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 actually met a goal. I wanted to post this in time for the website's birthday/anniversary... whatever you want to call it and I actually did. 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 really appreciate all the work you do on my fics, and just being there to listen to my ideas. The song is "Let Me Be The One" 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 3
XOXOXO
Something in the way you move
Let's me get too close to you
I tremble when I look at your face
And I want all the world to see
Tonight the world belongs to me
Touch me with your animal grace
XOXOXO
Catherine looked up as the footsteps came to a stop. "I'm still going to wait… Gil! Hi… I, uh, didn't expect you so soon."
Gil glanced at his watch as he sat down. "I'm not that early, am I?"
"No, not at all. I just thought… never mind." Catherine smiled at him. "I…I'm sorry, I don't normally do this."
"Have coffee?"
"No…"
"I don't either." Gil interrupted. "Do this I mean. Not the coffee part, but the, well…the you part. It's not that I don't … well normally I know a person before I ask them to coffee."
"Normally I know a person before I accept."
They sat in silence for a minute. Gil was about to speak when the waitress brought menus to the couple. Clearing his throat, he asked. "So what's good here?"
"Depends on what you're in the mood for. Most people don't like to eat an actual meal this time of the night, but since you're working, I'm guessing this is actually about when you take lunch, right?"
Gil smiled his reply and waited for her to continue.
"Do you just want coffee, or do you want food?"
"Maybe a light meal."
Catherine nodded, glancing through the familiar menu. "How does breakfast sound? It's light, and the cook makes a great cheese omelet."
"Sounds great. What are you going to have?"
Catherine glanced back down at the menu before closing it. "I'm not real hungry. I'll just have a glass of orange juice."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's late and I…"
"Am I keeping you? If you need to go home…"
"No." Catherine smiled and reached for his hand. "I want to be here. I was going to say I ate a few hours ago so I'm not really hungry." Catherine kept her hand on Gil's and watched as he nodded towards the waitress then gave her their order. "Are you normally this uncomfortable with people?"
Gil opened his mouth before quickly closing it, not entirely sure how he should reply to the question. "Yes. I never seem to say the right thing. I mean to… well what I'm thinking tends to not come out the way I'm meaning. It's probably a result of my childhood."
"How?"
"How what?"
She squeezed his hand in assurance before continuing. "How is not knowing what to say a result of your childhood?"
"I can't believe I'm going to say this. I haven't even told my co-workers this, and I've been working with them for a few years…."
"You don't have to say anything."
"I know. But I'm going to anyway. My mother is deaf. So we didn't verbally communicate much. And with sign language…. I just find it easier to say what I mean with my hands then with my voice."
"What about your father? Was he deaf too?"
"No… but I don't remember much about him. He took off when I was a kid and I haven't seen or heard from him since."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"I know… I just…"
"It's all right. Why don't we change the subject, nothing throws off the mood of a …"
She smiled. "Date. You think of this as a date?"
"Well…"
"I was too. I mean, I know it's just a last minute get together, but there's something about you."
XOXOXO
Put your hand on my heart
And feel the need in me
Let me be the one
Lead me into temptation
And show me the right side of wrong
Let me be the one
Take me in from the cold
Gimme something to hold
Let me be the one
Let me be the one
XOXOXO
Catherine laughed, reaching across the table with her fork.
"I thought you weren't hungry."
"Just one more bite, I promise."
"I think that's what you said half an omelet ago." Gil laughed and pushed his plate over to her.
Smiling her thanks, Catherine quickly grabbed another bite and pushed the plate back over to Gil. "How long do we have?"
"How long do we have until what?"
"Until you have to leave."
"What? Oh…" Gil glanced down at his watch and frowned. "I should be back in the lab… well about five minutes ago."
"Oh no… are you…"
Catherine stopped at the sound of a strange voice coming from the seat.
"Grissom, are you there?"
Gil reached to his waist and grabbed the walkie-talkie. "That would be Brass. You met him back at the club."
She nodded and motioned for Gil to answer Brass.
"I'm on my way back now, Brass." Gil lied. "You need anything?"
"Just checking. How was your lunch date with that hot…"
"I'll talk to you when I get back Brass." Gil quickly interrupted and turned the volume down. "I'm sorry. I…"
"So what were you two saying about me?"
"Nothing." Gil began then stopped at the look on Catherine's face. "Nothing bad. Honestly. He caught me, um… Well let's just say he was giving me a hard time. It's not often I take a break from work, let alone stop to get lunch." He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and threw a few bills on the table to cover their tab. "Come on. I'll walk you to your car."
"You don't have to do that. Besides, I walked."
Gil stood, and held out his hand for her to take. "Then I'll drive."
"Gil…"
"Catherine. Do you honestly think I'm the type of man that would let a beautiful woman walk home from a date alone at three in the morning in this neighborhood? I'll drive. Just tell me where to go."
"But you should be going back to work." Catherine said, trying unsuccessfully to release his grip from her arm.
"And I will. As soon as I get you home."
Catherine relented and let him lead her to his vehicle, hopping into the front seat when he opened the door for her. Seconds later, he was behind the wheel and turning the engine.
"Tell me which way."
Catherine gave him directions, and they both sat in a comfortable silence as they went through the streets of Las Vegas. All to soon, Gil pulled to a stop outside a small run-down apartment building.
"Um..."
"Um…"
They both chuckled nervously and Gil motioned for Catherine to speak first.
"I just wanted to thank you. I had a great time."
"You had a great time watching me eat?" Gil questioned.
"I did. Did you want…"
"To do this again sometime?" At her nod, he continued. "I'd love to. Are you busy Friday?"
"I am now." Catherine leaned across the seat and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "It was great meeting you again." Jumping out of the Bronco, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small notebook and a pen. Jotting a message down, she ripped out the paper and handed it to Gil. "Call me and let me know the details later. Now get to work before you get in trouble." She shut the door and waved before walking the short distance to her apartment door.
Gil clutched the paper in his hand, watching as she walked to her apartment and waved once again before entering her home. He put the car in reverse and started back to work. 'She is definitely going to change my life…"
XOXOXO
Don't let this dream pass by
Just spread your wings and fly
Reach out and touch
Let your heart just breathe me in
I'll be your oxygen
XOXOXO
to be continued...