Disclaimer: Not mine, well the story is, but the whole CSI thing isn't.
Spoilers: No chance. I couldn't spoil anything for most of you reading this coz I'm stuck in miserable England, suffering the agonizing wait for season 4 to start!
A/n: This is just something I wrote in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. I would say enjoy, but it's not a happy piece so that's not really appropriate. Even so please read and review.
You know what they say. 'There's no gain without pain.' Well I hurt every day. It fills me with agony to see her struggling on, alone, too proud to ask for help. But for all my pain and hers, we're not gaining anything.
Of course that's my fault. By taking that chance and gaining what I truly desire, I could end her suffering and in doing so cease my own pain.
But I'm too cowardly to take that chance. I want to reach out and touch her, hold her in my arms, more so than anything else in the world. And I know that a part of her wants to be with me too. But I also know that she's stubborn enough to deny it.
She wants to prove to the world that she's strong, strong enough to survive on her own. But she's starting to crack. She's too determined for her own good and I'm afraid it's going to kill her.
She doesn't need to prove anything to me. In my eyes she's already a goddess. I can't stand back and watch her destroy herself. It's destroying me as well. I have to put my own fears aside and save her. Protect her.
We've both been through so much pain. I think we deserve to gain something now.
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Catherine Willows sits alone in the break room. Curled up on the sofa, staring numbly into her coffee cup. Tears glisten in her eyes. Gil Grissom approaches and sits down beside her. She doesn't look up. It doesn't matter. Unspeaking, she sets her cup down on the table.
Tears are now running down her face. He wraps his arms around her tine body and she collapses against his chest. The only sound is her pain wracked sobs.
They don't need to speak. They understand each other perfectly. Whilst holding each other in their arms, the rest of the world ceases to exist. And they are secure, knowing that together they can make it all okay.
Fin.
A/n: So what did you think? I think that's the first time I've tried to write something almost entirely from Grissom's point of view. Please let me know how you thought it went.
Spoilers: No chance. I couldn't spoil anything for most of you reading this coz I'm stuck in miserable England, suffering the agonizing wait for season 4 to start!
A/n: This is just something I wrote in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. I would say enjoy, but it's not a happy piece so that's not really appropriate. Even so please read and review.
You know what they say. 'There's no gain without pain.' Well I hurt every day. It fills me with agony to see her struggling on, alone, too proud to ask for help. But for all my pain and hers, we're not gaining anything.
Of course that's my fault. By taking that chance and gaining what I truly desire, I could end her suffering and in doing so cease my own pain.
But I'm too cowardly to take that chance. I want to reach out and touch her, hold her in my arms, more so than anything else in the world. And I know that a part of her wants to be with me too. But I also know that she's stubborn enough to deny it.
She wants to prove to the world that she's strong, strong enough to survive on her own. But she's starting to crack. She's too determined for her own good and I'm afraid it's going to kill her.
She doesn't need to prove anything to me. In my eyes she's already a goddess. I can't stand back and watch her destroy herself. It's destroying me as well. I have to put my own fears aside and save her. Protect her.
We've both been through so much pain. I think we deserve to gain something now.
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Catherine Willows sits alone in the break room. Curled up on the sofa, staring numbly into her coffee cup. Tears glisten in her eyes. Gil Grissom approaches and sits down beside her. She doesn't look up. It doesn't matter. Unspeaking, she sets her cup down on the table.
Tears are now running down her face. He wraps his arms around her tine body and she collapses against his chest. The only sound is her pain wracked sobs.
They don't need to speak. They understand each other perfectly. Whilst holding each other in their arms, the rest of the world ceases to exist. And they are secure, knowing that together they can make it all okay.
Fin.
A/n: So what did you think? I think that's the first time I've tried to write something almost entirely from Grissom's point of view. Please let me know how you thought it went.