| Perchance to Dream - by kyrdwyn |
| Rated: G Spoilers: None Synopsis: Elizabeth returns to Gil |
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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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| The sight of the woman asleep on his couch stopped him in his tracks. The blonde hair spilling over her face, the shape of her body, the sound of her breathing - all were familiar to him, even after all these years. Slowly, he walked across the floor to the couch, trying not to wake her up. He wanted to watch her for as long as he could, just to enjoy having her here again, with him. He knelt down by the couch, just watching her sleep, as he had so many times in the past - both before and after they had become lovers. Despite eight years apart, he was still deeply in love with her. He'd probably been in love with her from the beginning, just never realizing it. He'd enjoyed their friendship, enjoyed being able to have conversations with her about their classes, other friends. She sighed and smiled in her sleep, a smile that had always made him feel like he was on top of the world. He wondered what she was dreaming about. Their time together -- the trips to the mountains, the roller coaster rides, the practical jokes? He frowned, wondering if she regretted their last argument as much as he did. Did she, on sleepless nights, wonder what would have happened if either of them had backed down that night? For the first month after she'd gone he'd held back tears on more nights than he could count, staring at the phone and wishing she would call. Wishing he had the courage to call her hospital in Boston and find her, apologize; tell her he would come with her anywhere. He reached out hesitantly, fingertips lightly brushing over her hair. God, how he loved her. Even now, he wanted her back. If she asked him to come with her, he'd go. Gently he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, then on the lips. She stirred, her green eyes opening. She looked up at him with love and regret in her eyes. "Hey there, beautiful." She smiled at him, sitting up and shaking her head to clear the sleep away. "I hope you don't mind, but you never changed your locks." He reached up to push a lock of hair away from her cheek. "I'm just glad you're here. I've missed you so much." She leaned her face into his hand. "I've missed you too. I have so many things I need to tell you." "I need to apologize. I shouldn't have been so stubborn." "I shouldn't have either. I should have stayed with you. He smiled tenderly at her. "If we're not careful we'll start the argument again." She smiled again, a little sadly. "I think we probably have new arguments by now." "I don't want to argue with you at all. I just want to hold you and never let go." She slipped off the couch and into his arms. "That sounds good to me." She wrapped her arms around him and sighed against his skin. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her. Memories rushed back, making him long for the chance to go back and change the past eight years. "I need to tell you something. I'm just afraid of what you'll say. I'm afraid you'll be angry with me." "I could never be angry with you. I love you." She angled her head up to look at him. "I've kept something from you, Gil. Something big. Something I should have told you years ago." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "I promise not to get angry." She smiled sadly again. "That's sweet of you." She pulled away from him a little, looking down at the floor. "I don’t know where to begin." "Begin where ever you want." "When I left…well…I didn't know…or I would have said something…" He hugged her. "Hey, it's okay." She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting her uncertainty. "Gil, we have a…" The shrilling sound of the telephone woke Grissom up from his dream. He stared at the ceiling, fighting coming awake out of the dream. He took in a breath and knew he was awake when he couldn't smell her perfume anymore. He rolled over and picked up the phone. He listened for a second, then told Brass he would be there. He put the phone down and got up, going into his living room, a tiny shred of hope in his heart. Bleakly he gazed at the empty couch. It had just been a dream. Elizabeth wasn't here. |
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