Telling Catherine
Disclaimer: Standard, don't even pretend to own them.
Note: This takes place right after "Way to Go". So there could be spoilers for that episode. Just have to say that I abhor the Grissom/Sara pairing. I have always that Grissom and Catherine complimented each other more so.
Gil Grissom swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to adjust eyes to the sunlight peering through the curtains. He rubbed a hand through his hair and sighed. He had just gone to sleep three hours ago, but after a particularly vivid dream, sleep had eluded him and he had decided that it would just be better to get up than lie there and torture himself. He glanced over his shoulder to the woman lying curled up in a fetal position on her side of his bed. Her soft brown hair gently framed her face and she smiled in her sleep. She looked peaceful and content even though she had sorted through various body parts that had been put through a wood chipper the night before. He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead and pushed himself off the bed.
Walking to the kitchen, the dream still plagued his mind. Images of blond hair and angry, hurt eyes flashed before him as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed the half full carton of juice. He selected a glass from the cupboard and poured the juice. He glanced at the clock; it we just after one in the afternoon and decided that a splash of vodka wouldn't hurt. The drink went down in one swallow and he thought about another before remembering that he could be called at any moment into the field. He had been working a lot of doubles lately, hell even some triples, and he was always prepared, and in control so that he could.
Gil pulled a clean t-shirt from the laundry basket sitting on the table; Sara must have left it there when she came in. She was doing his laundry now. They had been together for five months and six days. She made sure that he ate right and even tried to talk him into coming home after he had been on his feet for sixteen hours straight. She was a good woman, and he loved her. They were more compatible than he ever thought that he could be with a woman. She was comfortable, and he was happy.
The confrontation in his dream had been anything but comfortable or happy. There had been yelling and crying, accusing and admonishing. And there had been passion. It was the first time that he had seen that kind of passion in Catherine Willow eyes in a long time. In a way, it had made him happy to see that fire in her that seemed to have died out when Eddie had died and Lindsay had grown up all too fast, but he was also sad that his best friend couldn't, no wouldn't, support his relationship with Sara. Then, Grissom remembered that it had all been a dream, and he felt relieved. He wasn't ready for anyone to find out about him and Sara, least of all Catherine.