It had come to a head one-day when Eddie followed him from Catherine's
front door to his car and viciously shoved him. Grissom had had enough.
He rubbed the spot on his chest where Eddie had made contact. "Eddie, if
you ever touch Catherine again, I'll kill you. I'll get away with too, Ed.
I know all the tricks and all the mistakes people make." Grissom's voice
was soft and menacing.
Eddie backed away, knowing he had pushed too far. He was suddenly afraid of Gil Grissom. He was right to be afraid. Grissom blamed him for a lot. He had years of pent-up anger and no release for it. Grissom got in his Tahoe and left. "Did I really say that?" He wondered. "Did I really mean it?"
Later that week, Grissom was processing a car used in a drive-by shooting. He was working solo. He found a twenty-two pistol and ammunition in the spare tire compartment of the trunk. All the weapons used in the drive-by were 45's or 9mm. This gun had not been used in the shooting. The serial numbers were filed off of it. It was untraceable and nobody knew he had found it. The suspects were certainly not going to inquire after it. They had enough charges against them already and they were on their way to prison. He put it in the bottom of his field kit. Later that day, he hid it in his townhouse. He knew he should throw it away. He struggled with his conscience because he knew he took it to kill Eddie. It was just a matter of time before Eddie got rough with Catherine again and he intended to make good on his threat.
It was nearly four months before Eddie screwed up. Catherine came to work with a black eye. She lied to Grissom about it. Grissom caught up with Eddie outside a bar. "I meant it, Eddie. You are going to be out of our life."
"Come on, Gil. Take your best shot." Eddie drunkenly sneered back at him.
"Oh, not here, not now. You aren't gonna know when it's coming. I am a patient man." Grissom calmly smiled and walked away.
"Bullshit, you ain't got the balls to do anything to me!" Eddie called out after him.
Grissom didn't sleep for three days. He got a migraine and his hearing went out on him repeatedly. One part of his mind raged at him that he couldn't do this. It was wrong and it went against everything he represented. Another part told him to "get rid of the bastard. He's worthless. He's an asshole. The world will be a better place without Eddie bumbling about in his seedy, pathetic excuse of a life. Catherine deserves a good love and Lindsey deserves a respectable father. Catherine is never gonna marry you. You'll never live the life you want to as long as Eddie is constantly causing problems."
Eddie backed away, knowing he had pushed too far. He was suddenly afraid of Gil Grissom. He was right to be afraid. Grissom blamed him for a lot. He had years of pent-up anger and no release for it. Grissom got in his Tahoe and left. "Did I really say that?" He wondered. "Did I really mean it?"
Later that week, Grissom was processing a car used in a drive-by shooting. He was working solo. He found a twenty-two pistol and ammunition in the spare tire compartment of the trunk. All the weapons used in the drive-by were 45's or 9mm. This gun had not been used in the shooting. The serial numbers were filed off of it. It was untraceable and nobody knew he had found it. The suspects were certainly not going to inquire after it. They had enough charges against them already and they were on their way to prison. He put it in the bottom of his field kit. Later that day, he hid it in his townhouse. He knew he should throw it away. He struggled with his conscience because he knew he took it to kill Eddie. It was just a matter of time before Eddie got rough with Catherine again and he intended to make good on his threat.
It was nearly four months before Eddie screwed up. Catherine came to work with a black eye. She lied to Grissom about it. Grissom caught up with Eddie outside a bar. "I meant it, Eddie. You are going to be out of our life."
"Come on, Gil. Take your best shot." Eddie drunkenly sneered back at him.
"Oh, not here, not now. You aren't gonna know when it's coming. I am a patient man." Grissom calmly smiled and walked away.
"Bullshit, you ain't got the balls to do anything to me!" Eddie called out after him.
Grissom didn't sleep for three days. He got a migraine and his hearing went out on him repeatedly. One part of his mind raged at him that he couldn't do this. It was wrong and it went against everything he represented. Another part told him to "get rid of the bastard. He's worthless. He's an asshole. The world will be a better place without Eddie bumbling about in his seedy, pathetic excuse of a life. Catherine deserves a good love and Lindsey deserves a respectable father. Catherine is never gonna marry you. You'll never live the life you want to as long as Eddie is constantly causing problems."