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6.

Catherine was late for work that evening. She had spent a lot of that afternoon crying, something she hadn't done for such a long time. It had taken her ages and a lot of make-up to look a little bit like her normal self. There were only two cases that evening, and she decided to put Nick on one and Greg on another, and do paperwork herself. She wasn't in the mood for dead people. She felt terrible. That feeling grew even bigger when she saw Tony standing in front of her office. Catherine knew she loved him. But those butterflies she usually had when she saw him weren't there. And she knew who was the blame for that.

Tony's sincere smile when he saw her was one of the things she loved about him. She smiled back, knowing that her smile wasn't as sincere as his. "Hey honey." "Hey." Catherine unlocked the door of her office to let both of them in before saying anything else. Tony closed the door behind him and said: "I've called you a couple of times this afternoon. Is there something wrong?"

Catherine couldn't handle looking into Tony's concerning, gorgeous eyes and pretended to search something on her desk as she said: "I'm sorry, I went back to bed and picked up some groceries and I forgot to take my phone. Just thirty minutes before shift started I heard your message. I figured I would see you here." It surprised her how easily that lie had come flying out of her mouth.

She felt him standing behind her and then felt his hands dropping on her shoulders. Seconds after that, she realised he was gently massaging her shoulders. "You're so tense." Tony's voice wasn't more than a whisper, close to her ear. She felt her body getting relaxed again. Gil was slowly vanishing from her mind when she heard Tony say: "I missed you today. I've been waiting to see you."

Catherine chuckled when she felt Tony's lips in her neck and asked: "Why?"

"Because I wanted to do this." He wrapped an arm around her waist and slowly spun her around so his lips could meet hers. Tony gently forced Catherine's body closer to his, his arms still around her waist while their kiss became deeper. Catherine's hand tugged at the collar of Tony's suit, drawing him closer to her. Those butterflies she'd missed when she saw him standing in front of her office, were filling her belly again. Tony's hands started messing with the blouse she was wearing when he'd decided he wanted to feel her skin. He quickly pulled her blouse out of her pants and his hands started roaming over Catherine's soft skin. He moved his lips to her neck again; he knew that was Catherine's weak spot. She couldn't suppress a soft moan when he did that and whispered: "Tony, we have to work, you know."

Tony made some noise that probably meant 'yes', but didn't stop kissing her. His hands caressed her bare skin and Catherine knew they had to stop now, before things would get out of hand. "That means we have to stop doing this." "I know." He stopped kissing her neck and looked in her eyes before kissing her sweetly on her lips one last time. Tony gave her a smile and said: "I'll meet you after shift, okay?" Catherine nodded. "I love you, Catherine." "I love you too."

And then Tony was gone. While Catherine gathered the things she needed to hand out that night's assignments, she realised she had meant what she'd said to Tony. She loved him. But a little voice in her head kept saying that this wasn't what she truly wanted. She pushed them away for the thousandth time since Gil got back, and decided to hand out that night's cases.

Meanwhile, Gil and Sara were having a quiet night at Grissom's townhouse. They were both sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on Discovery Channel. Gil realised the lack of contact they were having; they were both sitting on one side of the couch, their bodies not even slightly touching. With a glass of red wine in his hand, he kept his eyes on Sara, who had only eyes for the documentary. She looked like she always looked. Her dark brown hair was loosely falling over her shoulders, her pretty brown eyes were showing no signs of any make up and she was wearing a pair of jeans with a simple black t-shirt. She was Sara. Gil immediately remembered why he loved Sara; she was like him. But was he really in love with her? He knew the answer to that was negative. He suddenly heard her voice, and looked up to meet her eyes: "Gil, you're okay?"

He answered with a simple shrug and said: "Why wouldn't I be?"

Sara showed him a small smile and said: "Well, you've been staring at me for the last couple of minutes."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Gil obviously knew he'd been staring at her. He just hadn't realised that Sara had noticed that as well.

Her smile grew a little bigger as she said: "Don't be sorry. I don't mind you looking at me."

Gil couldn't do anything but answer her smile with one of his, and she seemed satisfied with that since she turned her eyes to the screen again. So did Gil. He knew he had to talk to Sara soon. He loved Sara. But not in the way a man was supposed to love his wife. Gil couldn't understand why he'd ever believed he had loved her in the right way. He almost let a loud sigh escape. He could prevent that though. But he was ashamed to admit that, the rest of the night, a beautiful redhead who was currently working at the Las Vegas crime lab, had been on his mind.

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Catherine was exhausted around the time she was allowed to clock out. Tony had left the building already, with the promise that breakfast would be ready as soon as she would arrive. She looked around her office. The amount of photographs in it was pretty high. Two of her and Lindsey together; in one of them Lindsey was six, the other one had been taken about a year ago. One of their entire team, before everything had started to change. One of her and Tony; that one was only a week old. It was the newest one in her office. Finally, she looked at the last photo in her office. It was an old one as well; it was one from her, Lindsey and Gil. That picture reminded her of the past. A past in which everything had been so much easier. Catherine sighed out loud. She knew she had to leave the office to go to Tony's place. But seeing Gil's face on that picture made her think of Gil again. At the beginning of her shift, she'd been certain she loved Tony. But now, she was doubting that love all over again. And that doubt came out of something as simple as an old photograph.

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