12?
15th May, 1993
Deep in
Denialville
Trying
to fight the way I feel
I go
jello when you smile
I start
blushin'-my head rushin'
If you
stand too close to me
I might
melt down from the heat
If you
look my way one more time
I'm gonna go out of my mind
At six months pregnant, Catherine Willows did not feel beautiful.
Gil Grissom thought she had never looked more so.
After their initial argument over Catherine's wedding and the impending arrival, the relationship had slowly moved back to their friendship – after much groveling on Gil's behalf.
He'd also somehow managed to get talked into being the baby's godparent.
That was a terrifying thought.
Then again, he wasn't sure whether he was more scared of raising the child, or the fact that one day Catherine might not be there.
"Gil?"
He looked down at his companion, who had walked into what would eventually become the nursery. "What are you doing in here?"
Catherine arched an eyebrow at him. "It's my house, remember?"
Gil climbed down off the ladder and put the paintbrush away. "That book you had said that paint fumes could hurt the baby. Out."
Rolling her eyes, Catherine allowed herself to be led out of the room. "You're not supposed to be painting anyway. You said you'd take me baby shopping."
"I just wanted to get another coat on."
Catherine rested her hand on his arm. "Eddie could have done that."
"He's been busy with that new band. What kind of music do they play again?"
She let him help her on with her coat. "Rock, I think. I haven't really heard them play."
"Not our scene, huh?"
"They're nothing on Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin."
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Gil walked with Catherine into the baby store. He took charge of a shopping cart and smiled at her. "Lead on, Madame."
Catherine chuckled at him and went into the baby clothes aisle. "We just want a couple of small things. At least something for it to wear on the way home from the hospital."
"You're still calling it, it?"
'Gil…"
"I suggested a name!"
"I'm not calling the baby Catherine Jr. We don't even know if it's a girl."
"It's a girl." Gil pushed the cart and looked at the pink one-piece suits. "Definitely a girl."
"You have X-Ray vision now?"
Gil ignored her sarcastic comment and placed one of the pink suits in the cart. "It will be a girl that looks as beautiful as her mother."
Catherine rolled her eyes and put a blue suit in the cart.
"And apparently you're an equal opportunist, because your daughter will be wearing blue."
"You're cracked," Catherine told him simply.
Gil placed his hand on her abdomen. "You agree with me, don't you Catherine Jr?"
"I'll thump you over the head with this if you don't stop calling it that," Catherine said, threatening him teasingly with a pair of baby booties.
"You have to stop calling the baby it."
"Fine. I'll call the baby Gil."
Gil froze and looked over at her. She had deliberately focused her attention on some cloth diapers and refused to look at him.
"I…" Gil paused for a moment. "Eddie won't like that."
"Well he'll have to live with it, won't he? I'm the one carrying the baby inside me and I'm the one who's going to push it in three months time, so I'm calling it Gil." She looked at Gil defiantly. "Okay?"
He grinned. "Okay."
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"Hee, hee, hoo. Hee, hee, hoo."
Catherine arched an eyebrow. "You look like you're having a fit."
Gil poked his tongue out at her. "I'm helping you practice."
Catherine giggled. "Make sure you don't pass out."
Gil rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor. He spread his legs and helped Catherine sit down between them, her back facing him.
She smiled and rested against him. "I appreciate you doing this with me."
"Anytime, Cath. You know that."
Closing her eyes, Catherine let the warmth of his body heat seep into her. "I know."
"Now, do your practicing."
Gil's hand rested on her swollen abdomen as he practiced the breathing with her. He felt himself light up as he felt the baby shift inside Catherine.
"Hey there, Gil," Catherine murmured to the baby. She smiled. "Gil is helping Gil."
"This is going to get very confusing," Gil muttered.
"Gil?"
There was silence for a minute until Catherine patted Gil's knee.
"What? Sorry, I thought you were talking to the baby."
"You're hilarious."
"I try." Gil kept his hands on her belly, not wanting to miss a second of the baby's movements. "Keep practicing."
"Gil?"
"Mhm?"
"I want you there. When the baby is born. I want you there."
Gil glanced at her. "Me? What about…"
"I want you. Please."
He soothed her by gently rubbing her back. "Okay, Cath. Okay. If you want me there, I'll be there."
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Song used - "Whatever You Do, Don't! - Shania Twain
