Knowing me, knowing You

Catherine sets the plates, "Greg, can you get the spoons and forks? Its in the third…"

I'm already next to her handing the utensils.

"Oh," she says, "I forgot you know your way in my kitchen." She smiles at me.

And here I am grinning like an idiot. "Well, that's me. Handy Greg."

We both sit down in front of each other. I steal glances at her. God, I fell like I'm back in high school, a geek looking at the most popular cheerleader in the campus. Damn. Who am I to pursue Catherine Willows? What have I got to offer? Myself? Would that be enough for her? I'm not rich, thats for sure. I rent an apartment, I own an electric guitar, I have a loveseat that I got from the thrift shop. It's old but it was the first thing I bought when I got my first pay check. It was my bed for the first few weeks, it was my dining chair, it was the only furniture that graced my apartment when I moved to Vegas. I guess I hung on to it because I've scored many times with chicks on that sofa. They don't call it loveseat for nothing. But if Catherine say it goes, I wouldn't give it another thought.

So what do I have? I'm sitting here in front of Catherine, inside her beautiful home. She has everything. And again what do I have? The best thing that comes in to mind is ME. Lame, isn't it? A poor man's dream of reaching the for the brightest star. Maybe God would pity me, see that I'm sincere in my quest and let me win the lottery. But it doesn't work that way. Plus I don't buy lottery tickets.

"Greg, you okay? You've been sitting there quietly. Aren't you going to eat?" She looks at me with a concerned look.

"I'm fine, Catherine. I'm fine. I was just thinking, that's all." I give her a half smile as I reach for the rice.

"I know what's missing. Red or white, Greg?" She stands up and heads to the cupboard.

"Trick question, huh. I do prefer metallic black, kind of dark, sinister and sexy." I smile at her.
She opens the cupboard, "No, dummy. Red or white wine?"

I raise my eyebrows at her, and innocently say, "If you're planning to make me tipsy so you can take advantage of me later, I'll go for white." She gives me a disapproving look, then takes a bottle out.
"Red it is then." Its Merlot, my favorite.

I stand up and go to the cabinet, "I got the glasses."

Catherine sits down and opens the bottle, "you sure know your way in here, Greg."

"Of course," I answer, "I remember everything, I'm very observant." I smile as I sit down and hand her the wine glasses. She takes them and pours the wine.

"Really?" she asks playfully.

"Do I detect a disbeliever in the powers of the Greg Sanders? I raise my right eyebrow.

"Okay, hot shot. What does the caption in the picture say ? The one that is hanging at the left wall when you enter into my office?" Now she raises her right eyebrow. Very cute. And might I add, sexy.

I smile, "and the truth shall set you free."

"That was easy. You see it everytime you come the office anyway." She says as she hands me my glass. I take a sip.

"Okay, genius, what was I wearing last week?" She gives me a smug look.

I lean forward on the table, "what day?"

She lifts up a finger, she swallows hard, "what?"

"What day?" I asked again.

"Oh, you're too much Greg, okay. Last Tuesday then." she leans back and takes a sip.

I close my eyes. Yes, Tuesday . I still can clearly picture her as she breezes in the break room, "you were wearing your dark blue top, the one that is almost the color of your eyes, black slacks. Your wore black heels. Your hair was a little tousled when you came in , it was a warm windy evening that night. You ran your hand through you hair, not that it needed to be combed because you already looked great. You mentioned something about Lindsay to Grissom that she had a fever and you were concerned. Grissom said if the night is slow, you can clock out early if needed. But you didn't. I gather her fever broke." I opened my eyes and look at her.

Catherine had her wine glass next to her lips, starring at me.

"Wow, okay. I don't know what I wore but I remember mentioning Lindsay to Grissom." she lowers her glass a little, "okay, how many stop lights from the office to my house then?"

"Twelve." I say with a sly grin.

She laughs, "okay, I gotta count that tomorrow when I drive to work."

"Come on," I challenged her, "ask me something about you."

"Okay, smart alec," she presses on with a devious smile, "tell me about me then."

I take a deep breath, lean forward and in a low voice, "you love horses, you rode before you could walk back in Montana where you were born." She looks at me with wide eyes her mouth slightly open, "if you're wondering how I know, you mentioned this five years ago when I was reading a magazine with a picture of a horse in the back cover in the break room." I lean back and cross my arms.

"Okay, Greg, what else have you observed?"

"You like turkey club sandwiches without the bacon, you take your coffee with one creamer and a sweetener, you still use a nicorette, a mentholatum is in your purse. And you're wearing your favorite earrings right now." I smile, "should I go on?"

Catherine looks at me, "wow, you notice the little things."

I stand up and bring our empty plates to the sink, " I know you used to be an exotic dancer at the clubs while you were making your way though college, but you prefer slow dancing if given the chance." I turn around and look at her.

She was quiet for a moment, both of us staring at eachother, the she breaks the silence and asks, "so what was Sara wearing last Tuesday then?"

"I don't know, I'm not interested in her." I say.

She stands up taking her wine glass with her and heads to the living room. "Slow dancing, huh."

I follow her to the living room. I take her wine glass and set it down the center table, "yes, slow dancing. You're a romantic, Catherine."

I take out my ipod "may I?"

She looks at me confused. I take the ear phones out from my pocket and gently put them in her ear. "I know your song, too. You hum it sometimes at work." I turn it on and she closes her eyes.

I move closer to her ear and whispered, "May I have this dance?"

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i know its been awhile. my bad... i got caught up at work and i also went on vacation. its summertime! hope i can make up for lost time. feedbacks are always great.