Author: Dallas
Disclaimer: CSI doesn't belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I'm dealing with it.
Rating: G
Summary: Gil explains to us why he loves Catherine Willows.
There she sits…
On my desk…
Or on my couch…
Quiet…
Almost invisible if she wants to be. I say that I was a ghost in school. Catherine, at times, is a ghost in another sense of the word. She's there when she's needed, and then she's happy to just sink back and observe. That's one thing that makes us an interesting pair. In the end, we are both observers.
"Gil?" I look up from my cooking to see her splayed out on her stomach over the armchair. Her legs are bent at the knee, her feet almost hitting her head from the way she sits.
"Why don't you sit on the couch? That looks uncomfortable."
"I'm fine." She whines a little as she speaks, meaning she doesn't want me to worry so much.
"Fine." I shrug and continue with my cooking.
"Gil?" Again I look up at her.
"Yes?"
"You didn't let me ask my question." Her bottom lip quivers, as if she's about to cry.
"Okay." I put down my knife and lean on the counter. "What's your question, Catherine?"
"What are you thinking?"
"That's it?"
"What?"
"That's your question?" I ask again. The very important question that she desperately wanted to ask me was… what are you thinking?
"So what are you thinking, Mr Grissom?" She frowns. She wants to know what I'm thinking, who am I to tell her any different?
"I'm thinking about you."
"Me?" She rests her chin on her hands and smiles. I love that about her.
When she smiles, it's like watching the sunrise. You have to make the effort though. Just like getting up early to watch the sunrise in the morning. You have to make the effort, make her laugh. Then, as though in slow motion, you see the corners of her mouth twitch. Gently the sun rises and a cheeky grin bares her front teeth. Light spreads over the land and suddenly her dark blue eyes sparkle like the ocean. Then it happens. The sun bursts into the sky. Her gleaming white teeth are on show as her whole face lights up.
"You were thinking about me?"
"I always think about you." I answer in all honesty.
It seems now that with the sun there comes an incredible shower. As the light clouds fill the blue sky her eyes begin to water. The soft rain begins but the sun remains shining. With each tear sunlight filters through. Drawing me closer to the ever-present light. Like a moth to a flame. The sun rises as she moves to sit more comfortably on her knees.
"Don't cry." I whisper as I sit down on the coffee table.
"I'm not crying." She insists as I wipe away the tears that speckle her cheeks. Her cheeks burn red...
A deep blush as the sun begins to set.
The sun kissed smile is beginning to disappear so I move forward, capturing her lips with my own. A special trick, only I know, that keeps the sun from setting. It may seem just a simple kiss, so as we pull apart my actions are followed by the words I love to say to her…
"I love you, Catherine."
Again I watch the sunrise.
