Screwdrivers and company

By Clara

Disclaimer: They’re not mine.

Set: Set during and after the final scene in ‘Burden of proof’

Archive: My site, working love, ShipperWorld, Graveyard shift.

Summary: There’s something about the right company mixed with alcohol…

Category: Cath/Griss, Sara/Griss (I know, I feel dirty)

Rating: PG

Author’s notes: I don’t know what happened, I really don’t!!

Dedication: Amanda, I’m so blaming you for this!!

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She couldn’t help but grin as she watched him order Sara’s plant. Although Grissom spent a lot of time with his ‘head in the microscope’ he wasn’t nearly as clueless as he pretended to be, but then, she wasn’t clueless about the situation between him and Sara either.

Glancing away, Catherine lifted the glass to her lips and sighed as the cool liquid hit the back of her throat. She knew he didn’t mean to hurt her and that it had probably never occurred to him that she could possibly feel anything for him other than a deep friendship.

Shaking her hair back, Catherine downed the rest of the drink and winced slightly, it probably wasn’t sensible to go along with this train of thought following the number of drinks and the company she was in, but somehow that didn’t stop her.

Opening her eyes, she watched him as he continued to talk on the phone and she couldn’t help the sad smile that grew on her face. There was so much about her life that she’d like to change and this was undoubtedly part of it. She’d never been one to miss an opportunity, but in this case she couldn’t help but think she had.

Catherine met Gil’s eyes as he clicked the phone off and was surprised by the look of concern on his face.

“Are you ok Catherine?”

She looked away and masked her expression before looking back at him. “Of course… Probably just one too many drinks.” She gestured to her empty glass and shrugged when he smiled.

He went back to cleaning up the remains of their breakfast then and Catherine continued to think.

She couldn’t help but be slightly jealous of the younger woman however irrational it was. Catherine knew that Gil was starting to confide in Sara more as they drew closer and she was left with the feeling of being out in the cold, no matter how much she told herself that she’d always have his friendship.

“Hey Cath?”

Her head snapped up then and she realised from the look of amusement on his face that he must have been trying to get her attention for awhile. “Humm?”

It was Gil’s turned to smile then and he walked over to her, offered his hand which she gladly took and he pulled her to her feet. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Nodding she put her glass on the counter and grabbed her bag and walked to the front door, before stopping when she realised he wasn’t following. She quirked her eyebrow at him and smiled when he shook himself out of his reverie and caught her up, opening the door for her.

“Come on Cath, let’s go home.”

It took her a second to realise what he said before a grin spread across her face as she followed him down the steps, may be it wasn’t a missed opportunity just yet….