Trauma
Don't own CSI or any characters, but if anyone wants to give them to me, I won't object.
Spoilers: Don't think so
Rating R
I have no beta, please forgive any mistakes. PLEASE R&R
Chapter 6
Grissom had padded out into Sara's room, bare-footed and towel-drying his hair still wet from his shower.
"What makes you think we were talking about your egotistical self?" Catherine asked with a grin.
"What else would two beautiful women be talking about?" he grinned back, dropping the towel to his side, exposing his tousled curls and clear blue eyes. Catherine rolled her eyes and Sara caught her breath. DAMN! Even in her damaged state of mind, he still looked good.
The orderly chose that moment to bring in Sara's dinner tray.
"Cath, please take Griss down to the cafeteria and MAKE him eat something. He can't keep taking all those pain meds on an empty stomach."
"No problem, you need anything else?" Catherine asked as Grissom pulled on his socks and shoes. He grimaced as he bent down to tie them.
"Well, did you happen to bring an extra pair of socks? My feet are freezing!"
"Yeah, their still in the bag, let me get them." Catherine rummaged through Griss' duffle bag until she found the wayward things at the bottom.
"Socks?" thought Grissom. That would mean she was in my sock drawer. That would mean she saw...oh shit.
Catherine smiled to herself when she saw the realization dawn in Gil's eyes. As she walked pass him to the door, she whispered, "Yes, I saw it. You have some explaining to do."
"We'll be right back. If you need anything, just buzz the nurse or call my cell," he squeezed Sara's hand, then turned on his heel and followed the smirking blonde out the door.
They had gotten their food and coffee and found a table away from the other patrons so that they could talk privately. Catherine decided to make Gil sweat, and didn't bring up the subject she knew he wanted to talk about until they were halfway through their dessert.
""When was it taken?"
He knew what she meant. "Six years ago in San Francisco. It was one of those restaurants where they have a photographer go around taking pictures, then charge an arm and a leg for it." He smiled to himself at the memory.
"You both look so happy. You look like you were good friends."
"We were more than friends."
At Catherine's stunned look and almost inaudible "oh", Grissom realized how that must have sounded. "No, Catherine, we weren't... didn't... I've never even kissed her."
"Does she know?"
"That I've never kissed her? Yea, I think she knows."
"No, Gil. Does she know that you want to?"
He sighed deeply and hung his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table. " What difference does that make now? She won't want me. Not considering what I didn't do the other night. When she needed me most."
"Gil, we have been friends for a very long time. So I hope you realize that I love you when I say... You are an ass."
"Gee Cath, how could I not feel the love in that statement."
"Gil, you love her. I think she feels the same. You are going to need to lean on each other to get through this ordeal. If you are both half as strong as I think you are, you will make it through. But you have to be there for each other. Let's face it, neither one of you are very good at admitting you need someone. You may have to open up first. Do you think you can do that?"
"For Sara, I can do anything."
As they rounded the corner of the nurse's station by Sara's room, they heard her voice.
"STOP IT! You are hurting me!"
Grissom broke into a run.
