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I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'Cause I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead

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Walking with his hands full of files, Catherine nearly knocked into Grissom as he turned to head to his office.

"Hey, how have you been?" Cath asked, hands out that were ready to catch any file that could drop at any moment.

"Okay. Yourself?" Grissom asked back.

"It's been great, but tired. Just put a guy behind bars for rape," smiled Cath.

"Haven't seen you for some time. Did you miss me?" Catherine added jokingly.

Ever since the team got divided, both Cath and Gil headed their own little teams of CSI.

"Why? I do believe you have lots of people who miss you, and I don't mean Lynsey," Gris replied.

He then regretted it. It was a casual, friendly, joking question, and he took it rather seriously, as usual. He looked at Cath, her expression stunned and maybe even angry. Grissom was really regretting it now.

"Erm, sorry about that. Forget that I even said it. It's nice seeing you again Cath. I do miss working with you," Grissom uttered, avoiding eye contact.

"Me too. See you around," Cath said, still a little taken aback, and walked to the locker room.

Grissom sighed as he set down the files on his desk. Why did he say that? Catherine was seeing someone else, wasn't she? Maybe that's why he replied in such a way. Or was he just assuming? After all they have not had much contact.

But he could have joked back, a joke is a harmless thing right? He shook his head, but he certainly knew one thing, he did truly miss working with her.

Somewhere hidden in his unfeeling self, he knew that he loved her too. But he could never settle down with anyone, could he?

All his life, he's been walking a lonely road. He knew that, the only path he knew all his life. And his job, his work was his dream. He's living in it, yet it still somehow feels empty. Why?

Was there something more?

=TBC=