Rating:CSI-1, pg

Notes: Sorry so short. I am actually going to keep going after this
chapter. Try something different, since I have never continued after
the "happy ending" scene. Although don't doubt that it will end with
another one!
Well, break out the marshmellows 'cause here comes the fluff! ;)

.:Best Friend's Wedding:.
Chapter Four

Catherine sat at Gil's desk, forehead resting on her hands, having
given up all pretext of completing the paperwork she had randomly
grabbed from her office. She had not wanted to stay there, so she
had come here. Where no one, hopefully, would disturb her. The
events of the morning running through her head yet again. If she had
been standing up when Lindsey had said that Gil loved her instead of
Linda, Catherine woudld have collapsed. She came close to having a
heart attack, though. She hadn't heard what Lindsey had said to Gil
after that, but she could imagine. Gil had then led Linda back into
the dressing room, and Catherine had left. She didn't really know
why; she had made it that far. Something inside her had just snapped
and she had had to leave. She was sure that Gil had probably
explained everything to Linda, and they were both happily married
right now. The thought made her want to cry, but no tears came.
Head still buried in her hands, she missed the quiet click as the
door shut. The hand on her shoulder startled her, and she jerked
upright. Somehow, though, she knew who it was without even turning
around.

"Gil?" She asked, turning so she could see him.

His gaze was serious.

"Catherine, why are you here?"

She knew what he meant, but chose to ignore it.

"I had some paperwork I had to catch up on..."

"Cath..." He interrupted her.

"Alright. I was embarassed because of the scene with Lindsey, okay?"

He looked almost disappointed.

"You would miss your best friend's wedding because you were
embarrassed? Catherine, I know you better than that. What's wrong?
And don't tell me nothing because I won't believe you."

"Speaking of your wedding, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the
church with Linda, feeding each other cake or something?" The
bitterness unintentionally slipped into her tone.

"Catherine...We're not getting married."

"What!"

"You heard me. We called the wedding off. Your daughter is one smart
girl."

"What?"

Gil smiled something that could only be described as a cross between
a grin and a smirk.

"Is that all you can say?"

"Oh! Umm, no. I was just...surprised. You two seemed to l-like
eachother alot." She hoped he would miss her slip. She couldn't
bring herself to say the word. And it truly hadn't seemed like they
were as in love as they could be, although that could have been her
extreme jealousy kicking in.

Unfortunately for Catherine, he did notice.

"We did. We liked eachother alot. But neither of us loved each
other. You see, Cath," He moved closer to her. "I didn't look at her
like this..." His beautiful crulean eyes bored into hers, emotions
so raw and intense that her knees turned to jelly and butterflies
came to life in her stomach.

"I didn't touch her like this."

He took her hands and guided her to a standing position, inches from
him. His fingers slid ever so softly over her cheeks, causing the
lids that been wide open from shock to slowly slide shut, covering
the deep blue orbs.

Gil's voice got so soft she could barely hear it.

"I didn't love her like this."

And leaned over to brush her lips with his, gentle as the touch of a
butterfly. He drew back, his eyes questioning hers.

"Oh, Gil."

Tears filled her eyes.

"I love you too. So much. Do you have any idea what I went through?
The nights I spent -"

Her words were cut off by a kiss that was more demanding and
passionate than the last. They broke off, and Catherine smiled.

"Impatient much?"

"You have no idea."

"Oh, I beg to differ..."

TBC...