Title: Be My Girlfriend

Author: Coco

Rating: PG-13 to R

Disclaimers: Not my characters/show.

Spoilers: Mea Culpa

Summary: Gil's going to a wedding and Catherine masquerades as his girlfriend.

Catherine slung her purse over her shoulder and walked towards the exit. Shift was over, she needed some hot food and a goodnight's sleep. These new hours were hard on her body. Not as young and spry as she once was and her body was taking entirely too long to adjust to the new hours. She ran a hand through her hair and her heavy eyelids threatened to close.

"Catherine?" Grissom asked stepping into Catherine's path. She slid to a halt in front of him. "Can I see you in my office for a moment?"

"What's the problem? Seeing me in the hallway just isn't the same?" She winked and he gave her a small smile. "Ok."

Grissom closed the door to his office and Catherine sat on the edge of his desk. "What's up Doc?"

"I'm going to a wedding this weekend." He started slowly, "An old friend of mine from college is getting married again. We see each other at conferences and send each other Christmas cards, but not much more than that, you know?"

"Gil, normally I'd be more attentive, but my shift just ended. . . I need some sleep and I'd like to get home before my shift starts again."

"Point taken," Grissom noted, "I was on the phone with him and he was talking about all his ex-wives. He's had four. This'll be wife number five. We were talking and he was teasing me about never having been married and I. . . told him I have a girlfriend. . ."

"And you don’t?"

"Not as such."

"So. . . you lied."

"Yes."

"Is there a point to this?"

"Would you be my girlfriend?" A smile broke out on her face. She found it difficult to contain her laughter and laughed openly. He pouted, "What's so funny?"

"You were trying to be macho!"

"Ok, I'm sorry, I asked you. I didn't think you were going to make fun of me." He turned away from her dejectedly.

She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, "I'm sorry, Gil." She stroked his arm. "I'd be happy to play your girlfriend."

"Really?"

"Of course. What are friends for?" He looked up at her and smiled. "So, what do I have to be, a stewardess?"

"No, job never really came into the conversation."

"Ok," She chuckled, "How did you describe your 'girlfriend'?"

"I said she was, smart, beautiful, excellent sense of fashion, five six, blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, thin, trim, beautiful."

"Shouldn't be too difficult for me then, eh?"

"Well, I was in my office and I could see you and Sara talking through the window." He explained.

"What an imaginative man you are."

"It's in Carson City, we'll have to leave early on Saturday. It'll be the whole weekend, does that work for you?"

"Yeah, Nancy and her husband are taking Jeremy camping and invited Lindsey to go with them. It's perfect."

"I'll see you Saturday," He smiled watching her walk to the door.

"One more thing. . ."

"Yes?"

"You described *me* and not Sara?"

He shrugged, "Of course."

Catherine stood on her front porch, the early morning sun beating down on her bare shoulders. She covered her mouth as she yawned and glanced up at the sun with her sun-glassed eyes.

Grissom pulled into the driveway. Catherine smiled brightly at him, "Good morning,"

"Let me help you," He jumped out of the car to pick up her suitcase.

"Gil, I've got it," she chuckled. She tossed the suitcase in the backseat and by the time she got around to the passenger side Grissom was standing there holding the door open for her. "Thank you."

The ride started out with a nap. For Catherine not Grissom. Grissom was driving. "Oh, Cath," he said adoringly, "You're so beautiful when you're sleeping."

A few hours later, Catherine's eyes opened slowly, she stretched as far as her seatbelt would allow. "Nice of you to join me."

She smiled, "How long was I asleep?"

"Four hours, give or take."

"We almost there?"

He chuckled, "Uh, no, Cath, we're not. We've got over half the trip left."

She stuck her tongue out, "Bah," she stuck her foot up on the dashboard.

"You should put your foot down," Grissom was quick to point out, "If we crash you could lose your leg entirely."

"We're driving down a back road in the middle of the desert. One, If we see another car within the next. . . *hundred* miles, I'll give you twenty bucks."

"Hundred miles, eh?" He cleared the miles, "You're on."

"If we don't then you have to give *me* twenty dollars, deal?"

"Deal."

***

41 miles. . .

"There!" Grissom pointed to the blurry figure passing them, "I win!"

"Motorcycle." Catherine shook her head, "If you'll remember, the deal was we have to see a *car*."

"Why does it matter?"

"Well if we hit the motorcycle it wouldn't take my leg off." She stated flatly. "It would do much more damage to the motorcycle than us. *That's* why it matters."

***

79 miles . . .

"This is stupid."

"That's because you're losing." Catherine smiled amusedly. Grissom grumbled something under his breath, "What was that?"

"Nothing."

***

"Ah-ha!" Grissom cried excitedly, "Car! Car!"

Catherine had started to drift off to sleep again and was startled awake by Grissom's persistent shouting. "What?"

"Car! I win! Look!"

Catherine looked up as a black Pontiac Bonneville passed them. "I don't think so."

"It's a car!"

"Look at your mileage." Catherine insisted.

He looked down and groaned, "One hundred and thirteen miles." He paused as she held back a satisfied laugh, "You win."

There was silence for a moment, "Want to play a game?"

"What kind of game?" Grissom asked skeptically.

"Word association."

"Why?"

"I play it all the time with Lindsey." She shrugged. "I'll start." She thought for a moment, "Red,"

"Communism."

"Russia."

"Moscow,"

"Chicken."

"Catherine! What does Moscow have to do with chickens?"

"MosCOW, Gil." She sighed, "It's word association, it doesn't have to make sense! Don't think too hard. Ok? Rose."

"Flower,"

"Cookies."

"Cookies?"

"Like flour, F-L-O-U-R. You use flour to make cookies." She explained, a little annoyed, "You're sucking ALL the fun out of this game."

"It was YOUR idea, Cath."

"You're probably just tired." Catherine reasoned, "Pull over, I'll drive for a little while."

"Do you know where we're going?"

"Carson City."

"The address?"

"I'll wake you when we get to Carson, I can get to CARSON from here! Pull over," She instructed.

"You're not supposed to pull over into the breakdown lane if you aren't breaking down." He shook his head.

"Do you see a cop?" Catherine asked and rolled her eyes when he scanned the horizon, "It'll be a quick switch. Just pull over."

He sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. They switched places quickly to appease Grissom's worries and were back on the road before you could say, 'oh THAT cop. . .'

Grissom's eyes slowly closed and in no time he was asleep. Catherine couldn't help but smile at him. "Gil, you are SO cute when you sleep." She whispered.

***

"Gil." Catherine said, "Gil wake up."

He shot up, surprised to realize he was restricted by the seatbelt, "What?"

"Carson City." She proclaimed, "Now where'm I going?"

Dale strode down the walkway. Grissom and Catherine walked towards him, Grissom carrying both suitcases after a long argument about whether or not Catherine was helpless.

"Bugman!" Dale greeted excitedly, "Long time no see," He hugged him briefly and pulled back and looked at Catherine, stunned. "This isn't. . ." He held out his hand for Catherine.

"Catherine Willows." She introduced herself.

"Your girlfriend?" He asked, "Damn it, Gil Grissom, I thought I was lucky in love." He kissed Catherine's hand.

"Shouldn't you be saving some of that charm for your fiancé?"

"No, Dale's not getting married. Vince is."

"Oh."

"Where is Vince?"

"Ah, he's inside somewhere." Dale motioned to the hotel. "You guys must be starving! Vegas, that's quite a drive, huh?"

"We did alright." Catherine smiled.

***

"So what do you do, Catherine?" Dale asked.

"I work with Gil."

"So you work graveyard?"

"No, I was promoted to Swing." Catherine said taking a sip of her water, "I think the hours are worse though."

"How long have you and Gil been going out?"

"Four months," Grissom said as Catherine said, "Six months." He froze and looked at her pleadingly.

Catherine chuckled, "He's just confused because we started having sex six months ago, but we weren't officially dating until four months ago."

Grissom blushed furiously, "It's always the quiet ones, eh?" He pushed Grissom suggestively.

"Bugman!" Vince walked over to the table. "So glad you could make it!"

"Good to see you, Vince." Grissom responded.

"Vince, where's Susan?"

"She went out with some of her girlfriends." He turned back to Grissom, "Speaking of girlfriends." He turned to look at Catherine and smiled, "Introduce us."

"This is Catherine Willows," He paused and looked to her then added, "My girlfriend."

"Mind if I join you guys?"

"Please," Dale pulled a chair out, "There's plenty of room and we haven't ordered yet."

"So, Catherine Willows," Vince began smiling, "you've caught the bugman. I want to hear ALL about you. Don't leave anything out!"

"Anything?" Catherine looked skeptically at Grissom. He shrugged, "ANYTHING?" She repeated.

"Yeah, come on, start from the top. Where're you from?"

"Ok, I was born in Montana, hated it. Left for Vegas at 16. I worked as a waitress and was dating a wannabe rock-star. Worked nights as an exotic dancer to put myself through college. Married Eddie, got recruited to work at the lab by Gil," She reached for his hand and squeezed. When he smiled at her she continued, "Got pregnant, Lindsey's 12 now, filed for divorce, Eddie got murdered. Long story, short. Here I am."

"So is that what happens to all the retired exotic dancers? They become scientists?"

Catherine smiled, "Only the ones with a B.S. in Medical Technology. As for the rest most of them become prostitutes."

"Is this proper dinner conversation?" Grissom interjected.

"We haven't even ordered yet!" Catherine pointed out. She leaned back and stroked his cheek, "What's the matter, Gil? Getting restless, are we?"

"No."

"I know it's been almost 24 hours, but you'll just have to wait. I'm hungry," Catherine smiled adoringly at the blush in his cheeks, she kissed his cheek once. Twice. She had to restrain herself from grabbing him and kissing him until. . . no, focus! She took a sip of her ice water, "tonight," she whispered hoarsely, "I promise."

Grissom had no idea what to say. His jaw hung open, poised for words when the waitress came over.

Grissom and Catherine bade Dale and Vince a goodnight before walking up to their hotel room. Grissom opened the door and looked in, "I'm sorry." He said.

"What for?" She asked walking further into the room.

"I didn't realize that by telling Vince I had a girlfriend we'd get one room with one bed." He explained, "I'll sleep on the floor."

She laughed, "Don't be ridiculous!"

"What?"

"We can share the bed, Gil. It's not like you haven't seen me mostly naked before." She reasoned.

"Yeah, but you were dancing and you were like ten feet away." He shook his head. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"Do you not want to sleep with me?"

"I didn't say that, Cath." She ran her finger up and down his arm. "I didn't say that at all."

"If I was to . . . kiss you." She smiled, "Are you saying it would be unwelcome?"

"No. . . " She kissed his lips gently.

"If I was to . . . run my arms up your sides." She started to move her hands slowly down to his hips, "Are you saying you would mind?"

"No. . . "

"Good," She pulled away, "Then you won't mind sharing a bed with me. I'm going to take a shower."

The bathroom door opened and steam poured out. Grissom was laying in bed, in his pajamas: an old baggy shirt and a pair of boxers. When Catherine sauntered into the room his attentions quickly strayed from the book on Forensic Entymology propped up in his lap to the strawberry blonde woman walking across the room in a towel.

She knew he was watching her. Still got it, she thought with an inner smile. She opened up her suitcase. She fished through it, "Hey Gil?"

"Hmm?" He tried to sound inconspicuous.

"Which pjs should I wear?" She asked holding up two outfits, "Tank top and shorts or the nightie?"

"Is this a trick question?"

She giggled, "What do you mean?"

"I mean if I say the tank top and shorts are you going to assume I'm not interested in you because I chose the more chaste of the two. And if I say the nightie are you going to think that if I were so inclined the nightie would provide easier access?"

She started to laugh, "You think way too much sometimes. It's a simple question. No hidden meanings, I promise."

"Ok," He pondered. Whether it really meant nothing to her or not, this was anything but a simple question. "Well, I like the color blue."

She laughed again, "So the blue nightie?"

"But it's kind of cold so maybe cotton would be better."

"I can't imagine this would provide much warmth." She regarded it for a moment, "It probably covers less than the nightie. Maybe I should just sleep in the nude." She laughed and noticed Grissom fidget, "I'll wear the nightie."

She retreated back into the bathroom to put it on. Grissom tried to ignore his lustful thoughts. 'Ok,' he thought to himself, 'think about forensics. Ok, cockroaches. . . cockroaches have NOTHING to do with Catherine. Cockroaches are insects and Catherine's definitely a vertibrate. Cockroaches have feelers. Catherine doesn't have feelers, just hands. Hands. Hands roaming across his skin, touching, grabbing. . . Damn it! This is NOT helping.'

She emerged from the bathroom again. Grissom willed his libido to subside. "Catherine,"

"Yes?" She smiled as she pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed.

"Catherine, you look stunning."

"Thank you," she leaned over, took his face in her hands and gave him a kiss. Not an altogether chaste kiss, but not overwhelmingly passionate. Just enough for Grissom to get a taste and need more.

He put the book down on the night table. She leaned over him and turned off the lamp, pausing to give him a kiss first. When their lips broke apart she stared down at him, smiling. He looked up and grinned, "Just getting into character."

"Catherine," He started then paused.

"Yes?" She asked hopefully. 'Just give me the greenlight, just say it. Say something that means you want me. I don't really care even how it comes out. . . say with your hands. Just say it!!!'

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she replied trying to mask her disappointment. 'Damn you, Gil Grissom. Damn you.'

'Damn it, damn it!' Grissom scolded himself as he turned on his side away from Catherine, 'I cannot be laying in a bed with my best friend with an erection. . . Oh god, Catherine's so beautiful! I bet she knows a million ways to bring me to the edge. . . oh god! This isn't helping. . . But what could I possibly give her? She'd be so disappointed. . . I don't think I could take that. . .'

'I can't take this!' Catherine yelped in thought, 'oh god, I. . . I REALLY need this right now, like really bad. So bad I can't even think straight. Gil Grissom, you always do this to me and you have no idea. I don't want to startle you pumpkin, but I really, really, REALLY need this right now. You can understand that right?'

"Gil?"

"Yes?"

"Um. . . sweet dreams," 'Damn it, Willows!'

"Sweet dreams, Cath,"

"Kiss?" She asked innocently and he turned to see her hopeful smile. He leaned over her, and his upper body pressed against her. Their lips met and neither of them held anything back. Catherine's arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him tightly against her. When they broke away Grissom dropped back to his side of the bed and they lay there recovering for a moment.

She turned to him and smiled, "Don't let the bed bugs bite."

Grissom was sitting next to the pool. He had his book in his lap again and was thankful for some time to read. It was good and not good to not have Catherine prancing around half naked in front of him.

Grissom looked up in horror as Catherine and Dale walked by in front of him. "Catherine?" He asked.

"We're just taking a walk." Catherine shrugged. "Dale's going to tell me ALL about you in college."

"Don't get your hopes up, it's nothing too juicy." Dale laughed and received a glare from Grissom, "Don't worry bugman. She's yours, it's hands off." He held up his hands for Grissom to see.

"Have fun." Grissom said through gritted teeth.

'I wonder if he'll bring up Gretchen. . .' Grissom thought, 'Are you going to tell her how serious I was about Gretchen and how you stole her away from me? Is this going to be another repeat of that?'

***

"Come on, I know a nice path through the woods." Dale encouraged standing at the mouth of a trail.

She started to walk down the path after him. Her foot caught on a stump and she fell forward. She clenched her eyes shut and braced for impact with sticks and pine needles and bugs. However, she was met only with cotton and a well maintained chest.

Dale smiled down at her. She looked up in wonderment, their lips almost touching. "You ok?" She could feel his breath on her lips and. . . all she'd have to do was move A LITTLE. . .

"Fine," she choked out.

She pulled back and straightened up. "So, you and the bugman, I can't get over it. When he told me he had a girlfriend, I was thinking 'let me guess she's like 300 pounds'," he laughed, "And when he told me about you, I thought for sure he was lying. And now that I see you for myself, I WISH he was lying."

"What do you mean?"

"I wish he was lying so I could ask you out."

She blushed, "Well,"

"I mean bugman hasn't gotten a beautiful woman since. . . Gretchen probably." Dale shook his head, "But you are so much more beautiful than Gretchen."

"Well," she repeated, "Thank you."

"So, what are the chances you're going to stay with bugman?" Dale asked.

"Um. . . pretty good. Lindsey loves him. He's really great with her."

"But how do YOU feel about him?" He asked pointedly, "Do you love him?"

Catherine paused, her mouth open waiting for the words to come out. She closed her mouth and it twisted into an involuntary smile, "Yeah, I do." She chuckled, "I really really love him."

"Have you told him?"

". . .no."

"Maybe you should."

"Yeah," she smiled whistfully, "I will," she turned and ran back towards the pool. She looked around but Grissom wasn't there.

"Gil?" She poked her head into the hotel room. "Gil?" She walked in, "Are you in here?"

She received no answer, "Damn it, where did you go?" She demanded. She saw Vince walking down the hall, "Hey Vince. You seen Gil?"

"He's down by the pool isn’t he?"

"I just looked there." She looked down.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know." She answered truthfully.

***

Grissom had decided to take his own walk. He was mad, he couldn't see Dale and he couldn't see Catherine right now. He needed to be alone. His mind was flooded with thoughts. Thoughts of Gretchen. . . Dale kissing Gretchen. . . then back to Catherine! Catherine! He could NOT believe that he saw Dale kiss Catherine. She didn't protest damn it!

He felt so betrayed. It's not like they were REALLY going out or anything, but it was the principle of the matter. She was here with HIM and as far as everyone else was concerned they WERE going out. Damn her! Damn that Catherine Willows!

When it started getting dark he headed back towards the hotel, he hadn't even realized he was gone for so long.

As he walked towards the room, Catherine opened the door, ran up to him and embraced him, "Gil! Thank god!" She cried, "Where did you go? I was looking for you all day!"

"I'll bet." He grumbled and jerked away from her.

"What? Gil, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He demanded. My god! This woman has some nerve. "How can you possibly ask me that?!"

"Gil, you aren't making any sense." She grasped his hand.

"Just don't touch me."

"What's gotten into you?"

"I think the more pertinent question is WHO has gotten into YOU?"

Her jaw fell open in shock, "What, may I ask, is THAT supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means!"

She slapped him hard across the face, "Damn you, Gil Grissom! How fucking dare you say that? If you think that I would. . . you don't know me at ALL!"

"So. . . you didn't. . ." He held his burning cheek.

"No!" She yelled, walking back towards the room, "Of fucking course not! I came here with you! And I'll tell you something else. . ." She gritted her teeth.

"But I saw you kissing!"

"I fell! He caught me!"

Grissom's heart clenched up in his chest. What wrath had he just unleashed?

"I love you!" She screamed angrily and slammed the door so hard that the wall painting fell off the wall and Grissom was sure that the whole building shook.

He bit his lip. He chuckled nervously. "Whoops. . ."

"Catherine!" Grissom pounded on the door again, "Catherine please open the door! I don’t like to grovel in public! Catherine pl-"

The door opened and Catherine stood glaring at Grissom. "Get in here."

He moved inside quickly afraid of having the door slammed in his face. "Cath,"

"Grissom. Wait." She held a hand up to silence him. Grissom winced at the sudden using of his last name, "Let me just say one thing before you grovel, and there better be groveling, I canNOT believe you think I'm that much of a whore. Ignoring the fact that I'm here with YOU, I've known Dale for less than 24 hours. You think I'd fuck someone I didn't even know."

He waited to make sure she was finished, "Your turn," she said, "Start groveling."

"Catherine,"

"Get on your knees."

"Catherine!"

"How badly do you want me to hear you out?" She crossed her arms across her chest indignantly.

He looked around making sure no one was looking. He slowly got to his knees. "Catherine," he looked up at her, "I am so sorry. Words can't even express how sorry I am and how stupid I was." He leaned against her legs.

"Do you really think I would do that?"

"Back in college. I had a girlfriend named Gretchen, she was a psychology major, I was in love with her and I felt like all I'd ever need in life was her." He said slowly, "Then one night I saw her with Dale. She kissed him and. . . I didn't want to believe it at first. But a couple days later, I found them in a rather. . . delicate situation. I didn't think Gretchen would do something like that either. I saw you and Dale and what I THOUGHT was a kiss and I just. . . 'freaked out' to quote Lindsey."

Catherine smiled, her hand reaching out and stroking his hair. "Gil. . ." She reached for his hands and helped him up.

"I was just scared." He continued, "Scared I lost you before I even had you."

She leaned against his chest. "Gil,"

"Did you mean what you said?"

"When?"

"When you said. . . you loved me?"

"Yes," she answered simply. "I love you."

"That's a relief." He smiled at her, "I love you, too."

She nipped gently at his lip and then captured his mouth in a ravishing kiss. "Remember what I promised you last night?"

"Uh-huh." He pulled her into his arms and she straddled his waist.

"Take me," she purred in his ear. Grissom didn't need any more encouragement as he brought her to the bed and laid her down. Grissom's hands slide over her chest and when his hands brushed over her crotch she bucked up into his hand. "Gil, *please*!"

"Impatient?"

"Gil, don't tease!" She moaned bucking her hips again. "I need-" She moaned again as Grissom's hand snaked down her pants.

"What do you need?" He grinned.

"You-" She felt his fingers brush against her clit, "-inside me."

He slipped two fingers into her wetness, "Like this?"

"It's a start," she said with a gasp as his fingers began to plunge in and out, his palm slamming into her center. "Don't stopppp!"

Catherine started to tighten around his fingers as she came violently. Her body writhed in fathomless pleasure. She didn't have time to recover before she felt Grissom's tongue dart out and into her delicious wetness. She cried out as Grissom brought her to the edge again. He latched onto her and sucked for all he was worth. She grabbed the sheets and gripped it till her knuckles were white.

"Ohhh, God Gil!" She moaned wiping at her sweat soaked forehead. "Why didn't you ever tell me you could DO that?"

"If I went around telling everyone, I'd have to do it all day!"

"I wouldn't complain," She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him up to her.

"I bet." He grinned as she kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips and groaned.

"Ok, pants off, Gil Grissom."

"You're not too tired?"

"Don't flatter yourself," she winked.

Grissom stood and quickly pulled his pants down. Climbing back onto the bed he positioned himself over her. "Uh-uh," She said placing a hand on his arm. Before he knew what she was doing he was laying on his back and Catherine was straddling his hips. "Like this, baby."

She grabbed his erection, eliciting a deep throated groan from Grissom. "That's all I needed to hear, baby." She guided his erection into her.

He gasped his appreciation. She rose up and drove down again. Her manner became more frantic and frenzied. "Ohhh," Grissom bit his lip, "Catherine!" He grunted as his orgasm tore through his body, dragging Catherine over the edge as she screamed out his name.

She collapsed onto his chest. "Now we're even." Grissom said kissing Catherine's forehead.

"How so?"

"You didn't tell me YOU could do THAT, so we're even."

The ceremonies took place in the morning and the hotel was alive with partying well into the night. Catherine and Grissom got a chance to really bond as lovers. They were thankful for this time. They wouldn't have to worry about nosy Greg, jealous Sara or boisterous Nick and Warrick.

Catherine excused herself from the table to find the dessert cart. Dale sat down next to Grissom and watched Catherine glide across the floor, she was floating on air. Not literally, but it almost seemed to be true.

Dale shook his head, "I've gotta hand it to you, Bugman. That right there is a perfect woman."

"Don't think I don't know it."

"Might have to steal her from you." Grissom glared at him. "it was a joke, pal, relax. Gretchen was a LONG time ago. We were kids in college. I've grown up, give me a little credit!" Grissom went back to his drink. "So what do you think the future holds for you and Catherine Willows?"

Grissom cocked his head to the side in thought. He caught Catherine's eye and she smiled lovingly at him and he smiled back. He turned back to Dale, "I think we're going to play it by ear."

"Hi Dale," Catherine greeted.

"Hey Catherine," He smiled, "If you two lovebirds'll excuse me, I just saw someone I'd like to talk to."

"I brought you some cookies," She said handing a plate of cookies to Grissom. "You've been a very good boy."

"So you're rewarding me with pastries?"

"Well I can't exactly reward you with the other thing in the middle of a dining hall, now can I?"

"Well," He started, thinking. She slapped his arm playfully. "Ok, ok. But how bout a kiss."

"That's do-able." She pressed her lips to his and gave him a long kiss.

"So, I guess we have to start thinking about whether we're going to keep doing this when we get back to Vegas."

"Well, I don't know," Catherine bit her lip, "I do have a boyfriend now."

"Anyone I know?"

"I don't think so. . ."

"What's he like?"

"Well, he's very very smart, he's kind of a nerd," she said with a wink, "He collects bugs, but he is *so* handsome and sexy even though he doesn't know it. And God, he gives me the BEST orgasms ever."

"Hmm, maybe I should get him to give me a few pointers."

A smile broke out on Catherine's face and Grissom pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Catherine Willows, I love you."

"I love you, too." She whispered against the skin on his forehead. "Here," she reached down to the plate, "Have a cookie."

***

Back on the road again Catherine sat with both her legs on the floor. That was a battle she let Grissom win this time around. This time she was anything but sleepy.

"Gil?"

He didn't take his eyes off the road, "Hmm?"

"Wanna play a game?"

"Catherine!" He groaned.