6th April, 1991
These are the days
These are days you'll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You'll know it's true
That you are blessed and lucky
It's true that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you
"Tell me why I'm getting on a roller coaster?" Catherine asked, being marched forward in line by Gil.
"Because every nine years and thirty-four days I feel like sharing. And today is just your lucky day."
"Okay, but why do you have to share a roller coaster ride with me? Couldn't we share something else? Like a massage? Or a pedicure? Or a manicure?"
Gil lifted an eyebrow. "Do I look like Elton John to you?"
"I'm not going to answer that on the grounds that it may incriminate me," Catherine told him.
He groaned. "I knew you being a CSI was a bad idea."
She giggled and poked him in the side. "Don't be mean."
"I'M being mean? You're comparing me with Elton John!"
"Now be fair, Gil. You were the one who brought it up, not me. I just suggested some safer alternatives to your ride of death here."
"Ride of death? Catherine, it's a roller coaster!"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "My point exactly."
As she refused to move, Gil picked her up around the waist and then planted her on her feet a few inches in front.
"Hey!"
"Needs do as needs must, Catherine," he told her. "Now behave yourself."
She frowned at him. "You're very rude, Gil Grissom."
"No, I'm charming, my dear. You are the rude one."
"So, like, do you two wanna get on or something?" asked the thoroughly bored teenager who stood before them. "Cause like, the ride's almost ready to start."
"Yes, we are," Gil said firmly, handing over the fare and pushing Catherine into a cart.
Catherine glanced at him, arching her eyebrow. "If I die on this ride, you can tell my mother and Eddie."
"Don't be so melodramatic. No one's going to die unless they jump out."
Catherine's eyes widened. "People have jumped off this ride before?"
"Yes, Catherine. Especially when they see a hysterical CSI on the ride."
She opened her mouth and shut it again as it dawned on her that he was teasing her. "Hey…"
Gil chuckled. "You should have seen your face!"
She punched him in the shoulder and he continued to laugh, before he put his arm around her.
"There, there, Cath. You know I'll always take care of you."
Catherine looked up at him, her eyes serious. "I know."
"Help."
Gil chuckled and lifted Catherine out of the cart. "Your legs are wobbly."
She narrowed her eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."
He smiled, slipping his arm through hers. "But it was fun though, wasn't it? You can't deny that!"
Catherine paused and looked at him. "If you tell anyone about this…I'll deny it." A smile spread across her face. "But yeah, it was fun. You stopped me from being scared."
Gil threw his hand up in victory. "I knew it!"
Catherine rolled her eyes. "You are one seriously odd individual, Gil."
"You enjoyed it," Gil taunted.
"Oh my god. What are you? Twelve?"
"Come on," Gil said, clutching her hand and hauling her in another direction. "Let's get a hot dog."
