Grissom sucked in a shaky breath. 'I don't feel anything?' he thought, 'if only that were true.' He stood up and walked to his door. He held the doorknob for a moment contemplating where he thought he was going to go. He sighed, who was he kidding, he knew where he was going to go and he found his way to the door in an instant.

He opened the door to see Catherine sitting at the desk and staring down at a piece of paper. She looked up and smiled sympathetically at Grissom. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," he replied, softer still, still standing in the doorway. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure," she nodded.

"Come here and touch me?"

"What?" She chuckled.

"Come here and touch me. . . please."

Catherine, deciding to humor the brilliant man, stood and crossed to him. She stood in front of him. "Ok," she said, "Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Doesn't matter." She held out her hands and laid them over his chest. He brought his hands up to cover hers. "I can feel you."

She chuckled again, "Of course you can."

"I do feel, you know." He looked sad as his eyes caught hers.

"I know, Gil." She whispered.

"I feel excitement sometimes, and sorrow sometimes. I feel pain." He squeezed her hands, "I feel pleasure."

"Of course you do." She nodded, stepping closer for a hug. "I feel you, too. And you feel pretty good to me."

He brought his lips down to hers. She smiled against his lips. They pulled back. "I felt that." He smiled.

"Feel this," she instructed, leaning closer to kiss his lips again but quickly deepening the kiss. Her tongue snaked into his mouth. He moaned into the kiss. Catherine kicked the layout room door closed with her foot as she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the room.

They broke apart reluctantly, breathing heavily, chests heaving as they each grabbed, pulled and tugged impatiently on the other's clothing. After shedding Catherine's blouse and Grissom's pants successfully they stood back for a moment.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked softly.

She nodded, "Uh-huh. Do you?"

"Yes."

Grissom grabbed Catherine up in his arms and laid her down on the table. "My, my, aren't you the brauny one?" she purred.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. "Cath?"

"Huh?"

"I love you."

An unsupressable grin spread across her face. She sat up and pulled him to her and gave him a loving kiss. "I love you, too." She kissed him again, "Now get up here and fuck me, bugman."

"Don't have to tell me twice," He grinned climbing onto the table next to Catherine, her arms still entwined around his neck. She trailed kisses down his jaw line and started to bite on his neck. "Oh Cath. . ."

Grissom's hands roamed from her shoulders to around her back. She arched her back off the table to allow him easier access to the bra clasp. Much to her excitement and surprise he deftly undid the clasp and rid her of the bra. He dove right in, kissing, nipping, licking, nibbling. She writhed underneath him, thrusting her chest, encouraging more contact.

"Gil!" She gasped. She tugged at his boxers. "Gil!" She pleaded. "I'm ready."

"Impatient," he muttered playfully freeing her from her slacks and panties. He reached for his boxers.

She say up and smirked, "Allow me." He put his hands to his sides as she pulled his boxers down. She allowed him to pull them the rest of the way down his legs and off, only to toss them haphazardly on the floor.

"Ready?"

"YES!"

He entered her slowly and she gasped his name. "Oh god!" She moaned. He moved inside her and she squirmed underneath him gripping his ass with both hands hoping to encourage more movement.

He pulled out and drove back in. Catherine threw her head back and moaned. Her reactions were driving him wild as he thrust into her.

"Oh Cath!" He maoned as she bucked her hips up at him. This encouraged him to go faster, harder, and deeper.

"Oh god! Yes!" She cried, feeling her muscles tighten around him. "Gillllllll!" She called out as she orgasmed. This drove him over the edge as he spilled into her and collapsed next to her.

He kissed her softly, "I love you, Cath."

"I love you, too," She smiled, "Hell, anyone'd love you after that."

"You enjoyed it, huh?"

"Oh yes," She pulled him down for a kiss. "Maybe we oughta get dressed?"

"Why?"

"Cause we're naked in the layout room."

"I don't care." He smirked, kissing her again lips and trailed kisses down her neck.

"Come on," She prodded, helping them into a sitting position, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes she added, "If you get dressed now, we can go back to my place."