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Grissom stopped the engine, staring at the building before him.
The second time tonight, second hesitation, second choice.
However, he knew this is where he should be. Before he'd re-started the engine and driven
away.
He rang the doorbell; she seemed surprised to see him, though hid it quickly with a smile.
"How are you?" he asked.
The mask crumbled, showing the pain in her recently tear filled eyes. She shrugged,
finding words a struggle.
He intended to touch her arm, a supportive physical connection, instinctively he knew she
needed more; pulling Catherine into his arms he hugged her tightly.
� Katana 13th November 2003