11?
22nd March 1993
Till now I always got by on my own
I never really
cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I
get you alone
Gil sat in the back of the small wedding chapel.
He REALLY didn't want to be there.
Two days earlier, Catherine had stalked into his office, demanding to know why he hadn't RSVP'ed his wedding invitation.
He had told her he had to work.
After about her third sentence of guilt-ridden pleas, he had given in.
So now he sat here, in the back of the chapel and watched.
Lily Flynn was flitting between the front of the chapel and the back, apparently relaying messages between Catherine and Eddie.
Eddie hadn't wanted a big wedding. He told Catherine they couldn't afford it.
Gil hoped that the cheap bastard was at least going to take her somewhere nice for their honeymoon. Knowing Eddie however, he knew that his hopes were futile.
He could see Brass sitting up the front of the chapel, talking to someone that he recognized as one of Catherine's friends.
Gil wondered what Stephanie would have thought of this fiasco. He smiled grimly. They probably wouldn't be here then.
Feeling a sharp jab in his shoulder blades, he turned around, ready to blast the offender. Instead, he saw Catherine crouching behind the pew.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "Is that good for the baby?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "It's still a clump of cells, Gil. I don't think it's gonna care."
"Stop calling it, it."
She stuck her tongue out at him and then changed tack. "I thought you had to work."
Gil narrowed his eyes. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for weddings."
"Yeah right. More like a sucker for guilt trips."
"Potato, po-tah-to."
"Don't start quoting things at me."
"Well I repeat…shouldn't you be back there making yourself beautiful?"
Catherine pouted at him. "You don't think I look beautiful, Gil?"
"You're always beautiful, Catherine," Gil told her honestly.
There was a moment of silence between them, as they both reflected on what could have been.
"Anyway…" Catherine shifted. "I should probably…"
Gil nodded, and forced a smile. "Wouldn't want to leave the groom at the altar, would we?"
"I guess not." She stood up and turned back to him. "Thank you. For being here." With a kiss to the top of his head, she went out of the room.
To prepare for her wedding to another man.
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Song used "Alone" - Heart
