A/N: Thank you everyone for all your wonderful reviews. You keep me inspired to write this often-frustrating thing we call fanfiction. Special thanks go to: Marita- You keep egging me on for more chapters so I am going to try to punch them out a little bit faster for you! You know you rock. You make writing so much more fun for me. You’re my official “idea bouncer”. Most of my ideas go through you first. Please don’t throw any tomatoes at me for this! Jennifer-You pre-read all my fanfics and praise them. Karin- A continual fan of all my work (even my poetry) your support is keeping me writing. Thanks to everyone, I greatly appreciate all the feedback you are giving me. Someone wanted Grissom angst POV… So here it is.
~Allison~ :) aka SilverEpiphany
Note: This chapter contains flashbacks. They are marked like this ~*~*~(flashback)~*~*~ Also the tidbits of song at the top and bottom are from the song “Grace is Gone” by Dave Matthews Band
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I could never
love again
So much as I love you
Where you end, where I begin
Is like a river running through
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“She what!?” Grissom bolted up quickly and attempted to get out of the hospital bed. Nick not surprised or fazed by this reaction pushed the elder supervisor back down in preparation to tell him the whole story.
“ Catherine’s been kidnapped Gris. We don’t know why or by who, but we think the kidnapper disguised himself possibly as an EMT, kidnapped Cath and then left us another body as some sort of message, one that so far looks as if its been dead for a while.”
Sinking back into the bed; Grissom’s face fell as he listened to what Nick was telling him. He could feel himself shudder as he replayed the kidnapping in his mind. Catherine’s screams echoed through every fiber of his being. Visions of her fighting to break free, anguish painted on her face. A million different things were running through his brain all at once.
Suddenly he no longer cared about himself or the fatigue that was plaguing his body. He could not ignore the sinking feeling that had begun to form in his stomach. It was an instinct that felt like someone had just sucker punched him. He feared if he didn’t act now, he could lose Catherine forever. He couldn’t let that happen. Not when he was finally working up the courage to confront her, to calling her on the sexual attraction that had lingered between them for over a decade of friendship. They were so close…
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“Hey Catherine, can I talk to you for a second? Alone in my office?” Grissom asked aware of the three lurking CSI’s just around the corner.
“Sure Grissom. But what’s so important that you don’t want Warrick, Sara, or Nick to know about it?” She replied, a mischievous smile crossing her face as she heard three loud groans.
“I think we’ve been had you guys” Warrick chuckled as the trio emerged sheepishly from around the corner.
“They are just so gossip starved Grissom.” Catherine laughed, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing from side to side.
“Don’t you three have work to do?” he asked raising his eyebrow. There was silence among the group as they thought out their answers. “Because if you don’t I am sure I could find something.”
“ Warrick? I was going to help you with that…uhh…you know…” Sara answered slapping him lightly on the shoulder.
“Oh, yea. The thing” the two of them nodded in agreement as if they expect Grissom to believe their little white lie.
“You know, I had better go help them. Just in case…” Nick added nervously.
“Oh, just go.” He waved them off, his hand brushing Catherine’s ever so lightly as he did so. Turning towards her he boldly grasped her hand and led her into his office away from the prying eyes of the CSI staff.
“Okay. Now that you have dragged me in here, would you mind telling me what this is all about?”
“Us.” He stated simply holding her hands gently in his.
“Oh Grissom, I’m not sure if this is such a smart idea…” He could see the conflicting emotions dancing in her eyes. Her head wasn’t sure but her heart longed for him.
“Please Cath. I know you can feel it, there’s something between us, something unexplainable.”
“You’re the last person I thought would ever say something’s ‘unexplainable’.” She smiled her thousand-watt smile as she spoke.
“ I know. But it’s true.”
“You’re right. Hell Gil, you’re always right, but I just don’t know.”
“One day. Just give me one day. Please. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“ I can get Mrs. Goodwin to watch Lindsey on Saturday. Pick me say around eleven?”
“Eleven it is.”
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In Grissom’s mind he just couldn’t believe it. A week ago they had been talking, laughing, reveling in concept of their new relationship. In a matter of what felt like two seconds, it was all ripped away from him, everything he had worked so hard for.
“Gris?”
“Grissom? You there?” Grissom shook himself from his thoughts when he noticed Nick waving a hand in front of his face.
“Sorry Nick. What were you saying?”
“ Let’s see I believe I was telling you that Brass is working the grave robbing angle, and Warrick’s back at the lab working on the fiber we found in the locker…err, I mean at the scene.”
“Okay then. Keep on it and update me as soon as you have anything pertinent. If I can’t go to CSI, then damnit I will bring it here.” Grissom’s face was set with determination as he dictated orders to Nick.
“I’ll get right on it.”
“And Nick…” Grissom called, as the two junior CSI’s were about to leave. Nick turned his head back around to face his boss
“ Yea Gris?”
“Thanks, for your help.”
“ No problem. I understand.” He replied glancing sadly at Sara who was standing next to him. Grissom’s watchful eye caught it and knew something was very wrong. But to tired to question it, Grissom laid back, falling asleep almost instantaneously; thoughts of Catherine lingering in his dreams.
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Take my heart;
take my eyes
I need them no more
If never again they fall
Upon the one I so adore...
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To be continued…
I rushed this chapter for all of you since I am going on vacation tomorrow. No updates for at least a week, I will be back the 5th of August. I hope that it’s okay.