Title: Love Don't Lie
Author: Angie
Email: What happened in their past?
Disclaimers: CSI Crime Scene Investigation does not belong to me, they are the property of CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful actors who portray them.
Author's Notes: I said time and time again I would never post another WIP... I lied. I'm posting one. This story is, well it's a bit Alternate Universe. Gil and Cath are still Gil and Cath, but this takes place in the past. A sort of... what if?
Kudos to my beta, Marianne. I feel as though I should say more here... but what? Thanks to everyone for joining the list and visiting the website. Thanks to everyone for reviewing... and just thanks in general. (I'm in a thankful mood this evening.) The song is "Now" by Def Leppard
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Anything in the series is fair game...as of now it's just general ideas
Distribution: The GraveshiftCSI Homepage
Chapter 2
XOXOXO
Gil watched as the coroner finally arrived at the scene. He stood back, letting him do his job.
"Grissom? Anything you need to see here?"
"Not at the moment. I just need to be able to get to that chair." Gil stepped back as the two men got to work, lifting the body and loading it onto a cart. He took the opportunity to scan the room again. She was still there. The same place he had spotted her earlier, leaning against the same wall. He couldn't tell if she was waiting for him, or still waiting to be questioned. But either way, she was still there and that was a definite motivation for him to not linger at the scene any more then necessary.
"It's all yours Grissom. We'll get the body back to the morgue, but there's a bit of a backlog at the moment. Doc might not get to him until tomorrow."
Gil nodded, his eyes still focused on the beauty before him. "That's all right. Gives me a chance to get some of this evidence processed first."
The two men exchanged glances, both thankful for whatever had saved them from the wrath of Grissom.
Hearing the slight squeak of wheels, Gil turned back to the scene. Now that the body had been cleared, he could get a better look at what was left. Reaching into his kit, he grabbed the items he needed and quickly got to work. His mind focused on what was before him, he quickly finished processing the scene. Once finished, he started gathering the evidence he collected when he heard his name again. This time he recognized the voice, and looked up to see his boss standing before him.
"Jim."
"Gil. How are you doing?"
"Just wrapping things up. I need to get this evidence back to the Bronco and then I can get it back to the lab to process." Gil stood, with his kit in hand, his eyes automatically drifting back across the room.
"Did you want to stay while they finish interviewing the witnesses? Maybe you'll catch her name." Jim pointed out.
"Who's name?" He quickly responded while diverting his gaze.
"The knock-out red head leaning against the wall."
Gil turned his attention back to the wall. "Oh, her?"
"Don't try that on me. You were looking right at her. Let's go join Johnson. I'm sure he'll somehow wrangle it so he gets to interview her."
Gil didn't answer Jim. Instead he followed his boss across the room, knowing he would be talking to Catherine soon.
XOXOXO
I wanna know you better
Let's spend some time together
I wanna be what's on your mind
Look in my eyes they're callin'
I need your love to fall in
If you could just give me a sign
XOXOXO
They made their way across the club and caught up with Johnson right before he began interviewing Catherine.
"Do you mind if we join you?" Jim asked as they came to a stop.
"Not at all." Johnson answered before turning his attention fully to Catherine. "Miss, I'm Detective Johnson. This is Jim Brass and Gil Grissom from the crime lab. We just have a few questions for you tonight."
Catherine nodded, not sure if her nervousness was from being questioned, or the close proximity to the man she had been talking with earlier.
"Can you tell us what happened here tonight?"
Catherine shook her head, both to clear her mind and answer the question. "I'm sorry. I didn't see anything. I had only just came in when the screaming began. Then, the doormen ushered everyone over here, to this side of the room, where we've all been waiting for a few hours now."
Johnson frowned as he heard Catherine talk, the disappointment clearly written on his face. "So, you didn't see anything?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't."
"Can you tell us what you were doing here?"
Catherine was about to answer the detective's question when Gil interrupted her.
"I don't think we need to know the answer to that, Johnson."
"Jim…" Johnson warned, shooting a glare towards Gil.
"I don't mind answering. I was coming in for an interview. They needed a waitress, and I'm between jobs at the moment. Somehow I don't think I'm going to take the job."
She laughed, and the three men lit up before her. They reluctantly moved forward to the next witness, Gil lingering behind. He paused when he felt Catherine's hand on his arm, turning towards her once he was sure the others were out of earshot.
"Sorry about that. That guy is such a jerk."
"It's all right. I'm used to dealing with jerks; all women are. Does this mean I'm free to go now?"
Gil nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't have any other reason to question you."
"Okay. Are you going to be long? I can just meet you at the diner. Or we can do this later if you want. Now that your boss is here…"
"No!" Gil practically shouted, then quickly lowered his voice before continuing. "It's not a problem. I'm due a break anyway. We're about finished here. Technically we're done, we just need to get the evidence back to the lab. Johnson can question the witness by himself. Brass just wanted to…." He trailed off, not wanting to reveal the real reason they had come over.
Catherine decided to let the comment slide, at least for now. "So I'll meet you there then? How long do you need?"
"Give me thirty minutes. Is that too long?"
"Not at all; I'll wait for you. Take a left out of the parking lot, and another left at the end of the street. You can't miss it." Catherine smiled her goodbye and walked away, brushing past Gil on her way.
XOXOXO
I can't get over baby
I can't get over now
I can't get over this feelin' I feel
Now, right now
If the fire inside you
Feels like I feel
Now, right now
Deep inside of me
Deep inside of me
XOXOXO
Gil stood transfixed, watching her leave and thinking about everything that had already happened, and the possibilities of what could happen.
"Earth to Grissom." Jim said as he waved his hand in front of his co-workers face.
"Huh, what?" He slowly shook his head, and brought his focus back to work. "Sorry."
"If I had known getting you this close to her would get this type of reaction, I'd have left you over with the evidence." Jim teased, enjoying seeing this change in Gil.
"We don't need to stay around here do we? Why don't we just get the evidence back to the lab and start processing?"
Jim gave up trying to understand him and nodded in agreement. The two men went back to the crime scene and carefully picked up the now covered chair. They exited the building and headed for the parking lot.
"Do you mind taking this stuff back to the lab for me? I thought I might take a short break before I started processing."
"Are you all right? You're not feeling sick are you? Do you need me to take you to a hospital?"
"Jim…"
"Sorry. I don't mind taking the evidence back. But what is with you tonight? Staring into… it's her isn't it? She got to you."
"Don't be ridiculous. I hardly know her."
"'Hardly know her'? What are you hiding from me? You shouldn't 'hardly know her' at all. You just met… You didn't just meet did you? How long have you known her? I can't believe you've been holding out on me. So tell me what she's like."
"Just open the hatch, Jim. This chair isn't that light." Gil groaned as he balanced the bulk of the weight of the chair and waited for Jim to open the back of the Bronco. Once it was opened, he pushed the chair into the back, heaving a sigh of relief once the extra weight was gone. He turned back to the club and sighed again as he heard Jim's footsteps fall into rhythm with his own, he was going to have to say something. "Remember that guest lecture I did a few weeks ago? She was there."
"You've been seeing her for a few weeks and haven't said anything? Why would you want to hide her? She's gorgeous."
"I haven't been hiding her." He bent and gathered his kit and the rest of the evidence he had found before turning back to Brass. "Tonight is the first night I've seen her since that lecture."
"At least I know you aren't hiding her. I was thinking I was going to have to have you committed." Jim grinned as he watched Gil blush slightly. "Instead of a break, go ahead and take lunch. Just keep your walkie-talkie on in case I need you. I'll see you back at the lab in an hour."
Gil quickly thanked him and tried to stop himself from running to his car. He hopped in the Bronco, and quickly left the parking lot.
Jim watched him leave, sliding into the drivers seat as Gil made the left at the end of the block. Starting the Bronco, he left the parking lot, and made the same left at the end of the block. Slowly going down the road, he smiled as he saw Gil enter the coffee shop and walk over to the gorgeous red-head sitting in the center booth.
"'Hardly know her' my ass…" he muttered as he continued to the lab.
XOXOXO
To Be Continued