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Author: Becky Rating: Trainee Summary: Brass is a G/C ‘shipper. I know it. Spoilers: ‘King Baby’ Archive: Sure, I’d be flattered. Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. ______ I’m not a stupid man. I don’t miss many punchlines. And it would take a real idiot to not catch the looks that keep passing between the two people sitting in front of me. Catherine Willows and Gil Grissom, to be exact. I’ve known them for more years than I can count, and about as many I’ve known there’s been something there waiting to happen. It’s not my style to interfere in other people’s lives, especially not their love lives. You can call me ‘old-school.’ Do the kids still say that? I know they still say ‘whatever’. So, whatever. The point is that over the years I’ve been trying to nudge Catherine and Gil in the right direction. We can see how successful I’ve been. But that doesn’t stop me from trying. I wouldn’t call myself Cupid. And after the latest case, I’d say that’s a good thing. No one needs the image of me in a diaper. But when I was Catherine and Gil’s supervisor, I’ll admit I put them on the same cases more often than not. Hey, it wasn’t just to help something happen between them. I learned quickly that they’re always at their best when they’re together. And I’ve watched them get close -- closer than they let on, even to me. I don’t think of either of them as stupid, but I wonder sometimes if they think I am. Like right now. I tell them that it was good to have the old team working together again. They agree, yes, it was, and then share another look. Who do they think they’re fooling? But I’ve realized they’re just oblivious to how they are when they’re together. And they’re both scared; I can tell that much from watching them dance around each other all these years. I can only guess what they’re scared about. I don’t ask. But it’s kept them from crossing that invisible line. They’ve come close, but something’s always kept them holding back. Maybe they just need a bigger push. I drink my light beer slowly and pretend to look at the menu. The waitress comes and Gil and I both defer to Catherine. She orders and I signal for Gil to go next, taking a sip from my drink and scanning the menu again. My cell phone goes off just as the waitress turns to me. I check the text message I know is there and let out an annoyed sigh. I think it fooled them. I know I can’t leave without saying something so I shrug and say, “Administrative crap.” Catherine nods in understanding, Gil makes a face. I get up from the table, taking one last swig of beer. “Dinner’s on me.” Before they can protest, I tell them to enjoy and leave. I take one last look at them before heading out the door and can’t help but smile. Here’s hoping. The end! |