"The bullet we found matched the guys gun." Catherine continued to summarize her most recent case for Grissom, "But it turned out the kid stole it and killed his mother." She laughed a dry chuckle, "I love senseless violence towards mothers."

Grissom raised his eyebrows, "Oh yeah," He agreed.

They walked into the breakroom. Catherine drew in a long exaggerated breath, "Chocolate. . ." she let the breath out slowly.

Grissom rolled his eyes, "Cath. . ."

"Look Gil! Chocolate!"

"Do you want it?" Sara asked from the couch.

"Hell yeah!" Catherine grabbed up the box. ". . . wait, what's wrong with it?"

"Nothing," Sara snapped, "That lying cheating jackass Hank sent them to me, thinking he can get me back by feeding me! I'm not even going to give him the satisfaction of eating it! But shouldn’t let it go to waist either. Enjoy it."

"Thanks!" Catherine ripped the top off the box and tossed it behind her.

"Catherine!" Gil scolded, picking up the cover. "Calm down."

"But this is deluxe, dark, german chocolate. This is like the best chocolate in the history of the world!"

Catherine pulled one piece of chocolate out of the box and brought it to her lips slowly. Her lips slid over it and her eyes slid shut. "Mmm. . ." she moaned.

"Geez, Catherine, sounds like you're having an orgasm!" Sara watched Catherine questioningly.

"Ooh!" She moaned again, "I think I am!"

Sara took an uncomfortable step backwards. "Well then," she fidgeted, "Enjoy the chocolate, I'm just gonna- yeah. . ." she walked out of the room.

"Here, Gil," Catherine said holding a piece up to Grissom. "It's really, really good!"

"I don't think it would be appropriate for me to have an orgasm in the breakroom." He sarcastically turned down the semi-sweet morsel.

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't REALLY having an orgasm, Gil!" She was still holding it out him. "Try it!!"

He took it and put it in his mouth skeptically. He sucked and chewed on it for a second before turning wide-eyed to Catherine, "That's really, really good!"

"Told you so,"

Grissom looked at the cover to the box, which he was stil holding, "Aphrodisiac chocolate? Added ingredients to light your fire."

"That's lame. I'm sorry but it is."

"Chocolate's already an aphrodisiac." Grissom pointed out.

"So are mussels."

"So are peaches."

"Mmm," Catherine slipped her eyes shut, "I love peaches!"

"I do, too." He took another chocolate.

"You know what turns me on?"

He raised his eyebrows at her, "What?"

"Chocolate."

"Uh, I've noticed that Cath. Remember, the orgasm?"

"I mean like, having a man lick it off of me." She closed her eyes, thinking, and smiled.

"Having another orgasm, Cath?"

"I could. . ."

Grissom took another chocolate. "You orgasm easily, huh?"

"Do I ever?" She chuckled, "I can't remember the last time I had sex and didn't have an orgasm."

Grissom felt a blush come to his cheeks and just barely managed to choke out an, "Interesting."

"But you know what's sad?"

"What?"

"I've only have one lover who could find my g-spot." She shook her head, "I bet you can find the g-spot."

He nearly choked on his chocolate, "Excuse me?"

"Oh come on, don't be modest," she prodded, "I bet you've made many a lady cry out in ecstasy."

"I haven't had that many- that is to say, I don't-" He stuttered, "I don't date much."

"Well, the girlfriends you have had, did they orgasm."

"I guess so. . ."

"Oh come on, Gil!" Catherine whined, "You've gotta know if they orgasmed or not! You know cause they throw their heads back and moan your name. Did they do that?"

"Probably."

"Don't you remember?"

"Well I don't keep records, Cath!"

She sighed exasperatedly, and took another chocolate, "Do you masterbate Gil?"

He choked on his chocolate again, "What?"

"Just making conversation."

"Could we talk about something else?"

"Why? Are you embarassed that you masterbate?"

"No. . . it's normal. . ."

"I masterbate," she took another chocolate.

"You do?"

"It's natural, Gil," she mocked, "of course I do, everyone does."

Gil blushed again, "Yeah, I masterbate. . ."

"What do you think about?"

"When I masterbate?"

"Yeah." She nodded, "Like, what do you masterbate to?"

"Cath. . ." He whined.

"Most women have, like, fantasies, but when I masterbate I just think of some really hot man working me over. What do you think about when you masterbate? A super model?" She giggled.

"No." He muttered indignantly. "I think of you, Cath. . ."

"Ok, if we're going to be completely honest. . . I think of you, too."

"You do?" His eyes grew wide.

"Well, yeah," Catherine smiled shyly. "I think you're muy sexy," She ran her foot up the inside of his leg and he shuddered, "And I'd looove to get you into bed sometime."

He cleared his throat, "Oh yeah?"

She chuckled, "Are you going to get cocky now?"

"Funny choice of words. . ."

Catherine laughed out loud. "What's the matter, Gil, ya pants gettin a little tight, there, Buddy?" She bit her tongue to stifle another laughter.

He leered. She shuddered, "Cath. . ." He whispered, leaning forward.

"Yes?" She leaned closer to him.

"What would you say if I told you that I love you?"

She paused to think, "I would probably say that I love you, too." She smiled, "Why?"

"Because, I love you."

"I love you, too."

They leaned that extra inch closer and their lips met in a chaste kiss, as they were too far apart for more intimate contact.

"Gil, I don't know if it's the super deluxe German aphrodisiac chocolate talking or not, but I'm all hot and bothered over here,"

"If it is, it's talking to me, too." He took in a sharp breath, "My place or yours?"

"Too far." She shook her head, "Your office."

"Ok, let's go."

They scrambled for the door. When they reached it, they decided they should carry themselves with a bit more decorum. They are after all the mum and the dad and had to set a good example for their bastard/adopted children (they're not married, that makes their kids bastards! Look it up!).

They straightened their posture and proceded casually for Grissom's office.

Greg passed them, "Hey Gris could you-"

"I'm kind of busy, Greg." He spat, a little more strained than he had meant to. He held Catherine by the shoulders in front of him. He didn't need the whole office getting a glimps of the tent he was pitching.

Catherine felt Grissom's erection sticking into her back and moaned. "Office. Too Far," she grunted shoving him into the open broom closet. She pulled the door shut.

"Cath, are you sure?"

"Drop your pants, bugman." She commanded in a hushed whisper, pushing her slack down and kicking them off.

"You're not wearing underwear,"

"I NEVER wear underwear." She grinned.

Grissom fumbled with his belt buckle. She reached over and undid it deftly and pulling the zipper down, shoved his pants and boxers down around his ankles.

"You sure?" He wanted to make absolutely certain this is what Catherine wanted. Catherine's only response was to wrap her legs around his waist.

With Catherine's implied consent he turned around so that Catherine's back was against the door and thrust into her. She moaned. As soon as she had she realized it might not be smart to start moaning provocatively in the broom closet. . . it might not be smart to have sex in the broom closet. . . oh well. The only thought that Catherine's brain was processing at that moment was "Oh, god! Yes! YES! Ohhh Gil!"

Catherine's cries elicited an animal like quality in Grissom as his brain was trying to explain to him the possible consequences of sex in a broom closet with your best friend. Grissom could only manage an, "OH GOD, Cath!" As he drove into her.

"Gil, I'm-" she panted. A blush coming to her cheeks she dug her fingernails into his shoulder and tightened her grip of his waist. "Yes. . . yes. . ."

"Ooh, God!" Grissom groaned as Catherine's muscles started to contract around him, "Oh Cath!" He cried out as he came, dragging Catherine further into her orgasm.

"God! Yes! Yes! YES!" She threw her head back and it promptly met with the hard metal of the door. She didn't care. She'd have other problems to worry about soon. Such as, walking may prove difficult, and of course explaining to passers by the situation had anyone heard, and why she had broken out into a sweat in the air conditioned lab.

They sank to the floor. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Jesus, Gil," she breathed, "that was great."

"Mmm." Was all he could manage as he closed his eyes and leaned his head against hers. The first thing he registered was the pain in his shoulder from Cat(h)'s claws. The second, more disturbing thing he registered was the persistent knock on the door.

Grissom's breath caught in his throat. 'Jesus Christ. . . what'd I just do??' he thought to himself. The sex itself wasn't regretted, he had always dreamed of making love to Catherine. Though the broom closet was a bit of a surprise. . . He'd always imagined that when-slash-if he had the honor of making love to Catherine it would be either in his bed or hers with candles or some romantic thing like that. He'd always imagined Catherine to be a romantic. Then there was the broom closet. . .

Catherine's breathing had slowed to normal but something told Grissom that she wasn't exactly coherent yet. He hugged her tightly to his body and she murmered something against his shoulder. "Cath?"

"Mmm. . . chocolate. . ."

'Yeah, she's out of it. . .' What was he going to do? Politely explain to the knocker that Catherine was dying of hypothermia and he did the only gentlemanly thing to do and warmed her up. Or perhaps he could try to convince whomever was on the other side of the door that they were merely dreaming and both he and Catherine, in reality, were in their respective offices.

"Catherine?"

"Huh?"

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"The knocking."

She tensed up visually. 'Oh fuck. . .' she'd only been a supervisor for a week and already being fired seemed iminent. Mental note for future reference: no sex in broom closets. . .

"Gil?"

"What?"

"What are we going to do?"

"Get out of the closet?"

"Then?"

"I think that depends on who's on the other side of this door."

"I'm afraid of who's on the other side of the door."