Footsteps that're loud as all hell. She assumes it's Timmy, clomping up the stairs, and she smiles a little to herself, finding it funny. She'd gotten his message, and he'd sounded a little strange- she'd been in the shower, anyway, having just woken up from a nap- and promptly threw The Tanktop on along with yoga pants and sandals and hopped in her car, driving to his place where she found the door unlocked. She played with Brooklyn for a bit, before she stretched out on his couch, remembering the way everything had been the last time she was over.
God. Before things got this complicated.
He comes in the door, plays with Brooklyn for a few moments, and she stands and just smiles at the picture they make. She could spend a lot of years, maybe even her entire life, with that. She walks over to him, crouches down as best she can, reaching out to brush his cheek with her fingertips. "Hey, baby," she says quietly, the peaceful happiness obvious in her voice, as her fingertips trace down to his hand and over his knuckles. "C'mere."
Timmy gives her a small smile and stands up, fingers slipping against her own as he tugs her over, giving her a tender kiss on the lips as Brooklyn toddles off to his small bed in the corner and flops into it.
His arm slides around her, resting on her lower back as he rests his forehead against her own for a moment and then he pulls away, heading for the kitchen he grabs a can of Coke and leans against the counter idly.
She smiles back at him, kissing him sweetly, wanting more once the kiss breaks- of course she wants more- and she just relaxes into the nearness of him as he rests his forehead against hers, and she takes the opportunity to kiss the tip of his nose.
She follows him into the kitchen, regarding him quizzically. "No... why would I do that?"
Because she hasn't heard from him since... since the Halloween party, just about.
Timmy blinks over at her. "You haven't heard? Grissom was attacked." He states it quietly, rolling the Coke can around between his fingers. "I went to see him." Timmy starts tossing it from one hand to the other idly, watching her with a careful eye.
"A few months ago, Grissom and I were.. together.." He gazes down at the can now. "I went back there today to tell him how I felt. He told me he couldn't reciprocate those feelings until I stopped loving Horatio." Timmy flinches again at the echo of Gil's tone. Sadness.
"Anyway I just figured I should tell you. I didn't want any secrets with us."
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God. Before things got this complicated.
He comes in the door, plays with Brooklyn for a few moments, and she stands and just smiles at the picture they make. She could spend a lot of years, maybe even her entire life, with that. She walks over to him, crouches down as best she can, reaching out to brush his cheek with her fingertips. "Hey, baby," she says quietly, the peaceful happiness obvious in her voice, as her fingertips trace down to his hand and over his knuckles. "C'mere."
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His arm slides around her, resting on her lower back as he rests his forehead against her own for a moment and then he pulls away, heading for the kitchen he grabs a can of Coke and leans against the counter idly.
"Have you gone to see Grissom yet?"
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She follows him into the kitchen, regarding him quizzically. "No... why would I do that?"
Because she hasn't heard from him since... since the Halloween party, just about.
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"A few months ago, Grissom and I were.. together.." He gazes down at the can now. "I went back there today to tell him how I felt. He told me he couldn't reciprocate those feelings until I stopped loving Horatio." Timmy flinches again at the echo of Gil's tone. Sadness.
"Anyway I just figured I should tell you. I didn't want any secrets with us."
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