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10 March 2008 @ 07:47 pm
Bindings [CSI; Grissom/Catherine]  
TITLE: Bindings
PAIRING: Grissom/Catherine
SPOILERS: "What's Eating Gilbert Grissom?" (5x06)


"Catherine..." His heart jumped into his throat and nearly spilled out of his mouth at the image before him... his beauty, his goddess, his angel, sprawled limply in his arms, beaten and bound. He just barely mustered enough sense to check for a pulse.

Upon finding one, he nearly collapsed with relief, and cradled Catherine closer. "Cath... wake up. Please wake up." Lowering his lips to her ear, confident nobody else could hear his display of emotion, he made his plea. "Sweetheart, please... please wake up. Open those eyes I love so much and look at me, Catherine, I'm begging you." He closed his eyes tightly, willing the tears threatening at the corners to disappear. "Please..."

He didn't even notice when a tear escaped the fortress of his eyelids and landed with a soft 'pat' on Catherine's right eye. As it began to scud down her cheek, she stirred, letting out a barely audible moan. Grissom held his breath. "Cath?"

Her eyelids fluttered, and within seconds her lovely blue eyes settled on him, the panic and terror within the irises seizing his heart. She weakly reached her still-bound hands out to him, her entire body trembling. "Gil..."

He crushed her to him, his hands smoothing over her tangled and bloody hair, lips pressing kisses along her hairline before he leaned back and called out, "We need a medic, here!"

Within moments, Brass and the officers were beside them, Brass instructing one of them to go call for backup. He then leaned down to where Catherine and Grissom were currently entangled while the other officer cut the packing twine from her wrists, and he touched Catherine's shoulder gently. "Catherine, are you all right?"

Catherine nodded mutely, still clinging to her partner as if her life depended on it... and maybe it did. Silent tears streamed down each side of her face, carving a clean path on each of her dirt-smudged cheeks. Brass leaned toward Grissom's ear. "Gil... granted, this isn't the best time, but... you know you shouldn't be touching her. She's--"

"She's evidence, Brass, I know," Grissom sighed defeatedly, and reluctantly he removed his arms from around Catherine and began to stand up.

She wrapped both hands around his forearm, however, and clung to him even tighter, rising with him on wobbly knees. "No, Gil, please," she whimpered, voice clogged with unshed tears. "Gil, I'm begging you, please don't let go of me..."

He pulled her back into his embrace without hesitation, once more smoothing over her hair in calming gestures while she sobbed into his shirt, her hands grasping and clawing at his back desperately. Grissom let her weep unabashedly against him, her cries searing his heart, while he held her tighter to him. He then turned to Brass. "I'll just explain in my statement that she was distraught. They'll understand."

Brass raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. It was best not to pick a fight with the graveshift supervisor when he was under duress, anyway. So, instead, Brass turned and swept his gaze around the living room, brows then furrowing as he caught sight of the telephone and answering machine. "There's a message."

Grissom and the slowly-calming Catherine both followed his gaze. "Think it might pertain to the case?"

Brass shrugged, and reached for the play button. "Only one way to find out..."

A short beep sounded before a low, raspy voice emanated throughout the room, the mere sound causing Catherine to tremble anew. "Well, well, well... Las Vegas' finest. I see you've followed the evidence... finally to the right place. I guess your team can only really pull together when one of you is missing."

Catherine snuggled deeper into Grissom's chest, and he tightened his arms around her. "So, supervisor Grissom, now that you've got your Princess Willows back, I'm sure you're just scrambling to talk to me. I figured you would be. That's why I'll be waiting at the station for you. See you there."

Brass and Grissom exchanged a look while Grissom absently continued smoothing his hands over Catherine's hair and back gently. "Call the kids," Grissom instructed him softly. "Have them head over here to process." He then turned to his deity. "Cath? The paramedics should be here, now. You need to get checked out."

Her wide, tear-filled and frightened eyes looked up at him, shattering his heart. "You won't leave me?"

He managed to twitch a smile. "Cath, you know me. I won't leave you until you tell me to go."


"Grissom!" Sara was the first to jump out of the Denali and come sprinting up to him as he emerged from the house. "Is she okay?"

He nodded, raising his hands in a gesture to calm the anxious brunette. "She's doing fine. A few cuts and bruises, and nothing more. She was lucky."

"What do you want us to do?" she asked next, and threw a brief glance behind her, where Greg and Nick were climbing out of the Denali.

"I need Nick and Greg processing inside the house." His eyes flicked toward the kit in her left hand before he instructed softly, "And I need you to collect evidence... from Catherine."

Sara nodded slowly in return, her eyes searching his. "Okay."

"Photograph, tape lift, swab, scrape under her fingernails."

She patted his arm. "You got it," she replied, and set off with haste toward the back of the ambulance, where Catherine was currently seated, wrapped in a blanket. Upon halting her pace at the ambulance, she met Catherine's wide, tear-filled eyes... and without so much as a second's thought to preserving evidence, Sara grabbed her in a fierce hug.

Catherine was still trembling, and Sara hugged her a little tighter, her heart going out to her. The ordeal she'd been through... Sara couldn't even imagine it. And when Catherine started to cry once again, Sara herself welled up. This woman, who was once her arch-nemesis... the alpha female staking her claim... was now as dear to Sara as the rest of her co-workers.

She gently pulled away moments later. "This is probably a stupid question, but... are you okay?" She bent down to open her kit, retrieving her camera before standing up again. "He didn't...?"

Catherine shook her head, dashing at her remaining tears while she composed herself. "He didn't rape me." She emitted a slight smile at the breath of relief Sara gave in response.

"I, um... I know this is a bad time, but you know what I have to do." She wiggled the camera back and forth in her hands briefly, and nodded back when Catherine nodded in return.

"I'm full of evidence. It's your job to collect it."

Sara nodded once. "Right." She snapped a few pictures of Catherine from various angles, zooming in various degrees to capture certain marks or smudges that marred the strawberry-blonde's skin. After several moments of silence had passed, as well as the pops and snaps of Sara's digital camera, she spoke. "He was a wreck, Cat."

Catherine raised her eyes to study Sara, who was intently brushing back strands of hair at her shoulders to tape lift. There was no need to ask who the younger woman was speaking of. "Was he."

Sara nodded solemnly. "He couldn't keep his concentration. He lost all his focus on the case," she smiled, "and you know that with Grissom, that doesn't happen easily. It takes something big." She shook her head slightly. "You were at the forefront of his thoughts. He couldn't even be bothered with details of the case when he didn't know where you were. And then when he... when he found that picture..." She looked up just as Catherine ducked her eyes. "He fainted, Catherine."

"Fainted?" This caught her attention once more, and she lifted her eyes to Sara's, searching them. When Sara nodded, Catherine raised her eyebrows as a signal for her to continue.

Sara grasped her hand and turned it palm-down, scraping under each fingernail and discarding the scrapings in a small bindle. "Atwater removed him from the case."

"But being Grissom, he didn't listen, right? That's why he's here now, flouting orders."

Sara met the strawberry-blonde's gaze again. "He's here because it's you. That's all the reason he needed."

The two women held gaze another moment before Sara went back to collecting evidence, and Catherine went back to collecting herself.


Erica SJ: CSI: PureJoy - Diner Picericasj on March 11th, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
Awww poor Cath. Girl, you had me hanging for so long. Glad she was okay. lol. This is a great chapter, and I'm sure a nice twist. I can't wait for more. Rock on!
a.: grillows; gentle gentleregalish on March 12th, 2008 05:59 pm (UTC)
I know! I feel so bad for leaving you hanging forever. It's not my fault CSI was irreparably damaged though, LOLOL. Oh, writers.

Anyway - glad you liked this, even after so long! I hope to get the final chapter up at some point in the near future! :D
The keeper of lonelinesswanderlonely on March 11th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
"He's here because it's you. That's all the reason he needed."

I don't know why, but I love the Catherine/Sara moment in this fic. And YAY for a new chapter! ;)
a.: grillows; wipes the floor with geekloveregalish on March 12th, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks! :)

I always secretly kinda wished that Cath & Sara would end up as BFFs. Alas... that bug man got in the way.

Glad you liked this, sweetie!
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a.: grillows; gentle gentleregalish on March 16th, 2008 05:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, sweetie! I love the Cath/Sara stuff too. :D

I will really try to finish this one up at some point in the near future :)