What if I said

By Clara

Disclaimer: They’re not mine

Info: First part of twenty

Year: 2024

Archive: My site, Working Love,

Rating: PG

Category: CGR

Author’s notes: This started as answer to a challenge over at ‘Working Love’ and some how it turned into this! Thanks to Jo and Erin for the beta! None of the fics in this series will have a summary on them. I don’t want to give it away!!!

Dedication: To the wonderful Jo R. What would I do without ya? ;)

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“Gil, wake up!”

Catherine shook the unconscious man and breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes began to open.

“Catherine? What are we doing out here?”

She glanced around at their surroundings and shivered before turning back to Gil and explained what had happened.

They had been working the crime scene of a mother and daughters shooting when Catherine had felt the cold barrel of a gun against the back of her neck. When Grissom had entered the room the person whom Catherine assumed was the killer, had panicked and shot him in the shoulder.

For some reason she couldn’t quite fathom, rather than leave them at the scene and make a run for it, the man had decided to bundle them in a car and drive out to the middle of Diablo Canyon before driving off and leaving Catherine and Gil deserted.

Catherine was more than ready to admit she was scared. This was the first time Gil had woken up since he’d past out from pain in the car and the wound in his shoulder didn’t look good.

Sighing, Gil blinking before sitting up slowly, wincing as his wound made it self felt. “Any idea how far out we are?”

She shook her head and looked around again, “No way to tell, took us awhile to get here though.” She knew she should have tried to keep an eye on the cars mile ohmmeter, but at the time she’d been more worried about trying to stop him bleeding.

“Any one see us leave?”

“No one.”

Gil brought his hand up and gingerly prodded his shoulder before getting Catherine to pull the cloth she’d found in the car and tied around the wound, tighter.

Assessing the situation he asked, “Any chance of walking out of here?” but wasn’t surprised when she shook her head again in the negative.

They sat in silence for awhile then, both trying to come up with ideas to get them out of their present situation. As darkness began to fall they huddled together, both knowing how desert nights could be and that they couldn’t afford to lose any body heat.

Catherine watched as Gil slowly fell into a fitful sleep, the pain in his shoulder obviously bothering him. It was only when he began to settle down that she began to reminisce about how they had reached this point.

~ We’ve been friends, for a long, long time, you tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you mine. ~

What if I said? - Steve Wonder and Anita Cochrane