A/N: Thanks to Mac for the 'Character Birthdays' post a while back. I didn't realise how much I had written so I made this chapter shorter - Maybe too short, (you'll understand when you get to the end ;) ). Please R+R and make me eternally grateful :D
Previously:
The journey started and the blazing sun was just a bit too hot for Grissom. He wound both his and Catherine's windows down and enjoyed the breeze whirling round inside the vehicle. He turned to Catherine when he heard her smack her lips together continuously in little movements of her lips.
"Got any sucky sweets, Gris?" She asked hopefully, craving some flavour in her mouth. She reached for the glove compartment before he could give her an answer. When her hand got hold of the handle, Grissom reached for it and held it back gently, his palm to the back of her hand. Never taking it off hers he leaned back in his seat whilst saying,
"Uh... you don't want to do that Catherine."
Chapter 7 - The Weird and Wonderful
May 8th - 1:20pm
Grissom's SUV
Catherine withdrew her hand from Grissom's and turned to face him. Eyes wide with confusion they slowly looked to the compartment then quickly back to Grissom. At her silent request, he offered an explanation.
"I... uh... I have... there's something in there for you," he lied. But then he saw Catherine's face light up with child-like excitement and enthusiasm.
"Really?" she asked in an intrigued tone and an enormous grin on her face. "My birthday isn't until next march, Grissom. Or is this a late one?"
"Who said it was a birthday present, Catherine?"
Grissom was getting himself deeper into this false situation. Maybe he should have bought Catherine a gift anyway -she didn't have to be there with him, but she was. There was *no* chance he would show Catherine what he really kept for himself inside the glove compartment. Apart from his total embarrassment, she would probably think he is weirder than she already thinks he is.
2:05pm
Catherine was beginning to get restless. Her legs and back were in great need of a stretch and Grissom's tedious driving was making her insane. He noticed Catherine's constant fidgeting and was about to ask her what was wrong, when Catherine got her words in first.
"You still hungry?"
"Yeh."
"You know... I could probably get us there faster."
Her sarcastic comment made him turn to her, and he saw her raised eyebrows and slightly open mouth, forming the cheekily innocent look.
He didn't stop the car but pushed his foot firmer onto the accelerator.
"This is peer pressure, Catherine. You were mocking me."
Catherine gave a little chuckle and turned to look out of the window, removing her sunglasses in order to observe her surroundings gratefully without the restriction of a darkened landscape. Ten minutes later she had noticed that, once again, Grissom's speed had decreased.
"Stop the car, Grissom!" she almost yelled, forming a panicked look on her face.
He shot a look at her and immediately slammed on the breaks of the SUV on the deserted road, noticing her anxious expression.
As soon as the vehicle was still, Catherine leapt out, ran to the side of the road with her back to the SUV so that Grissom wouldn't see her face when he followed. Hearing the driver's door open Catherine smiled to herself, but as soon as Grissom appeared in front of her, the smile twisted into a worried expression. He stood opposite her and placed one hand on her head, stroking it down her hair to finally rest on her shoulder. She tipped her head down to hide her smile. He cared for her so much; she knew he would follow.
"What is it, Catherine?" He was worried; he couldn't see her expression clearly.
As soon as he asked this, Catherine looked up at him suddenly, her face beaming and, in a flash she turned and was away, running towards the driver's door.
Grissom had anticipated her move however, just after he saw her mischievous grin, and he chased after her. Grabbing her around the middle with one arm just as she reached the SUV he lifted her off the ground, hearing her cry out with laughter as he did.
"Oh no you don't, Catherine. My SUV, my destination, my reunion, my driving."
Catherine was trying to release herself from his surprisingly powerful grip as she replied,
"Ugh! My nine year old daughter drives faster than you, Gil."
"I'm driving, Catherine." He said, still with her back against his chest and choosing to ignore the offensive comment Catherine just made, considering Lindsey has never driven a car before in her life.
"If you drive, I'm looking at what special gift you've got hidden away in there."
She knew she had him when she felt Grissom's grip around her middle ease and her feet touch the floor. He spun her around to face him, no contact between them now. She looked up at him, squinting in the sunlight.
"Are you bribing me, Ms. Willows?"
She responded quickly in a deep voice, taking a step forward.
"This mouth can perform some weird and wonderful tasks when I want it to."
He saw the corners of her mouth lift and her eyes glance from his own, down his body, then back up to meet him, glistening in the sunlight.
A quiet stillness enveloped the two co-workers. 'Co-workers' - a word that was ringing through both of their minds at this precise moment. Neither noticed the silence that had surrounded them considering the thoughts in their own minds were screaming volumes into their ears. Their bodies were getting closer, though neither could tell who was moving. Both were waiting, still moving closer, but waiting... closer...
* * * * *
Well, this part came a lot sooner than I thought it would. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please review - you know how helpful and encouraging I find them. Stay tuned for part 8. - Cath
Previously:
The journey started and the blazing sun was just a bit too hot for Grissom. He wound both his and Catherine's windows down and enjoyed the breeze whirling round inside the vehicle. He turned to Catherine when he heard her smack her lips together continuously in little movements of her lips.
"Got any sucky sweets, Gris?" She asked hopefully, craving some flavour in her mouth. She reached for the glove compartment before he could give her an answer. When her hand got hold of the handle, Grissom reached for it and held it back gently, his palm to the back of her hand. Never taking it off hers he leaned back in his seat whilst saying,
"Uh... you don't want to do that Catherine."
Chapter 7 - The Weird and Wonderful
May 8th - 1:20pm
Grissom's SUV
Catherine withdrew her hand from Grissom's and turned to face him. Eyes wide with confusion they slowly looked to the compartment then quickly back to Grissom. At her silent request, he offered an explanation.
"I... uh... I have... there's something in there for you," he lied. But then he saw Catherine's face light up with child-like excitement and enthusiasm.
"Really?" she asked in an intrigued tone and an enormous grin on her face. "My birthday isn't until next march, Grissom. Or is this a late one?"
"Who said it was a birthday present, Catherine?"
Grissom was getting himself deeper into this false situation. Maybe he should have bought Catherine a gift anyway -she didn't have to be there with him, but she was. There was *no* chance he would show Catherine what he really kept for himself inside the glove compartment. Apart from his total embarrassment, she would probably think he is weirder than she already thinks he is.
2:05pm
Catherine was beginning to get restless. Her legs and back were in great need of a stretch and Grissom's tedious driving was making her insane. He noticed Catherine's constant fidgeting and was about to ask her what was wrong, when Catherine got her words in first.
"You still hungry?"
"Yeh."
"You know... I could probably get us there faster."
Her sarcastic comment made him turn to her, and he saw her raised eyebrows and slightly open mouth, forming the cheekily innocent look.
He didn't stop the car but pushed his foot firmer onto the accelerator.
"This is peer pressure, Catherine. You were mocking me."
Catherine gave a little chuckle and turned to look out of the window, removing her sunglasses in order to observe her surroundings gratefully without the restriction of a darkened landscape. Ten minutes later she had noticed that, once again, Grissom's speed had decreased.
"Stop the car, Grissom!" she almost yelled, forming a panicked look on her face.
He shot a look at her and immediately slammed on the breaks of the SUV on the deserted road, noticing her anxious expression.
As soon as the vehicle was still, Catherine leapt out, ran to the side of the road with her back to the SUV so that Grissom wouldn't see her face when he followed. Hearing the driver's door open Catherine smiled to herself, but as soon as Grissom appeared in front of her, the smile twisted into a worried expression. He stood opposite her and placed one hand on her head, stroking it down her hair to finally rest on her shoulder. She tipped her head down to hide her smile. He cared for her so much; she knew he would follow.
"What is it, Catherine?" He was worried; he couldn't see her expression clearly.
As soon as he asked this, Catherine looked up at him suddenly, her face beaming and, in a flash she turned and was away, running towards the driver's door.
Grissom had anticipated her move however, just after he saw her mischievous grin, and he chased after her. Grabbing her around the middle with one arm just as she reached the SUV he lifted her off the ground, hearing her cry out with laughter as he did.
"Oh no you don't, Catherine. My SUV, my destination, my reunion, my driving."
Catherine was trying to release herself from his surprisingly powerful grip as she replied,
"Ugh! My nine year old daughter drives faster than you, Gil."
"I'm driving, Catherine." He said, still with her back against his chest and choosing to ignore the offensive comment Catherine just made, considering Lindsey has never driven a car before in her life.
"If you drive, I'm looking at what special gift you've got hidden away in there."
She knew she had him when she felt Grissom's grip around her middle ease and her feet touch the floor. He spun her around to face him, no contact between them now. She looked up at him, squinting in the sunlight.
"Are you bribing me, Ms. Willows?"
She responded quickly in a deep voice, taking a step forward.
"This mouth can perform some weird and wonderful tasks when I want it to."
He saw the corners of her mouth lift and her eyes glance from his own, down his body, then back up to meet him, glistening in the sunlight.
A quiet stillness enveloped the two co-workers. 'Co-workers' - a word that was ringing through both of their minds at this precise moment. Neither noticed the silence that had surrounded them considering the thoughts in their own minds were screaming volumes into their ears. Their bodies were getting closer, though neither could tell who was moving. Both were waiting, still moving closer, but waiting... closer...
* * * * *
Well, this part came a lot sooner than I thought it would. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please review - you know how helpful and encouraging I find them. Stay tuned for part 8. - Cath