By Clara
Disclaimer: They’re not mine
Info: Ninth part of 20.
Year: 1999
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 should have been surprised, but really he wasn’t. Gil stood in silence as he watched someone who looked remarkably like Eddie kissing a woman who certainly wasn’t Catherine.
Clenching his fists, he resisted the urge to go over and knock some sense into the man, knowing Catherine wouldn’t be thankful for his interfering in the long run.
Glancing over his shoulder Gil spotted Amanda, one of the younger CSIs, trying to get his attention. He acknowledged her with a nod before turning back to the scene before him and again wasn’t surprised to see staring back at him, a look of horror etched on his face.
Disgusted, Gil turned away and walked over to Amanda who filled him in on her findings before packing up her equipment while Gil’s mind continued to race about the scene across the casino floor.
He’d known that Eddie and Catherine were having problems and he couldn’t deny that he’d never been a fan of the man. His behaviour at Lindsey’s birthday party the month before and missing her birth all together had been just two of too many times when Gil had seen the pain on his friends face, put there by her husband.
Rubbing a hand over his eyes, Gil contemplated what to do now. Confront Eddie and risk doing something he shouldn’t, tell Catherine or forget what he’d seen. Frankly, he couldn’t see any of the options turning out well. He snorted then; Eddie was cheating on the one of the few people he considered to be friends, how was there ever going to be a chance of this turning out well?
Looking up, he realised the decision had been made for him as he spotted Eddie walking towards him. “Gil.”
“Eddie.”
Well… this was uncomfortable. Eddie had the good grace to at least look embarrassed and looked down, shuffling his feet. Gil cleared his throat and waited for Eddie to say something, not ready to help him out at all, right now he resembled a little boy just waiting to be told off and Gil didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right.
“Listen, it’s been over with Cath for a while now, she knows all about this.”
Gil was willing to bet money on the fact that Catherine knew very little about what her husband was up to that night and folded his arms in silence, waiting for Eddie to continue.
“Ok, she doesn’t exactly know. But I’m gonna tell her, all I’m asking is that you don’t say anything to her until I do.”
He could help but raise an eyebrow at that, the sarcasm obvious in his reply. “Oh? Is that all?”
Eddie’s voice developed an edge then, deciding playing for Gils sympathy wasn’t going to work. “Gil, do you really think she’d thank you for making it your business? For interfering?”
Gil started back, determined not to be intimidated. “Tell her soon Eddie. I mean it, or I will.” He didn’t wait for a reply then and walked out. Wondering how long it would be before things started to fall apart.
~I can’t stand the distance, I can’t take the miles, I can’t take a breath until the next time I see you smile~
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