| Moods - by kyrdwyn |
| Rated: NC-17 Spoilers: None Synopsis: Elizabeth comes home in a bad mood - can Gil figure out why? |
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| CSI, Gil Grissom and company, and places and etc are all property of Anthony Zuiker, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, and other companies. They did not condone this fic, and I am not getting paid for it. I write because I want to. All other characters not appearing on CSI in any way, shape, or form that appear in this story are my property. If you have any comments - good or bad, feel free to e-mail me at: toxicrev@yahoo.com |
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| Gil could tell by the sound of the front door slamming that Elizabeth was in a bad mood. Something must have happened during the night shift at the hospital. He turned from the stove to watch her storm into the living room. A furious Elizabeth was a sight to behold. Her eyes were spitting green flame as she tossed her jacket and keys onto the table. She stalked across the living room, not saying a word to him. Her entire body was rigid, as if she was trying to keep herself together. She yanked open the refrigerator, and she finally spoke. "Damn it, Gil, do you have to keep these damn insects in the fridge?" Gil didn't say anything as Elizabeth reached in and around his insect jars and petrie dishes to grab a bottle of juice. He merely raised an eyebrow as she opened the bottle and drank directly from it, gulping it down like she'd been thirsty for days. She finished off the bottle and slammed the door to the refrigerator. Without looking at him, she tossed the bottle in the trash and headed for their bedroom. Gil carefully set the frying pan on a cool burner and turned off the one he had been using. He could hear Elizabeth in the bedroom, muttering indistinctly. Every few seconds, her voice would rise and he could make out a few words - usually curses. He heard the closet door slam, the bathroom door slam, and then the sound of the shower being turned on. He stood in the kitchen, unsure of himself. He'd never seen Elizabeth like this before. He knew she wasn't angry with him, but he didn't know what she was angry at. Usually, she would come home and want to talk about it - announcing her displeasure as soon as he was within sight. This mood was unsettling. He sighed. He had to go see what was bothering her, see if she was okay. He entered their bedroom, noticing that the closet door had come back open in reaction to the force she'd used to close it. He could see her shoes and clothes had been strewn on the floor - she hadn't even tried to make the hamper. The shower was still running, the bathroom door closed. Cautiously he knocked on the door. When he got no answer, he tested the knob. It turned easily under his hand, and the door swung open. Expecting to see Elizabeth's form behind the shower curtain, he was alarmed to see her sitting on the floor, her head resting on her knees. Her body was shaking. "Elizabeth?" he called softly, almost hesitantly. When she looked up, he saw the tears spilling from her eyes down her cheeks. She looked at him for a few seconds before her head dropped to her knees again, her arms wrapping around her legs. This time he could hear her crying. He crossed the room, sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her. She drew away from his touch, and he let his arm drop, stung by her rejection. For a few more minutes he sat there, watching her cry. Again he tried to comfort her, but she pulled away from him. Angry now at her withdrawal, he got up and left her to her tears. Back in the kitchen, he tossed what remained of his breakfast down the garbage disposal. He stared at the sink, wishing he understood what was going on with Elizabeth. He was worried, she took her work at the hospital to heart so often. He wondered if a patient had died on her tonight - that always made her react emotionally. She'd never pulled away from him before, though. Quite the opposite - she usually dove into his arms and wouldn't let him go. He did the same with her after rough nights at the lab. He looked toward the bedroom as the water sounds changed - as if she were actually in the shower now. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to go to her, to put his arms around her and not let go until she told him what was wrong. The water stopped. Gil listened for her usual sounds, but didn't hear any. He lashed out with a hand, knocking his glass off the counter. He hated holes, in cases or in his personal life. Not even bothering to clean up the mess, he stormed back into the bedroom, determined to find out what was wrong. Elizabeth was standing in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. Her blonde hair was wet, pulled over her one shoulder. She looked up and caught his eyes in the mirror. Her eyes were still red, but no trace of anger remained. Instead, they reflected despair, regret, and oddly - relief. He stayed in the doorway, watching her. "I'm sorry, Gil." He stayed silent. She sighed, turning around to lean back against the counter. She crossed her arms and hung her head. "I was on break around three this morning when Marlene told me they were bringing in a CSI with a gun shot wound to the head." "Yeah, Henry McGowan, from day shift. He was with the cops when the suspect took a few shots at them." Elizabeth shuddered. "I know. I found out who it was later." Gil walked into the room, stopping close to her. "Was it bad?" He didn't understand what was bothering her. She dealt with trauma victims every night. "I wasn't on that case." Suddenly Elizabeth turned and launched herself at Gil, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. He staggered back a little, his arms coming up to hold her. She didn't cry, didn't say a word, just stood there holding onto him like he was a lifeline. He waited for her to speak, and his patience was finally rewarded. "All I knew is that they had brought someone from CSI. I didn't know who, and I was so scared, and so relieved when I realized it wasn't you." Gil closed his eyes, holding her tighter and rubbing her back. "I felt so guilty for feeling so relieved. I mean, Henry isn't going home to his family, but I couldn't help feeling glad that you would be coming home to me." "Oh, Elizabeth…." They stood there, holding each other. Gil realized Elizabeth had been angry with herself this morning, angry over her feelings of relief that he wasn't the CSI in intensive care when she knew the CSI who was. She'd withdrawn from him because of those feelings. "I'm sorry, Gil. I just couldn't deal with it when I got home." "It's all right." She learned her head back, her green eyes filled with emotion. "I just hadn't realized how scared I was of losing you." She stretched up to kiss him lightly, her lips trembling. He kissed her back, feeling her need for reassurance that she wasn't wrong to feel the way she did. Her need for his forgiveness also came through, and he pulled her as close to him as she could, not caring that his clothing was getting soaked. All that mattered to him at that moment was Elizabeth. He could feel when her mood changed, when she no longer wanted to apologize and instead just wanted him. She arched her body into his, her hands pulling his shirt out from the back of his slacks. Her hands slid up the skin of his back, and he drew in his breath. He let her go long enough to pull his shirt over his head, while she let the towel drop from her body. God, she was beautiful. She came back to him, letting her hands slide over his chest and down to his waist. He could tell that she needed to be in control this morning, so he let her. She had him undressed quickly, her mouth sliding over his skin. She grabbed him and pulled him down to the tile floor with her. He came down on top of her, their mouths meeting in a desperate need for comfort, to know they still had each other. He broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes, seeing in them her fear of losing him. He gently brushed his lips over her forehead and then each eye. She grabbed him and pulled him to her, her hips arching up to make his entry easier. He entered her, feeling her tighten around him. He heard her whisper his name as he gently slid out and back in. He threaded his hands through her hair, his mouth coming down on hers again. Their tongues dueled as their bodies rose and fell together. Elizabeth held onto Gil tighter, wrapping her legs around him. "Please," she whispered against his lips. He thrust into her harder, his mouth moving from hers down to where her neck met her shoulder. He suckled on her skin, listening to her soft gasps for air. Her arms and legs suddenly locked around him hard as she came, calling out his name over and over. He moved back up to swallow her cries with his mouth as he reached his own climax, breathing her name into her mouth. It was several minutes before either of them wanted to move. They lay there on the tile floor, still holding onto each other. Finally Elizabeth stirred beneath him, and he looked down to see her smiling. "What?" he asked with an answering smile. "Nothing." He raised an eyebrow and rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He began to tickle her ribs, and she laughed, pushing against his chest to get away from him. "What were you smiling about, Dr. Wilson?" She looked down at him, eyes alight with laughter. "I was actually thinking about us, and children." He went still, his blue eyes staring into hers. "You're not…." She shook her head. "No. But I can't help but wonder about it - we're not as careful as we should be." She leaned down to kiss him. "I think you'd make a wonderful father." He cupped her cheek with his palm. "You'd be a wonderful mother, Elizabeth." After a few moments of silent communication, Elizabeth reluctantly stood up. "Come on, I feel like making breakfast for my favorite entomologist." She winked at him as she left the bathroom. Gil got up and followed her in time to get hit in the face by a bathrobe. He pulled it off to see her standing there in her robe, grinning. He let the robe drop to the floor and advanced on her. "I don't think I want food right now," he whispered suggestively as he pushed her down onto the bed. She giggled, not resisting as he showed her exactly what he was hungry for. |
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