My best friend

By Clara

Disclaimer: They’re not mine

Info: 16^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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Catherine smiled at him over her shoulder as she made her way out of the building and towards the Tahoe. She could tell Gil hadn’t understood why she had to go to the execution, especially when she was pretty sure it was going to give her a sleepless…day. But she needed closure, there was no doubt about it.

Sighing she got behind the wheel and just sat there for a moment, staring back at the labs. To be truthful, she was scared. It wasn’t her fault which way the evidence went in convincing a jury and this time there was no doubt that John Mathers was guilty, but it was something else to see a man die on the evidence she’d collected, justice or not.

She’d been telling the truth when she’d spoken to Warrick earlier, she did try not to think about it too much, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

Snapping out of it, she pulled on her seatbelt and started the car, pulling out of the car park. She seriously contemplated asking Gil to go with her to this and probably would have if she hadn’t known how busy everyone was trying to catch the first killer. The moral support he could have provided was certainly appealing and unfortunately for just not practical right then.

Turning on the radio, she continued to drive and try to forget just where she was going and why for a moment.

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Catherine left the prison and drove home in almost a daze. She thought later that she was extraordinarily lucky she hadn’t gotten into an accident.

Grabbing her bag, she locked the door and made her way up the front steps, running a hand through her hair. Too busy rooting around in her bag for her keys, she didn’t notice him until she almost tripped over him and he had to reach up and grab her arm to keep her steady.

“Hey.”

“Hey… Gil, why are you sitting on my steps?”  She regained her balance and pulled back, looking down at him with a slight smile on her face.

“I wanted to surprise you and make sure you were alright.”

The smile turned into a grin and she pushed him over slightly and sat down next to him. “I’m fine. A little shook up, but I’m ok. You know you could have waited inside. That’s why you have a key.”

He shrugged and looked up at the stars. You could hardly see them from the strip, too many neon lights, but out here they were clear and bright and Gil couldn’t help but think they were slightly awe inspiring. “It’s a nice night out, you can see the stars so clearly.”

Catherine studied his profile for a couple of minutes before replying, “You’re gonna come in now though right?”

He turned and looked at her, face only inches from hers and nodded. “Right.”

Standing, Catherine dusted herself off before grabbing Gil’s hand and pulling him up with her. “Good.”

Still holding his hand, neither quite sure why, she open the door and dragged him inside, closing the door firmly behind them.

~I never had no one, I could count on, I've been let down so many times. I was tired of hurtin', so tired of searchin', 'Til you walked into my life~

My Best friend- Tim McGraw