Can't Stop This Thing We Started, a csi fanfic

Series Title: The Bryan Adams Series

Title: Can't Stop This Thing We Started – Story 31

Author: ANNE (The insane one)

Rating: PG

Summary: Catherine realizes that something began a long time ago. And it's not going to be stopped now.

Disclaimer: Characters et al belong to the people that make CSI. "Can't Stop This Thing We Started" belongs to Bryan Adams

You might stop a hurricane
Might even stop the drivin' rain
You might have a dozen other guys
But if you wanna stop me baby - don't even try
I'm goin' one way - your way
It's such a strong way - let's make it our way

I have sweaty palms.

Real romantic, Catherine.

Of course, Gil doesn't know this evening is supposed to be romantic.

In fact, he's pretty much walking into an ambush, a la Catherine.

I've done everything a good seductress should do.

Lights dimmed. Check.

Mood music. Check.

Food. Check.

Dressed. Check.

Can't stop this thing we started
You gotta know it's right
Can't stop this course we've plotted
This thing called love we got it
No place for the brokenhearted
Can't stop this thing we started - no way
I'm goin' your way!

No matter how nervous I am, this thing has to end tonight.

This thing that's been going on for over fifteen years.

This thing that was going on during my marriage.

I should really stop calling it a "thing" and start calling it a "relationship" because that's what it's been.

Sure, we might not have had the extra perks like holding hands, kissing, making love…hell, even a mortgage.

But we've had a relationship in every other sense of the word.

You might stop the world spinnin' round
Might even walk on holy ground
I ain't Superman and I can't fly
But if you wanna stop me baby - don't even try
I'm goin' one way - your way
It's such a strong way - let's make it our way

What if he says no?

Oh boy, this is not a good path to go down, Catherine.

I make no sense to myself. How am I going to make any sense to him!

I'm ambushing my supervisor and I've lost my mind.

And I want him.

All of him.

I hear the doorbell go and I freeze on the spot.

Realising that for this conversation to actually go ahead, I need to let him in my house, I force my feet to start cooperating and I make my way to the door.

He's standing out there, and god he looks good. Jeans, leather jacket, everything he needs to make me swoon.

I wonder if he knows he can make me weak at the knees?

With that thought in mind, I open the door.

"Hi, Cath," he grins.

I'm in trouble.

Oh - why take it slow
I gotta know
Nothing can stop this thing that we got

FINIS