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Summery: Gil's life is about to be turned upside down. Sara has reappeared after a 7-year disappearance, but she does not recall him. Long presumed dead, Gil went on with his life. Now that she is back, he is driven to the point of obsession as he tries to find out what happened to her and where she has been.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing with the characters
A/N: First multi-chapter fan fiction that I am actually going to complete and not quit half way through and I am going to update regularly… I did that with 'seeing red' which went horribly wrong…I going to go in to less detail in this story which is something I don't do so we'll see what happens. Oh and I know the summery doesn't reflect what happens in this chapter but it will happen… with lots of twists and the story will be flash back heavy. Thoughts/ dreams are in italic and flashbacks... I guess they will be in bold
Ship: Catherine/Warrick for definite and either Greg or Nick will be married (OC) and have a child. I don't know, depends what mood I am in. Grissom/ Sara in past tense and Sara and OC in past tense
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Please.
Let me go.
No.
No.
Please.
Let me go.
Let me go.
Please.
God…
It was close to 1:30. The Gucci shoes were sharp sounding when they hit the concrete.
"The food was really interesting."
"And by interesting you mean inedible."
She laughed.
"Yes. Well, thank you for walking me to my car."
The street danced with mythology and mysticism, the sky was a dark but colourful blue dreamscape and there was a sense of oriental magic, shimmering with seductively radiant blues.
"My pleasure." He smiled uncomfortably as she tucked several strands of blonde hair behind her ears. Gil's eyes squinted slightly at the female, Anna. She was pretty and sharp, gifted.
"You won't be calling me again, will you?" Anna gave him a smile.
"No. Sorry."
"It's okay."
Gil opened her car door and she stepped in.
"Drive safe."
She gave him one last smile and he watched her drive down the street, her amber lights lighting up the dark. He sighed deep in to his chest and stuck his hands back in to his pockets. He walked back to the large house, with its large blue gardens. He stopped and looked at a bench. It had carved in to it: For Georgina who loved these gardens from William who always sat beside her.'
"Okay…" Gil's eyes flickered between the female that sat to his left and the man sitting to his right.
"When are you guys going to stop setting me up?"
Gil was sat on the cream sofa; his shoes just softly touched the oak coffee table, which had empty cappuccino mugs, foam still present around the rims. Sprays of sweet yellow and red flowers adorned the wood.
Warrick tugged at the big mass of silk hung around his neck as he looked over to Catherine. She was sitting, crossed legged and leaning back in to the soft chair, across from Warrick. The rhinestone-studded strap cut across her toes exquisitely. She gained a good four inches in height, She raised an eyebrow which gave her a ruthlessly seductive look.
"We weren't setting you up, we-."
"You."
Her head snapped at Warrick and he grinned.
"I just think it would be good if you got on the bandwagon, maybe." Her eyes squinted, her nose creased and her lips spread.
Gil laughed, slightly snorting. He felt his Adam's apple bounce as he tilted his head back. He rubbed his tired eyes. They sat in silence, listening to each other's breathing.
"You want to stay over tonight?" Warrick's words made Gil's head lift up, voice rich, beguiling and reverent.
"Yeah, that would be great." He smiled sadly. He didn't want to live in the empty white building that looks like a furniture store rather than a place called home.
"Okay, I'll go make up the bed." Catherine pushed herself forward but Warrick stood up quick.
"No, I'll go."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
He walked past her and bent over her, wrapping his right arm around her shoulders and she leaned in to, her cheek resting on his muscle. He kissed her hair and walked to Lindsey's old bedroom. Lindsey was now at LVUC. Catherine slipped off her shoes and they clunked against the cooling tiled floors.
"I can see myself in five years time still sitting on this sofa."
"That's a very depressing thought, Gil." She rubbed her eyes, "Oh god, I'm horribly drunk. I don't know how I am going to get up tomorrow-oh today." Catherine flicked her watch from her wrist and tossed it on to the table. She had to be up for three p.m., she was back in charge of swing. Gil knew she would be up just after dawn though, running. Warrick had been promoted to nightshift, Nick was his second in command, and a girl from the east coast was running days.
"Catherine,"
She hummed for a response.
"Please, don't set me up again."
Catherine moved next Grissom, sitting next to him.
"Gil, it has been seven years-."
"Yeah, seven years of being… I just want to live out the remainder of my life…alone… and in peace…Goodnight Catherine."
"…night…good sleep…anything…shout."
I don't want flowers. I don't want hymns. I don't want prayers. I don't want cards. I don't want sympathy. I want her… I want her back…
The violence of his agitation seemed to have awakened his from a long deep sleep.
He rubbed his eyes.There was a clobber and bristle of steps outside the door and the sunlight kissed at his face. Gil expelled the air through his mouth. Twice. The skin on his chest and on his legs seemed tightening and tingling, dulling aches. He reached out with his right arm, which felt like it was packed with lead, and spun the alarm clock. There was a layer of silence in the room as he watched the green digits flicker until an hour had passed.
"Morning," Gil entered the kitchen. Catherine was leaning against the refrigerator, dressed casually, slacks and an olive t-shirt. She slurped hungrily from the bottle of water. He could smell weird and wonderful oils. Hyssop, extract of liquorices, oil of bay, camphor, fir nuts and other such like trash.
"Hey sleepy head…Oooh so that's a grumpy head. Uh, you never did get that tie thing down…"
Catherine untwisted Gil's tie and patted it down softly. Gil stayed over once every few weeks so he had several changes of clothes and a few essentials, toothbrush; comb; deodorant. "So what is today's lecture on?"
"Just the basics. Introduction to Entomology."
"Are you coming back tonight or…"
"I'll just go home."
"You want something to eat before you go?"
"No, thanks."
"You sure?" Catherine opened the fridge door and the coolness blasted her, it was refreshing.
"We have some yoghurt. Actually, at some point it could have been cottage cheese." She picked up the white pot and dunked her small finger in it. Her pixie tongue licked the white, liquid substance and she grimaced. It was slopped in to the bin.
"Cereal… or toast. A sugary, fruit drink that has been fermenting for a few months? Fine, fine, don't give me that look… I am just looking out for you."
"I'll grab something later."
"You better."
Gil gave Catherine a brief kiss on her cheek and called back once he reached the front door,
"Tell the guys I said 'hello.'"
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