and I say out." She stood her ground, and watched as intimidation finally won over the other two investigators. Keeping the ALS suspended from above, she started straightening out all the pieces of paper and began to fit the puzzle together. Something was obviously written to Gil - something that he nor the writer wanted anyone else to see. «Well this is much better.» Catherine thought to herself. «Here I was looking for a fingerprint. . . »
About a half-hour later, she finally fit all of the pieces in their rightful spot and began deciphering the cryptic note.
A puddle of a being
Can go unseen
Lies can become true
Fear for what you value
Catherine put her hand to her mouth. He was being blackmailed. «What he values the most. . . » She thought, then her eyes grew wide. "The lab." She had stuck the note together and placed a posted-note of the message on the top. She had to get to Gil, but first she had to evacuate everyone from the lab. She pushed open the doors, almost colliding with Greg and Sara. "Out of the building!" She yelled.
Sara grabbed hold of her arms. "What's wrong?"
"We have to evacuate! Trust me, this play could blow." Catherine stopped. "Sara, you're in charge of safety right now, so get everyone out. I have to go talk to Gil."
Sara nodded and grabbed Greg by the arm, heading towards security and the intercom. Along the way, they yelled out commands and people began scrambling towards the exits.
Catherine hurried out the door and ran to her Tahoe. Jumping in, she keyed the ignition and sped towards the well-known townhouse. "C'mon, c'mon!" She drummed anxiously on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change. She glanced at the note then back to the light. «Why didn't you tell me, Gil?» She sighed, fearing that they had been slowly drifting further and further away, and the note, glaring back at her with a devilled grin confirmed her consternation. She pulled up in his driveway, and ran to his door, pocketing her keys. She knocked and waited. Shuffling could be heard inside. "Gil!" She banged on the door. "Gil, open up - it's important!"
"Cath, go away." Gil said rather harshly.
She took a step back from the door, fright etched across her faces. She grinded her teeth. "No, no I will not go! Gil, you open this door right now!" Catherine ordered, anger slowly building up.
"Catherine, go home." She heard him repeat her earlier words of wisdom.
She let out a sigh of disgust. She fingered the key in her pocket. "Screw you, Gil." She muttered as she opened the door. She walked towards the living room, not bothering to close the door behind her. "Gil. . ." She whispered, seeing him sitting on the couch, a cut above his left eye, bruised lip which was adorned with a small amount of blood and his shirt had two slash marks, both barely covering red gashes.
"You shouldn't have come. . ." He said, looking behind her.
She straightened upon hearing the door close. Panicked eyes met those of a sorrowful blue.
"I'm so sorry." She heard him whisper.
—TBC—
AUTHOR: Gomey (grissomsgnome@yahoo.com)
ARCHIVE: Anywhere . . . just let me know, so I can brag. Heheh. J/K
TYPE: GCR (what else?)
RATING: R (some sexual themes)
SPOILERS: *shrugs* I guess . . .
DISCLAIMER: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY: Catherine worries over a rather distracted Grissom.
NOTES: Thanks for the feedback! You guys rock!
----------Value - Part Five----------
Sara sat idly on the couch and waited. She glanced at her surroundings, observing the general sense of bleakness that engulfed the room. But that was Gil - save for a few familiar bugs and jars, the room was void of any personal touch.
Just then, Catherine breezed into the office, almost running towards the paper-shredder and seemingly ignoring Sara's presence.
"Hey." Sara made herself known.
Catherine spun around. "Oh, hey." The loud snap of latex echoed through the office.
"Where's the boss?" Sara asked, perplexed as to why the senior CSI would be rifling through their supervisor's trash.
"I sent him home." Catherine replied casually, trying desperately to retrieve every piece of the infamous paper that had since haunted her every thought. She picked up the last strand; cut finely into pieces about half and inch horizontally. She tried her best not to crumple the "evidence" - she needed to know who he was with, despite it shattering her heart. «Closure . . ."» She tried to give herself a valid reason for her newest project, bordering on obsession.
"Sent him home? You actually managed to pry Grissom away from his work?" Sara asked, impressed with a slight undertone of envy. She still harbored feelings for the man, and a pang of jealous always seemed to strike whenever Catherine was close. He wouldn't admit it, but she knew that Gil favoured the strawberry-blond. She vehemently denied the unspoken bond the two senior CSIs shared, but was slowly coming to terms with the fact that Catherine owned Gil's heart - whether or not she was conscious of such possession. "Why did you send him home?"
"He was feeling sick." Catherine blurted out. She began to exit the room with the pile of paper. "Move." She order Sara to get out of the way.
Sara side-stepped. "Geez." She began to follow Catherine, curious as to what she was up to.
"Do you need something?" Catherine asked professionally. "How was your case?"
Sara pointed vaguely to the interrogation room. "Copped out. Done and finished." She yanked a piece of paper from Catherine's bundle. "They're all blank."
"Sara!" Catherine said, snatching the piece back. "You're not wearing gloves! Dammit! Doesn't anyone follow protocol?" She barked, barging in to the darkened lab.
Sara scowled and followed close behind. She was bored and paper work wasn't exactly quite as endearing as annoying Catherine. She grinned.
"Greg?" Catherine called out. She spotted a blue light glowing near the back of the lab. "Greg." Catherine said in a demanding tone.
"Yes ma'am!" Greg stood up and mock saluted Catherine. "Just checking for some trace blood in another case." He offered, pointing to the glasses, ALS and luminol spray. The rowdy one looked at the senior CSI and noted a small trace of distress hugging her features. "Everything alright?" He asked, taking off his glasses.
"Besides it being that time of the month." Sara muttered, fiddling with the microscope.
"Really?" Greg laughed, flashing the blue light towards Catherine's genital area.
"Greg!" Catherine reprimanded but chuckled at his childlike behaviour. Their world, the world of corpses and crimes was a tough one, and she always embraced Greg's way of giving their work a human side. His antics were much needed and welcomed, even by Gil who, despite clearly being amused at times, would never concede to such pleasure.
"C'mon, I can prove Sara wrong." He said, approaching her.
Catherine raised her eyebrow, daring the younger man to take a step forward. She tried to shield herself with the papers and gasped when they fell under the blue light. "Woah!" She paused then walked to the table. Clearing some room, she gently laid the papers and straightened them out. "Put the light back on." She told Greg.
"Looks like there's something written . . . in blood?" Greg looked up.
"Are you sure?" Sara asked.
Greg swabbed a piece of the paper and put it under the microscope. "There's traces of Luminol and obviously it's reacting with the iron in the blood."
Catherine looked at both CSIs. "Um, do you mind giving me a moment."
Sara crossed her arms over her chest. "It's not even your paper - you took it out of Grissom's garbage."
"True, but I'm supervisor during Gil's absence, and I say out." She stood her ground, and watched as intimidation finally won over the other two investigators. Keeping the ALS suspended from above, she started straightening out all the pieces of paper and began to fit the puzzle together. Something was obviously written to Gil - something that he nor the writer wanted anyone else to see. «Well this is much better.» Catherine thought to herself. «Here I was looking for a fingerprint. . . »
About a half-hour later, she finally fit all of the pieces in their rightful spot and began deciphering the cryptic note.
A puddle of a being
Can go unseen
Lies can become true
Fear for what you value
Catherine put her hand to her mouth. He was being blackmailed. «What he values the most. . . » She thought, then her eyes grew wide. "The lab." She had stuck the note together and placed a posted-note of the message on the top. She had to get to Gil, but first she had to evacuate everyone from the lab. She pushed open the doors, almost colliding with Greg and Sara. "Out of the building!" She yelled.
Sara grabbed hold of her arms. "What's wrong?"
"We have to evacuate! Trust me, this play could blow." Catherine stopped. "Sara, you're in charge of safety right now, so get everyone out. I have to go talk to Gil."
Sara nodded and grabbed Greg by the arm, heading towards security and the intercom. Along the way, they yelled out commands and people began scrambling towards the exits.
Catherine hurried out the door and ran to her Tahoe. Jumping in, she keyed the ignition and sped towards the well-known townhouse. "C'mon, c'mon!" She drummed anxiously on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change. She glanced at the note then back to the light. «Why didn't you tell me, Gil?» She sighed, fearing that they had been slowly drifting further and further away, and the note, glaring back at her with a devilled grin confirmed her consternation. She pulled up in his driveway, and ran to his door, pocketing her keys. She knocked and waited. Shuffling could be heard inside. "Gil!" She banged on the door. "Gil, open up - it's important!"
"Cath, go away." Gil said rather harshly.
She took a step back from the door, fright etched across her faces. She grinded her teeth. "No, no I will not go! Gil, you open this door right now!" Catherine ordered, anger slowly building up.
"Catherine, go home." She heard him repeat her earlier words of wisdom.
She let out a sigh of disgust. She fingered the key in her pocket. "Screw you, Gil." She muttered as she opened the door. She walked towards the living room, not bothering to close the door behind her. "Gil. . ." She whispered, seeing him sitting on the couch, a cut above his left eye, bruised lip which was adorned with a small amount of blood and his shirt had two slash marks, both barely covering red gashes.
"You shouldn't have come. . ." He said, looking behind her.
She straightened upon hearing the door close. Panicked eyes met those of a sorrowful blue.
"I'm so sorry." She heard him whisper.
—TBC—