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.:Gil and Sara:.

Chapter Two- Somewhere In Between

Three hours later, Catherine was still awake, pacing the floor. Her mind was tormented of images of what Gil and Sara might be doing right at that moment.

She had tried to sleep, but it wouldn't come. She was jealous, terribly jealous, and did not know what to do about it. She tried lying back down, but her legs refused to stand still. She walked back and forth, back and forth until she was sure she was going to wear a hole in her carpet.

Her mind refused to be quiet. She wondered if there were signs that Gil had returned Sara'a interest. She could think of absolutely none. But the evidence never lies. She had seen them with her own two eyes, kissing. But Catherine was determined to beat this. When she came in to work, she would not let on about what she saw if he didn't tell her.

But Catherine knew that it was not that easy. One look at Gil, and she knew she would be crazy with jealousy and hurt that he had not confided in her. But she would. And with that conclusion, she lay down, and fell into a short, fitful sleep, only to wake up tired and cranky. This was not going to help her acting skills. She went into work, only talking when absolutely necessary, leaving as soon as she could. She had tried her best to ignore Gil and Sara, and had barely seen them all day. The next day went by the same, and Catherine was torn up inside when she thought about Gil not even trusting her enough to tell her now that it had happened. She was going to confront him about it tonight. But that night slipped by, and then the next, until it was a week after she had seen the kiss.

She walked around, doing everything mechanically, snapping to anyone who questioned her. It was as if she was walking in a dream. Nothing seemed real anymore.

Once again, as she had every night since "the incident," Catherine was pacing the floor. She knew that she was going to have to do something soon, or she was going to snap. What would Gil think if she told him everything now? Would he withdraw, or would he apologize, and open his ever-friendly arms to hold her?

Catherine made a decision then. She didn't need this. Didn't need to torture herself with the images her imagination was creating. She was going to go over there right now. She would demand an answer, and she would tell him the truth. The real truth. The truth that she was more jealous than she had thought was humanly possible.

She pulled on some clothes, making sure to atleast look presentable when she made her statement of undying love. She knew that Gil was wondering what was wrong with her. He had tried to confront her about her bitchy behaviour today, but she had blown up at him.

She was not going to put it off any longer. Moving on autopilot, her mind on what she was going to say once she got there, Catherine drove off to Gil's townhouse.

She pulled up to his house, and the light was still on. Catherine did not have to force herself to get out of the car. She wanted to. She was ready to give Gil a piece of her mind. The only thing she had decided on the way over here was that she was not going to reveal her feelings unless he left her no choice. She had a reason to be mad at him. She was mad because she had seen them kissing, and he had not told her. Which was true. But the main reason, the fact that she was mad at him for picking Sara when he could have had her, she was not going to tell him. There was no reason for him to know.

She walked up to the door and knocked. Oh, God, it was opening.

TBC...

A/N: I had planned for this chapter to be totally different, but it just kind of happened. But, oh well. I guess it turned out fine, anyway.