Uncertain Times. Chapter 2. "Dinner and
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A/N: Chapter 2 of my fic. Decided to write it right away. So I did. And here's the result. Hope you like:)
Catherine anxiously looked at her watch. It was only a quarter to six; far to early to be showing up, she told herself. She had to be right on time, not early, not late.
She was in her car. Right across his townhouse. Somehow she had managed to fit into a black dress, which she had forgotten and thrown into her closet years ago.
She had lost weight, she figured. No surprise with a job like hers – running around half the time to catch up with a far to speedy criminal.
Her hair fell loosely on her shoulders, completely straightened. It had taken her almost an hour to make it just right, but now that she had been in the rather hot car for the last ten minutes, it was starting to make weird, "I-just-got-out-of-bed"-curls.
She decided to get out of the car – five minutes too early didn't make that much of a difference, and Gil wasn't the type who'd complain about those kinds of matters.
Her high-heels hit the road, and after getting out in the cold October-wind and grabbing her purse from the passenger's seat, she headed to Gil's home and knocked on the door.
She could smell some kind of tasty meat from where she was standing. Barbecued steak, maybe? Whatever it was, it made her hungry.
The door opened. She flashed a wide smile when she saw Gil.
"Good evening," he said, still wearing an apron. He made a gesture for her to come inside, and she hurried and did so.
"Mmh. Smells great," she complimented while looked at his interior decoration. She then turned to face him, and, somehow, managed to see what he was wearing behind the apron; a nice, dark suit with a tie perfectly tied. She continued, "and looking great. I see you've learned how to tie one of those," she pointed at his tie, "looks great."
He smiled at her and made a single nod with his head.
"Thank you. You look great, too. But you should wear a jacket with that," he pointed at her dress.
"I drove here, so it wasn't necessary. But yeah, it's freezing outside, so.. you're probably right."
He gave her a I-told-you-so look, but then continued to the kitchen. "Come with me," he said.
She took off her stilettos and placed them near the door. Then she joined Gil.
She had been right earlier – it was some sort of barbecued meat, looking very tempting. Gil had already put on candlelights, plates, cutlery and a nice-looking tablecloth on his large kitchentable; and two chairs were placed on each side of it.
"Have a seat," he said invitingly and pulled out the chair for Catherine to take seat.
"Thank you," she said, looking at him with a both suspicious and flirtatious glance.
He took seat on the other chair opposite hers.
"I'm glad you could be here." He said. Plain in his usual way, but the small smile on his face told Catherine that he was grateful of her being there.
"Happy to be here." She smiled back, and then looked down at the delicious dishes.
"Shall we?" He held up his fork.
After eating, they made their way to Gil's couch. Both completely full, they practically threw themselves into the soft cushions.
Now that her hair was messed up, Catherine didn't care one bit how the rest of her looked. All she could think of, was how magnificent the dinner was.
"I won't ever have to eat again," she lazily spoke.
"'One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well,'" Grissom quoted a few moments after.
"Shakespeare?" Catherine tried.
"Virginia Woolf."
Catherine let out a big sigh and pulled her legs up the sofa. "I'm tired as hell." She said, hands rubbing her eyes.
"'Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast,'" Gil quoted again.
"What, more Virginia Woolf?"
Gil, leaning his head against the armrest, answered with amusement in his voice; "that was Shakespeare, dear."
"Ah, quit the haiku's, Gil," Catherine said, tired, and lay down. Shortly after she fell asleep, and moments later, Gil found himself surrendering to his dreams aswell.