Title: Stepping In
Author: Lisa M )
Pairing: Duh ;-) Gil/Cath
Rating: PG13 - bad words
Disclaimer: Please, they are so not mine.
Spoilers: Maybe a little...but nothing to get upset over. It won't ruin the ep for you at all. (I can't remember the ep title...and I'm just too lazy to look it up. Many apologies.)
Archive: Graveyard and anywhere else that appreciates G/C stories.
Summary: What if Greg hadn't walked in on them...
A/N: This is a drabble I wrote while trying to break up my writer's block. And when I say drabble, I mean 'drabble'. It's so short it could double as Tattoo on Fantasy Island. No beta. Any errors are mine.
"Willows."
Gil smirked as Catherine turned away from him.
"Uh, why don't you hold that thought until later."
Closing her phone, Catherine cleared her throat and turned back to face Gil. He could feel the features of his face transforming into a confused expression, even though he was anything but. He could see the wheels turning in his friend's head as they sat there staring at each other.
'What should I say?'
'Should I tell him the truth?'
'How much does he already know?'
He knew these questions were circling around in her mind.
"A new...friend," she finally said. Truth, but not too much of it.
Gil felt his skin crawl.
"Congratulations," he replied, trying to keep the sarcasm from infecting his tone. He failed miserably.
When she didn't react to his obviously non-heart-felt sentiment, and remained quiet, Gil Grissom realized that he had reached his breaking point.
Catherine had dated a few men since her divorce from Ed, and it had always bothered him. Each time she met someone new, his jealousy swelled. And this time was no different. If anything, it was worse. She had started seeing this guy, this 'Chris', right after they had discussed her 'seven-month dry spell', and Gil was mad as hell.
Why hadn't she picked him? Wasn't he good enough? Attractive enough? Fun enough? Gil wasn't sure, but he'd had enough. Although, he couldn't blame her. It was his own fault, of course. He hadn't made a move either. Over the years, Catherine had given him plenty of signals that she could be interested in taking their friendship to a different level, but Gil had never acted.
That non-action had bitten him in the ass one last time.
Catherine stood and walked to the door.
"I'm gonna go see Greg. Check if he has anything for us yet." She reached out and began to pull it open, but Gil had come up behind her. He reached above her hand and pushed the door shut.
"Grissom," she said as she turned to face him. He could sense that the look on his face had startled her. "What the hell do you think you're...."
Gil bent forward, closing the slight distance between them. He didn't stop moving until his body rested lightly against hers. Reaching around her waist, he pressed the lock on the door and pulled down the shades, one at a time.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm stepping in." His voice was low, a growl.
"What?"
"Well," he whispered, his lips next to her ear. "I've been holding on to a thought for some time now." He pressed his body onto hers, making sure she could feel his growing erection. "I figured I'd run it by you. Get your opinion."
"A thought, huh?" She purred against his cheek. "Do tell."
"How about I just show you?"
The End
