I Hate You
by Kel
Rating: Um… CSI-1 because… well… I dunno… just safety?
Summary: "This is IT Eddie Willows ­ the gloves are off!"
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and the song is Sky Sweetnam's `I don't really Like You' FYI: She used to baby-sit me!!! lol.
Spoilers: Who Are You
A/N: Takes right after Eddie leans in to kiss Catherine, but Lindsey doesn't interrupt.
Chapter

Catherine pulled her face away from his hands. "Eddie, we're going through a divorce. Stop."

"Come on Cath. It's what we're best-"

"Eddie, I don't care! I need more than just sex." She said, rolling her eyes.

I know what you're trying to do
Make me fall for you
O I, I want you to leave, leave me alone
Everywhere I go you'll always be there
Tried to give you hints to leave
But it's like it came out the other ear.

"Cath, come on, just give me another chance." He pleaded.

"No. I trusted you, and you broke that trust." Catherine wasn't going to budge.

"Think of what's better for Lindsey. It's proven that a child whose parents are divorced are at greater risk for social problems."

Catherine shook her head at him. "I can't believe you are that dedicated to finding research for your excuses. Jeeze Ed, where was this dedication when we were married?"

"Catherine, do not get pissy with me." He said, angrily.

"Do not tell me what to do. If you were so concerned about Lindsey having social problems, then why did you go and screw your client?" she hissed.

"Cath, this is not about me-"

"It's not about you? This is IT Eddie Willows, the gloves are off. You can stay the hell out of my life, the only thing we're to talk about, is Lindsey, and that's it!"

I don't care what you do
I don't about you
I don't care, get a clue
Can't I don't really like you
I don't really like you
You and your friends are dense
You don't make any sense
It's all at your expense
Cause I don't really like you
I don't really like you

Catherine stood up to leave, but Eddie's hand shot up, and pulled her back down hard by her elbow. Catherine turned, and wrenched her elbow from his hand. "Do not touch me!" she hissed.

"I'm not done with you."

"I'm done with you. You don't have any right to touch me, and you didn't when we were married either." Catherine glared at him.

"You were mine when were married, I could do whatever I wanted to you."

"O, nice Ed. Very nice. You touch me again, and I will have you charged with assault." She scoffed.

Eddie raised his eyebrow. "And Lindsey?"

"What about my daughter?"

"You've already proven that you don't want Lindsey to visit her father in the state prison." He smirked. "But I don't think that's the only reason why you helped me."

Catherine narrowed her eyes. "Leave me alone."

"You don't hate me Cath. You still love me. I still love you. So why are you fighting it?"

Catherine's eyes started to tear up. "Eddie, you never loved me. It was just about the sex."

Why have you done this to me?
You know I'm busy
Oh I've been nice so far
But I can't take it anymore
Time passes by and
You wonder why
I'm not gonna lie
You mean nothing to me.

Catherine looked up, behind Eddie, and a smile came through her tears. "Eddie." She said. "I'm not going to lie to you. I did think I had feelings for you. But after your case, I realized I'm in love with someone else. Probably since before I met you."

Eddie smiled, thinking he had one. But when he saw her looking past him, he turned around.

Gil stood there, watching the two of them, frowning at them. Catherine stood up, and walked over to him, letting him pull her into a tight hug.

"Daddy!" Lindsey cried, flinging her arms around him. "Where's Mommy?"

Eddie nodded his head over in her direction, and she grinned. "Uncle Gil!" she squealed, as she ran over to him.

Eddie watched as Gil picked her up, and held her close. He reached out for Catherine, and she was pulled into the hug.

I don't care what you do
I don't about you
I don't care, get a clue
Can't I don't really like you
I don't really like you
You and your friends are dense
You don't make any sense
It's all at your expense
Cause I don't really like you
I don't really like you

Gil Grissom won.


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