Fic: Taken, Catherine/Grissom (5/?)
Title: Taken
Rating: R
Pairing: Catherine Willows/Gil Grissom
Genre: Drama/Romance
Summary: You don't know what you've got until it's Taken.
Total Length: 3,800+ words
Status: WIP
: Chapter 1 :
: Chapter 2 :
: Chapter 3 :
: Chapter 4 :
Chapter 5
He couldn't believe it. She was gone. The house was empty, Warrick had sensed his guilt and sadness and had sent him out while the others worked.
As he stood outside he whispered her name into the summer breeze. Once again thinking back to times before, this time a lot further into the past.
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He could still remember what she looked like when he had first introduced himself that night. Her strawberry blonde hair was slightly longer than it was now, resting gently upon her porcelain shoulders. She was wearing a red tank top and black slacks, if it hadn't been for the baby blue lab coat she wore, he would have thought her to be one of the models from the latest
case. She was sitting at the desk, looking into the microscope, writing notes without looking up. He couldn't help watching her, he didn't want to disturb her and he didn't mind waiting. It wasn't until a few minutes later that she did look up and caught him looking at her. He quickly tore his eyes from her and looked at the floor, hoping that she hadn't noticed.
When he at last looked up at her, the smirk she wore told him that she had seen him, feeling his face begin to flush, he once again looked anywhere but at her.
"I'm guessing you were standing there for a reason, not just to stare at me." The teasing tone she used made him once again look at her, this time her smirk had turned into a full blown smile that seemed to light up the entire lab.
"Um, actually I came to see if the evidence I sent from the murder case had been processed yet?" He watched as she stood up and reached behind him.
"Here you are. The other lab tech finished them before he left, said he'd paged you, guess he didn't." She said as she handed him the slip of paper, and returned to her sitting position at the desk.
"Thanks. I'm Gil Grissom by the way." He replied, hoping to catch her name before he left.
"I know." Was her cryptic response. Sighing at yet another failed attempt at human contact he turned to leave. "I'm Catherine." He turned back to her to find another smile filling her face.
"Well thank you Catherine, and if we close this case by the end of shift would you like to get some coffee to celebrate?" He wasn't usually that open around people, especially not people he had only just met, but there was something about Catherine, the way she looked at him, he wasn't sure but he just felt that he could talk to her.
"Sure." Smiling to himself, he left the lab, only just catching her last words.
"Hope you solve the case" His smile widened further.
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He smiled at the memory, he had solved the case that night, and they had gone out for coffee and breakfast and she told him about her past, and he had openly told her about his. That had been the first meeting of many, and their friendship had just grown stronger every time.
He didn't stop the tears that began to trickle down his cheek. He couldn't stop the thoughts from filling his mind, he may have lost his best friend, so instead he slipped back into his Tahoe and let the memories flood back.
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He had held her when she arrived at his door. Held her while she cried.
Whispering reassurances that her husband really did love her and hadn't wanted to hurt her, while his head and heart were filled with hatred towards the man. The man that had hit Catherine.
He did that for years after, every time she arrived at his door, sporting another injury, he would hold her and sooth her. Even after Lindsey was born, he was there waiting for her, every day. He didn't believe that a man like Eddie would ever change, and it wasn't long before he was proved right.
She turned up on his doorstep, Lindsey in her arms, bruising already present around her left eye, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. Only once Lindsey was tucked up safely on his bed, did Catherine allow the tears to cascade down her cheeks, grimacing as the salty water hit the cut just above her lips. Again he held her, but he had no words to comfort her with. He could no longer say anything nice about Eddie. All he could do was be there for Catherine and try to get her to see sense about her husband. He hoped she would wake up and see him for who he was before he hurt her anymore.
Eventually she had woken up to Eddie. She had caught him cheating on her and had taken Lindsey to his townhouse. He held her as she cried about Eddie, for what he knew would be the last time. Then he had carried her to his room, where Lindsey was sleeping, and, careful not to wake the little girl, she placed the sleeping Catherine down next to her. Watching them
from the door he realised that they each held a part of his heart.
Catherine was no longer his friend, she was his love and he had vowed never to let anything hurt them again.
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He broke down at that last thought. He had broken that vow to her. He hadn't been there to help her, to keep her from harm.
As he sat in the Tahoe waiting for Warrick to bring him evidence, he cried for the broken vow and made a new one. If, no when, he found Catherine, he would tell her how he felt and ask her to make another vow with him, one he would never break.
: tbc :
reviews are like chocolates, i devour them and then wish there were more.
Rating: R
Pairing: Catherine Willows/Gil Grissom
Genre: Drama/Romance
Summary: You don't know what you've got until it's Taken.
Total Length: 3,800+ words
Status: WIP
: Chapter 1 :
: Chapter 2 :
: Chapter 3 :
: Chapter 4 :
Chapter 5
He couldn't believe it. She was gone. The house was empty, Warrick had sensed his guilt and sadness and had sent him out while the others worked.
As he stood outside he whispered her name into the summer breeze. Once again thinking back to times before, this time a lot further into the past.
***************
He could still remember what she looked like when he had first introduced himself that night. Her strawberry blonde hair was slightly longer than it was now, resting gently upon her porcelain shoulders. She was wearing a red tank top and black slacks, if it hadn't been for the baby blue lab coat she wore, he would have thought her to be one of the models from the latest
case. She was sitting at the desk, looking into the microscope, writing notes without looking up. He couldn't help watching her, he didn't want to disturb her and he didn't mind waiting. It wasn't until a few minutes later that she did look up and caught him looking at her. He quickly tore his eyes from her and looked at the floor, hoping that she hadn't noticed.
When he at last looked up at her, the smirk she wore told him that she had seen him, feeling his face begin to flush, he once again looked anywhere but at her.
"I'm guessing you were standing there for a reason, not just to stare at me." The teasing tone she used made him once again look at her, this time her smirk had turned into a full blown smile that seemed to light up the entire lab.
"Um, actually I came to see if the evidence I sent from the murder case had been processed yet?" He watched as she stood up and reached behind him.
"Here you are. The other lab tech finished them before he left, said he'd paged you, guess he didn't." She said as she handed him the slip of paper, and returned to her sitting position at the desk.
"Thanks. I'm Gil Grissom by the way." He replied, hoping to catch her name before he left.
"I know." Was her cryptic response. Sighing at yet another failed attempt at human contact he turned to leave. "I'm Catherine." He turned back to her to find another smile filling her face.
"Well thank you Catherine, and if we close this case by the end of shift would you like to get some coffee to celebrate?" He wasn't usually that open around people, especially not people he had only just met, but there was something about Catherine, the way she looked at him, he wasn't sure but he just felt that he could talk to her.
"Sure." Smiling to himself, he left the lab, only just catching her last words.
"Hope you solve the case" His smile widened further.
*********************
He smiled at the memory, he had solved the case that night, and they had gone out for coffee and breakfast and she told him about her past, and he had openly told her about his. That had been the first meeting of many, and their friendship had just grown stronger every time.
He didn't stop the tears that began to trickle down his cheek. He couldn't stop the thoughts from filling his mind, he may have lost his best friend, so instead he slipped back into his Tahoe and let the memories flood back.
*********************
He had held her when she arrived at his door. Held her while she cried.
Whispering reassurances that her husband really did love her and hadn't wanted to hurt her, while his head and heart were filled with hatred towards the man. The man that had hit Catherine.
He did that for years after, every time she arrived at his door, sporting another injury, he would hold her and sooth her. Even after Lindsey was born, he was there waiting for her, every day. He didn't believe that a man like Eddie would ever change, and it wasn't long before he was proved right.
She turned up on his doorstep, Lindsey in her arms, bruising already present around her left eye, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. Only once Lindsey was tucked up safely on his bed, did Catherine allow the tears to cascade down her cheeks, grimacing as the salty water hit the cut just above her lips. Again he held her, but he had no words to comfort her with. He could no longer say anything nice about Eddie. All he could do was be there for Catherine and try to get her to see sense about her husband. He hoped she would wake up and see him for who he was before he hurt her anymore.
Eventually she had woken up to Eddie. She had caught him cheating on her and had taken Lindsey to his townhouse. He held her as she cried about Eddie, for what he knew would be the last time. Then he had carried her to his room, where Lindsey was sleeping, and, careful not to wake the little girl, she placed the sleeping Catherine down next to her. Watching them
from the door he realised that they each held a part of his heart.
Catherine was no longer his friend, she was his love and he had vowed never to let anything hurt them again.
************************
He broke down at that last thought. He had broken that vow to her. He hadn't been there to help her, to keep her from harm.
As he sat in the Tahoe waiting for Warrick to bring him evidence, he cried for the broken vow and made a new one. If, no when, he found Catherine, he would tell her how he felt and ask her to make another vow with him, one he would never break.
: tbc :
reviews are like chocolates, i devour them and then wish there were more.