Title: Solemn Hypnotic
Author: Natalie
Summary: She was never like any other women he knew
Disclaimer: Still don't own them... you think Jerry will leave em to me in his will? As always, the Dust Jacket is mine!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gil/Catherine, as if my muse would allow anything else.
Spoilers: None
Dust Jacket: http:67.18.37.18/1131/25/upload/p3931304.jpg
A/N: This is another one of my 500 word pieces, I dunno where it came from, I just sat down and it came to me… I wanna thank teegles for brain storming with me and helping me when I hit that brick wall. Also big thanks to Phantom for being my Beta and adding her magic touch to it, so it made sense!
Thanks guys!
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She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
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It's hard to describe her. She doesn't fall into any general category. Not like most women. Most men, when they look at a woman, judge them on first glance. Hot, sexy, beautiful, damn fine.... the list is endless. Though she is all of these things, she's not. Those words are just the icing on the cake.
Like I said, she's not like other women.
She's had a tough life. I know that. I can't help but thank that bastard Eddie though. Thank the endless nights she sold herself to those disgusting pigs that call themselves men, while they put their equally disgusting hands all over her magnificently sculpted body. I can't help but thank them, as they have moulded her into the woman she is now. The woman I love more then life.
She's not like other women.
She is entirely beautiful. Not just beautiful on the outside, physically, but on the inside as well. She doesn't have to try and be beautiful, she just is. She always is. The only way I can explain it, is that she glows. She glows with feminine pride and self assured confidence, she holds the upmost respect for her body and isn't ashamed of it. She flaunts it, that strawberry blonde vixen embraces her power to seduce, but she is all charm.
She is the lioness on the prowl.
She is the most passionate woman I have ever met. I mean god help anyone that falls victim to her wrath. Though it has been bestowed upon me on many occasions, the angrier she gets, the more my desire for her peaks. Her anger filled eyes turn the deepest shades of blue, like an inner story brewing, and they flash and spark like lighting.
Her eyes, completely and utterly bewitching.
They are the clearest blue I have ever known, deep dancing pools of crystal blue liquid, that never cease to hypnotize me. I drown in them, yet I crave them. Thousands of emotions that pass through them everyday, that playful glint they get when she teases me, the sparkle they possess when she laughs. And of course that look of child like innocence's that never fails to break my heart every time she's sad.
Cases that involve young children upset her, they make her sad. I know this. I also know that after a case involving a young girl being murdered, she goes straight home. Whether her shift is finished or not, she goes home, just so she can stand there and watch her beautiful baby girl sleep. Just so she knows she's safe. So she knows her baby is alive, because she loves her beyond life itself.
I know that she wakes up crying at night, nightmares that it's her baby girl lying on the cold steal slab in the autopsy bay, and I know she wakes up screaming her name when the case becomes too much for her. But she isn't alone, she never is.
I am always right behind her.
fin