That's not a car...

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Who: Gil Grissom and Giselle
When: a few days after the party
Where: Lobby
What: Grissom sets up a dance for Giselle [COMPLETE]

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After returning to his room, Grissom got onto the computer and sent a message - more out of sheer curiosity, than anything - and collected his small CD player and the CD he'd collected from the garage. Making sure he had the walkie-talkie, too, Grissom left his room and headed downstairs.

He moved into the lobby and glanced around, but saw no one. "Hello?" he called out. When there was no answer, he shrugged and moved over to the desk and set the CD player down. Moving over to plug it in to the wall, he gave another look around and then turned the device on, making sure the volume was at the right level.

Once he was content with that, Grissom reached for the walkie-talkie and pressed the button to alert Giselle.

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Giselle heard the walkie talkie thing that Mister Grissom gave her beep and she picked it up. She pressed the button like he taught her, "hello? Who is it?" Yes, she asked, even though she knows who it is.

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Grissom made a face at the question and waited for the click, so that he could reply. "I need you to do something," he said into the radio, then let go of the button.

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She waited until she heard a click and answered his question. "What do you need me to do?" She took a second before remembering to release the button. "Sorr=" *click*

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She tried to imagine him kissing one of his male friends and chuckled.

"You do too get all moony". She tried to imitate his expression, but collasped into giggles. Then she hugged him. "I think it's wonderful that you have someone to cre about!"

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He was glad she hugged him, if all else than because it meant she couldn't see his face.

He didn't feel that way about Catherine. He'd told Eddie, Sara and Heather. Hell, he'd told Catherine once, following a rather ugly blowup with Eddie.

He cared about her, yes. But that wasn't love. Not the love Giselle was talking about.

It wasn't like he had ever thought about debating the finer points of blood spatter with Catherine when they were eighty, both in nursing homes and arguing about whether or not Jell-O was actually food.

It wasn't, by the way, no matter what she said.

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She pulled away from the hug with a smile. She knew he cared about someone and that was all that mattered. Perhaos someday he would give her true love's kiss. For now, she would be happy with the knowledge. "Can we still dance?" She asked.

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Grissom gave her a warm smile and nodded. "For as long as you want."

Or until the man behind the desk showed up and shooed them away.