Disclaimer: blah blah blah, I don't own CSI. Neither do you, too bad, so sad, get over it.
A/N: This chap is gonna be tough to write, so hopefully it isn't complete bollocks.
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Grissom stared straight at Lindsey, shocked at what she had said. "Lindsey, that's nothing to joke about. Are you positive? We don't want to jump to conclusions…"
Lindsey looked up, locking eyes with Grissom. " I saw a card, I didn't understand it, but the way she explained it, I'm sure of it."
Grissom thought for a minute, "card? What card?"
Lindsey squinted her eyes, trying to remember exactly what it said. " it said something like, "I'm sorry they didn't get your guy, but thanks for getting mine", I asked who it was from, she said it was from a girl whose case she solved. I asked what kind of case, and she said it was a rape case, then changed the subject. She hasn't brought it up again, I think she thinks I forgot."
Grissom's brow furrowed, Catherine had always been a little uneasy on rape cases, but he had always chalked it up to hormones, he had never been good at understanding women. "Lindsey, was the girl's name Aeryn MacWilliams? She was the last rape case Cath… I mean, your mom, was assigned to. But you do know that that card could have meant anything, I mean, it doesn't really raise any red flags."
Lindsey rolled her eyes, even at twelve years old, she knew that sometimes, men were a bit slow on the uptake. "Mr. Grissom, the card said, "I'm sorry they didn't get your guy." It screams that the same thing happened to my mom! But to answer your question, yes, that was her name, I remember because it's so unusual. Mr. Grissom, I know that you are my mom's friend, but you have to believe me, I'm positive."
Outside, Greg's mouth nearly hit the floor, he'd been right behind Lindsey on the way to Grissom's office. He figured she was just going to say hi, but when he overheard what she was saying, he couldn't help but listen. "Holy crap." He thought to himself. "What if Lindsey's right? Catherine is always so cool and collected, why would she keep something like this a secret?"
Grissom looked at Lindsey again, almost expecting her to yell, "kidding!" But he had no such luck. She just kept staring at him with those eyes, Catherine's eyes.
Lindsey finally broke the silence, "Mr. Grissom, do you think my mom will be mad at me for this? I just don't want her to be sad. All she does lately is sleep, I just want her to be mom again."
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Several hours later, Catherine was in the break room; she had needed to get some evidence to the lab. While she waited for the results, she had decided to get a cup of coffee. She noticed Greg had brewed a pot of his famous Blue Hawaiian, so she decided to help herself to a bit. Sure Greg would hit the roof, but he'd get over it.
Behind her, a door creaked open, she turned around, and speak of the devil, Greg walked in, he poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to Catherine, she noticed how white his face was, like he'd seen a ghost. It worried Catherine for a second.
"Is that my coffee?" Greg asked, his eyes wide.
"Oh, yeah, it's good." Catherine looked straight at Greg.
"Yeah, good." Greg had a pained look on his face. He turned on his heel and walked out. That was unlike him, he was sensitive about his coffee, it was expensive, after all.
Catherine rose from her chair, and downing the last of her coffee lay down on the couch, she knew that caffeine would keep her awake, but there was no harm in resting. Lindsey was playing around somewhere with Sara, apparently Sara'd gotten some new computer game, she had always been good at keeping Lindsey occupied. Contrary to popular belief, Catherine had always believed Sara would be a good mother.
Grissom left his office to go and find Catherine, he'd seen her walk by earlier, but he had needed more time to reflect on what Lindsey had told him. He was scared to ask Catherine about it, after all, if it turned out to be a big misunderstanding, he would be the one who looked like an idiot.
He walked slowly from his office, he knew she had taken samples to the lab, she was probably waiting for the results in the break room. He made his way there, running over what he needed to say in his mind. He finally reached the break room, it had felt like walking the green mile, a slow walk leading to certain death. He looked in the window, Catherine was indeed inside, lying down on the couch, not asleep, her eyes were open. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Catherine, we need to talk, it's… important." Grissom's voice was shaky, like he was about to cry.
Catherine sat up, using her elbows to prop herself up, "sure Gil, problem?" Grissom studied her face, she was obviously thinking about something.
"Actually, yes. I don't know where to begin, really… I never thought I'd be in this position. I spoke to your daughter, Lindsey told me that she had some… Suspicions, about you." Grissom's every word was calculated.
Catherine interrupted, "wait… You talked to Lindsey? What did she say?"
Grissom wiped his forehead, "I was just getting to that. She told me about something she saw, a card, from that 16-year-old rape victim, Aeryn MacWilliams. She was very disturbed, very worried. She told me that the card, to quote her directly, "screams that the same thing happened to my mom." And from everything she told me, I'm inclined to agree. Catherine, is there anything you want to tell me?"
Catherine sighed. It was all catching up with her, but then again, it had only been a matter of time. She put her head in her hands. "Would you think any less of me if I said yes?" She felt a tear roll down her cheek and hit her jeans, leaving a mark on the fabric.
Grissom leaned over and put his hand on her shoulder, "Catherine, I respect you, both as a colleague, and as a friend. Whatever you say will not alter my feelings about you at all. You can trust me."
Catherine looked up at him. He noticed her eyes again, they were just like Lindsey's, bright, but sad at the same time. She opened and closed her mouth several times before finally speaking, as if she couldn't find the right words. "Alright, I didn't think I'd talk about this for a long time. In some ways, I guess I was right. This story is hard to tell, so… Bear with me. It was a long time ago, I was 19…"
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A/N: Huzzah for cliffhangers! I lowered the rating here, I decided that I would leave descriptions minimal. R&R ASAP, this will definitely be continuing, but I want feedback all the same.