Grown men don’t cry

By Clara

Disclaimer: They’re not mine

Info: 15^th part of 20.

Year: 2024

Archive: My site, Working Love, ShipperWorld, Catherine Willows, Graveshift

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 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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He hadn’t told her. They’d done so much and been through so much together and he still hadn’t told her.

She supposed she should have worked it out sooner. She knew his family history and the signs had definitely been there but she hadn’t wanted to recognise them.

Catherine sighed and titled her head back, staring at the door of his office, her arms crossed and a frown marring her face.

She hadn’t let herself think about it until they had left the courtroom, they’d gotten the right result but the case had cost Grissom something. Of that she was sure.

Making her mind up, Catherine walked towards the office and knocked quickly, not giving herself any time to change her mind.

“Come in!”
 

She entered the room and closed the door swiftly behind, Catherine turned and looked at the man sitting behind the desk. He gave her a half smile and she thought she saw realisation flash through his eyes.

“When were you gonna tell me?”

Gil took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I’m not sure… soon.”

She sat down opposite him and tried to hide her emotions. “How progressed is it?”

“There are times when I can’t hear at all. Most of the time I’m fine but it is getting worse.” He glanced down at his hands before continuing. “I was going to tell you Cath. I just… I just wanted to come to terms with it myself first.”

She shook her head and looked away, not wanting him to see how hard this was for her. Hot when he needed her.

“Cath? It’s going to be fine.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?” She laughed slightly at the role reversal and leaned back in the chair. “What happens now?”

“Now? Well, we keep doing our jobs and try to get past this. I can still do this, I’d be the first to admit of I wasn’t.”

She nodded and stood up. “Wanna get some dinner?”

He smiled and gathered his things together, glad that he no longer had to hide from her. “Love to.”

~ I don’t know why they say grown men don’t cry. ~

I don’t know why they say grown men don’t cry, don’t cry- Tim McGraw