FF :: Cupid's Chokehold (32 - Interlude)
Title: Cupid's Chokehold
Author: GraveyardIntern
Rating: CSI-1
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: I don't own them. I only wish I did.
Summary: " It was because Cupid had fired his smoking gun blindly, in the wrong direction."
Writer's Note: HAVE FUN AND REVIEW PLEASEE!!!!!
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Chapter 32: Interlude
“What’s going on?”
Catherine splashed her face with cold water, leaving the noisy waterfall on. She refused to open her eyes, refused to look at her reflection in the mirror. She refused to accept the fact that something was wrong. She finally opened her eyes and saw Sofia’s reflection.
“What do you mean?” Catherine asked, nonchalantly, splashing her face once more. “I’m just feeling a bit feverish, that’s all.”
“Oh come on, Catherine. I know we haven’t been the closest of friends but I’m not stupid. I’m a woman too and I think something’s off.” Sofia replied, crossing her arms and leaning on the wall. “You enjoyed that a little too much, I think. That and the whole deal on the floor.”
Catherine turned the water off and straightened her hair, untying the bun and tying it again.
“Look, Sofia. I’m just a little under the influence and if my actions are a little bolder than usual, that’s nothing new when it comes to alcohol.” She answered, trying to hide the blush that she felt rising to her cheeks. His lower lip.
“You and Gil are the same.” Sofia muttered, turning to leave.
“Wait what?” Catherine asked, suddenly intrigued, but Sofia had already turned and left the washroom.
Even Catherine did not understand what was going through her head. She was definitely not drunk enough for her behavior to change. She had kept the alcohol under control tonight but she knew that Gil had had his share. Yet when she remembered his straight walk, his straight face, and his smooth talk, she could not believe that he had consumed as much as he had. He seemed perfectly capable of making conscious and moral decisions. Then what was it?
“Damn you, Gil Grissom.” She muttered. She dried her hands on her pants. Looking at her reflection one last time, she walked out.
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“What’s up with you?”
Gil splashed his face with cold water, running his wet hands through his hair. He breathed heavily, trying to calm his racing heart. He hoped it was just the alcohol that was making him so anxious.
“I don’t know, Jim.” Gil replied honestly. He closed his eyes, listening to the water fall from the tap onto the sink and into the drains. He splashed the wet water onto his neck and forearms, somehow trying to cool down his rising body temperature. Her upper lip.
“Grissom. What are you going to do about this? You can’t keep running around the question. I know you guys both know what is going on. If you don’t talk about this, it’s going to get very bad very soon.”
“No, Jim. Don’t you understand that as soon as one of us mentions the thing that is going on between us, it’s over? It puts everything else in jeopardy. If this remains unspoken and thrown on the back burner, she lives happily and peacefully and I get my closure somehow.” He replied, hoping this would come true.
“You aren’t going to be able to help yourself. I know you have amazing amounts of self-control, but you’re a man. A man can’t see straight when it comes to the matters of a woman. Especially if it’s a woman you are in love with.” Jim retorted, crossing his arms.
“I think I’m going to go home Jim.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“That’s okay. I’m going to take a cab. I need some time to think.” Gil replied, shaking his hands free of the water droplets. He rubbed his eyes.
“I need to find you another woman.” Jim muttered, turning to leave the washroom. Gil tried to throw a glare his way, but Jim was already out of range.
Gil Grissom looked at himself in the mirror, noticing his increasingly gray hair, the wrinkles around his eyes, his facial hair showing obvious signs of neglect. He shook his head slowly, secretly smiling to himself.
“God damn it.”
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When Catherine arrived back at the table, Gil was apparently getting ready to leave. He was putting his blazer back on, rummaging his pockets for his belongings. She frowned and walked slightly quicker to the table.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I think I need to leave…leave you guys alone. I think I’ve…yeah.” He didn’t finish his sentence.
“I’ll take you home.” Catherine piped up, silencing the team.
“I promise I won’t drive myself. Just have fun the rest of the night, okay? I’ll talk to you soon.”
“How the hell am I supposed to have fun when you’re about to topple over from alcohol?”
“I’m not about to topple over! What do I have to tell you to get you to relax?” He asked, the tension rising. “You know what? Whatever. I’m not going to ruin these guys’ nights too. I’ve already ruined yours.”
“Aw, Griss. No man. You were lots of fun tonight. Don’t worry about it, and make Catherine happy. That’s all that matters to us.” Warrick told him, and Grissom felt a strange rush of emotion.
“I think the only way of doing that is leaving.” He replied, receiving an unbelieving look from Catherine. “And if I can’t do that, I’ll just have to step away. No matter how...” His mouth so no longer under his control and he realized that his emotional dam was on the verge of breaking. He knew he had to leave before it got out of hand. “I’m off guys! I’ll see you all tomorrow. That is if I survive tonight.” He got up from the bench and started to head for the door.
Author: GraveyardIntern
Rating: CSI-1
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: I don't own them. I only wish I did.
Summary: " It was because Cupid had fired his smoking gun blindly, in the wrong direction."
Writer's Note: HAVE FUN AND REVIEW PLEASEE!!!!!
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Chapter 32: Interlude
“What’s going on?”
Catherine splashed her face with cold water, leaving the noisy waterfall on. She refused to open her eyes, refused to look at her reflection in the mirror. She refused to accept the fact that something was wrong. She finally opened her eyes and saw Sofia’s reflection.
“What do you mean?” Catherine asked, nonchalantly, splashing her face once more. “I’m just feeling a bit feverish, that’s all.”
“Oh come on, Catherine. I know we haven’t been the closest of friends but I’m not stupid. I’m a woman too and I think something’s off.” Sofia replied, crossing her arms and leaning on the wall. “You enjoyed that a little too much, I think. That and the whole deal on the floor.”
Catherine turned the water off and straightened her hair, untying the bun and tying it again.
“Look, Sofia. I’m just a little under the influence and if my actions are a little bolder than usual, that’s nothing new when it comes to alcohol.” She answered, trying to hide the blush that she felt rising to her cheeks. His lower lip.
“You and Gil are the same.” Sofia muttered, turning to leave.
“Wait what?” Catherine asked, suddenly intrigued, but Sofia had already turned and left the washroom.
Even Catherine did not understand what was going through her head. She was definitely not drunk enough for her behavior to change. She had kept the alcohol under control tonight but she knew that Gil had had his share. Yet when she remembered his straight walk, his straight face, and his smooth talk, she could not believe that he had consumed as much as he had. He seemed perfectly capable of making conscious and moral decisions. Then what was it?
“Damn you, Gil Grissom.” She muttered. She dried her hands on her pants. Looking at her reflection one last time, she walked out.
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“What’s up with you?”
Gil splashed his face with cold water, running his wet hands through his hair. He breathed heavily, trying to calm his racing heart. He hoped it was just the alcohol that was making him so anxious.
“I don’t know, Jim.” Gil replied honestly. He closed his eyes, listening to the water fall from the tap onto the sink and into the drains. He splashed the wet water onto his neck and forearms, somehow trying to cool down his rising body temperature. Her upper lip.
“Grissom. What are you going to do about this? You can’t keep running around the question. I know you guys both know what is going on. If you don’t talk about this, it’s going to get very bad very soon.”
“No, Jim. Don’t you understand that as soon as one of us mentions the thing that is going on between us, it’s over? It puts everything else in jeopardy. If this remains unspoken and thrown on the back burner, she lives happily and peacefully and I get my closure somehow.” He replied, hoping this would come true.
“You aren’t going to be able to help yourself. I know you have amazing amounts of self-control, but you’re a man. A man can’t see straight when it comes to the matters of a woman. Especially if it’s a woman you are in love with.” Jim retorted, crossing his arms.
“I think I’m going to go home Jim.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“That’s okay. I’m going to take a cab. I need some time to think.” Gil replied, shaking his hands free of the water droplets. He rubbed his eyes.
“I need to find you another woman.” Jim muttered, turning to leave the washroom. Gil tried to throw a glare his way, but Jim was already out of range.
Gil Grissom looked at himself in the mirror, noticing his increasingly gray hair, the wrinkles around his eyes, his facial hair showing obvious signs of neglect. He shook his head slowly, secretly smiling to himself.
“God damn it.”
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When Catherine arrived back at the table, Gil was apparently getting ready to leave. He was putting his blazer back on, rummaging his pockets for his belongings. She frowned and walked slightly quicker to the table.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I think I need to leave…leave you guys alone. I think I’ve…yeah.” He didn’t finish his sentence.
“I’ll take you home.” Catherine piped up, silencing the team.
“I promise I won’t drive myself. Just have fun the rest of the night, okay? I’ll talk to you soon.”
“How the hell am I supposed to have fun when you’re about to topple over from alcohol?”
“I’m not about to topple over! What do I have to tell you to get you to relax?” He asked, the tension rising. “You know what? Whatever. I’m not going to ruin these guys’ nights too. I’ve already ruined yours.”
“Aw, Griss. No man. You were lots of fun tonight. Don’t worry about it, and make Catherine happy. That’s all that matters to us.” Warrick told him, and Grissom felt a strange rush of emotion.
“I think the only way of doing that is leaving.” He replied, receiving an unbelieving look from Catherine. “And if I can’t do that, I’ll just have to step away. No matter how...” His mouth so no longer under his control and he realized that his emotional dam was on the verge of breaking. He knew he had to leave before it got out of hand. “I’m off guys! I’ll see you all tomorrow. That is if I survive tonight.” He got up from the bench and started to head for the door.