Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
It had been about an hour since Grissom had been told that there was sexual tension between him and Catherine.
It had been 45 minutes since shift had ended and for the last five minutes someone had been knocking on the door of his office.
He hadn't noticed the knocking yet, he had been in a daze.
"Come in." He said loudly and Catherine opened the door. Silently he gulped to himself. He didn't think he was ready to face her.
"My car wont start and I saw that yours was still here. Can you give me a ride?" She asked sitting in the seat across from him.
"Oh, um sure."
He gathered up his stuff and they walked out to his car.
"So, what'd the analyzer say? I assume something about Greg…" Grissom chuckled at how she said 'I assume something about Greg…' it was sarcasm mixed with kindness. It was like she was talking about a victim who had done something stupid that lead to a crime.
"Yes that. And yeah. That's all." Why hadn't he told her? They would probably have a good laugh over it later. Besides she probably didn't feel the same way. Maybe those were his reasons for not telling her. He was quite confused at the moment.
"Gris," She started, "The analyzer talked to me too."
She knew.
TBC