Awake and Dreaming
Rating: R
Pairing: Catherine/Gil
Description: C/G fluff. It has no plot whatsoever!!!
Disclaimer: I still don't own them...
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The crime lab was fairly empty that night. Everyone had gone home early
to get ready for the weekend. It was slow. Catherine Willows strode
briskly down the hall to Gil Grissom's office. She knocked once on the
door and a gruff voice answered with a curt "Yes?"
"Gil, I have the results of the labwork done on Jane Doe's blood and..."
she stopped abruptly, trying to hide the smirk that was creeping across
her face. "Sorry, did I wake you?" she asked teasingly. He had a red
stripe across his cheek that matched the stack of papers sitting on his
desk. There was a wet spot smudging the ink on the top piece...something
that looked suspiciously like drool.
"Er..." Gil looked flustered. Catherine was almost shocked. Grissom?
Flustered? He quickly pulled himself together. "Excuse me, Cath, did you
have something you wanted to tell me or shall I just go back to sleep?"
he asked coyly.
"Yeah. We got the blood back from the lab and it seems our mystery vic
had high levels of CO2 in her...blood..." Catherine trailed off when she
noticed the glazed look cloud her coworkers ice blue eyes. "Uh, Gris?
Is something wrong?" she asked, a little concerned. It wasn't like Gil
to lose his concentration like this when there was a case that needed
solving.
"Huh? Did you say something Cath?" he asked, not really meeting her eyes.
"Gil, what's up? You're a total space cadet tonight!" she exclaimed.
"It's just.....no, there's no way I could tell you. You'll only laugh at
me." he replied, dropping his eyes to the floor. Catherine laughed.
"What is it, Gris? Girl trouble?" she joked. Grissom concentrated harder
on the floor, and Catherine could swear a red glow was rising in his cheeks
and tickling his ears. "Oh my God, the apocalypse is here! Gil has girl
problems!" Catherine shrieked with laughter.
"Wanna announce it over the PA? I'm sure it'd be quieter!" hissed Gil,
embarrassed at his current situation.
"Well? Who is it? Wait, I know, it's Sara, isn't it? Oh my God, you
have the hots for Sidle, don't you?" she gasped, feeling a familiar pang
of jealousy in her gut.
"No, for God sakes, no! She's, like, fifteen years younger than me!!
That's just wrong!" he exclaimed, shocked.
"Not Sidle, huh?" said Catherine thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "Well,
who else is there that Gil has romantic interest in?" she said, a comment
made more to herself than Gil. She was hesitant to admit, even to herself,
that this was a very uncomfortable situation for her to be in.
She was used to the feelings she got now whenever she was working in a
close proximity to Gil; a warm feeling spreading from her core out to her
fingertips, a tingly sensation all over her body. For a while she had
tried to convince herself that it was hormones, or some sort of nerve
disorder. The more it happened the more she attempted to dismiss the
feelings for something else. But the feelings became more intense.
She had to learn to hide her passion, or to change it into a passion
for whatever case she was working on. She learned to accept the fact
that she, Catherine Willows, the calm, cool and collected one, was falling
head over heels for him. She felt like dancing whenever he paid her a
compliment. She wanted to pin him to the wall when he got his sexy look;
brow furrowed in concentration, tongue sticking out of the corner of his
mouth, sometimes sliding across his lips to moisten them.
And now, he was about to discuss his feelings for another woman right in
front of her. "OK, spill" she sighed, plopping into the chair across
from him, moving slightly away from a nasty specimen suspended in green
liquid on a shelf behind her.
"You don't give up, do you, Willows?" he sighed resignedly. "Fine. She's
an amazingly gorgeous woman" he began. Catherine nodded, a knot of
jealousy growing inside her. "She's sophisticated, smart and caring.
Very passionate." he said, twiddling his pen through his fingers. "I have
to admit I've had a crush on her for a while now. No, she doesn't know"
he added, to the look on Catherine's face. "No, I doubt she can come close
to fathoming my feelings for her." He leaned forward on his chair, resting
his elbows on the top of his desk and placing his chin in his hands. She
gazed intently into his eyes, her lust growing every second.
"Her hands fascinate me. I love to watch her work. I can't stand being
near her. I feel like I'm going to burst when I'm around her." he said,
blushing again. Catherine had never heard Gil talk like this. She watched
his mouth as he talked, watched his moist red tongue darting back and
forth, wanting to press her lips onto his in an earthshattering kiss. She
shook the thoughts out of her head, scolding herself inwardly.
"So she works here...you work with her..." Catherine summarized, going over
a list of people in her head. There was Sara, but he had already protested
vehemently to that one...countless interns, techies and other lab
rats...Catherine felt very clueless.
"She makes me feel alive" he whispered. Catherine's jealousy was painfully
pulsing, coursing through her veins. She wanted to reach across the table
and grab his shoulders, to yell 'damnit Gil, kiss me'. But she could never
do that. Instead she sat in stony silence.
Gil broke the silence. "So, Cath, queen of the crime lab, don't you know
who it is?" he asked.
She shook her head and replied "No" almost scathingly.
"Well, I told you she's drop dead gorgeous" he said. Catherine's jealousy
raged like an inferno inside her chest. "She has blonde hair, beautiful
hazel eyes..." he continued. Catherine nodded curtly. "She is an amazing
mother..." Catherine felt a surge of excitement as Gil reached across the
desk and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "And she is sitting
right here in front of me" he finished.
"Wha..." Catherine began but was too stunned to finish. Gil stared
intently into her eyes, boring into her very soul. She stared back into
his eyes, fathomless, filled with...was it lust? Desire? Catherine was
sure hers mirrored his.
"I was so afraid, Cath" he said as he stroked her cheek. She couldn't
hold back the sigh that erupted from her throat. "I was afraid I would
never be able to tell you. I took the chance tonight...and I can see it
in your eyes that you feel the same" he said. He ran his finger up her
striking cheekbone and caressed her ear. She sighed again and began to
speak when he pressed his lips to hers, so tenderly. Their lips seemed
to fit together perfectly. She took initiative and deepened the kiss,
prying at the crease of his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth to
caress his own. She felt like she was in a dream. He pulled her head
closer to his, wrapping his hands in her hair as she undid the top button
on his shirt. He gently pulled her hand away and chuckled at her groan
of frustration.
"Not here, not now." he whispered. Disappointed, she nodded in agreement.
He gazed at her; lips swollen from the kiss, eyes lustily half closed,
shirt crooked on her torso. She straightened it self consciously and
turned to leave. He caught her hand.
"Call me when you get home"
Rating: R
Pairing: Catherine/Gil
Description: C/G fluff. It has no plot whatsoever!!!
Disclaimer: I still don't own them...
********************************************************************************
The crime lab was fairly empty that night. Everyone had gone home early
to get ready for the weekend. It was slow. Catherine Willows strode
briskly down the hall to Gil Grissom's office. She knocked once on the
door and a gruff voice answered with a curt "Yes?"
"Gil, I have the results of the labwork done on Jane Doe's blood and..."
she stopped abruptly, trying to hide the smirk that was creeping across
her face. "Sorry, did I wake you?" she asked teasingly. He had a red
stripe across his cheek that matched the stack of papers sitting on his
desk. There was a wet spot smudging the ink on the top piece...something
that looked suspiciously like drool.
"Er..." Gil looked flustered. Catherine was almost shocked. Grissom?
Flustered? He quickly pulled himself together. "Excuse me, Cath, did you
have something you wanted to tell me or shall I just go back to sleep?"
he asked coyly.
"Yeah. We got the blood back from the lab and it seems our mystery vic
had high levels of CO2 in her...blood..." Catherine trailed off when she
noticed the glazed look cloud her coworkers ice blue eyes. "Uh, Gris?
Is something wrong?" she asked, a little concerned. It wasn't like Gil
to lose his concentration like this when there was a case that needed
solving.
"Huh? Did you say something Cath?" he asked, not really meeting her eyes.
"Gil, what's up? You're a total space cadet tonight!" she exclaimed.
"It's just.....no, there's no way I could tell you. You'll only laugh at
me." he replied, dropping his eyes to the floor. Catherine laughed.
"What is it, Gris? Girl trouble?" she joked. Grissom concentrated harder
on the floor, and Catherine could swear a red glow was rising in his cheeks
and tickling his ears. "Oh my God, the apocalypse is here! Gil has girl
problems!" Catherine shrieked with laughter.
"Wanna announce it over the PA? I'm sure it'd be quieter!" hissed Gil,
embarrassed at his current situation.
"Well? Who is it? Wait, I know, it's Sara, isn't it? Oh my God, you
have the hots for Sidle, don't you?" she gasped, feeling a familiar pang
of jealousy in her gut.
"No, for God sakes, no! She's, like, fifteen years younger than me!!
That's just wrong!" he exclaimed, shocked.
"Not Sidle, huh?" said Catherine thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "Well,
who else is there that Gil has romantic interest in?" she said, a comment
made more to herself than Gil. She was hesitant to admit, even to herself,
that this was a very uncomfortable situation for her to be in.
She was used to the feelings she got now whenever she was working in a
close proximity to Gil; a warm feeling spreading from her core out to her
fingertips, a tingly sensation all over her body. For a while she had
tried to convince herself that it was hormones, or some sort of nerve
disorder. The more it happened the more she attempted to dismiss the
feelings for something else. But the feelings became more intense.
She had to learn to hide her passion, or to change it into a passion
for whatever case she was working on. She learned to accept the fact
that she, Catherine Willows, the calm, cool and collected one, was falling
head over heels for him. She felt like dancing whenever he paid her a
compliment. She wanted to pin him to the wall when he got his sexy look;
brow furrowed in concentration, tongue sticking out of the corner of his
mouth, sometimes sliding across his lips to moisten them.
And now, he was about to discuss his feelings for another woman right in
front of her. "OK, spill" she sighed, plopping into the chair across
from him, moving slightly away from a nasty specimen suspended in green
liquid on a shelf behind her.
"You don't give up, do you, Willows?" he sighed resignedly. "Fine. She's
an amazingly gorgeous woman" he began. Catherine nodded, a knot of
jealousy growing inside her. "She's sophisticated, smart and caring.
Very passionate." he said, twiddling his pen through his fingers. "I have
to admit I've had a crush on her for a while now. No, she doesn't know"
he added, to the look on Catherine's face. "No, I doubt she can come close
to fathoming my feelings for her." He leaned forward on his chair, resting
his elbows on the top of his desk and placing his chin in his hands. She
gazed intently into his eyes, her lust growing every second.
"Her hands fascinate me. I love to watch her work. I can't stand being
near her. I feel like I'm going to burst when I'm around her." he said,
blushing again. Catherine had never heard Gil talk like this. She watched
his mouth as he talked, watched his moist red tongue darting back and
forth, wanting to press her lips onto his in an earthshattering kiss. She
shook the thoughts out of her head, scolding herself inwardly.
"So she works here...you work with her..." Catherine summarized, going over
a list of people in her head. There was Sara, but he had already protested
vehemently to that one...countless interns, techies and other lab
rats...Catherine felt very clueless.
"She makes me feel alive" he whispered. Catherine's jealousy was painfully
pulsing, coursing through her veins. She wanted to reach across the table
and grab his shoulders, to yell 'damnit Gil, kiss me'. But she could never
do that. Instead she sat in stony silence.
Gil broke the silence. "So, Cath, queen of the crime lab, don't you know
who it is?" he asked.
She shook her head and replied "No" almost scathingly.
"Well, I told you she's drop dead gorgeous" he said. Catherine's jealousy
raged like an inferno inside her chest. "She has blonde hair, beautiful
hazel eyes..." he continued. Catherine nodded curtly. "She is an amazing
mother..." Catherine felt a surge of excitement as Gil reached across the
desk and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "And she is sitting
right here in front of me" he finished.
"Wha..." Catherine began but was too stunned to finish. Gil stared
intently into her eyes, boring into her very soul. She stared back into
his eyes, fathomless, filled with...was it lust? Desire? Catherine was
sure hers mirrored his.
"I was so afraid, Cath" he said as he stroked her cheek. She couldn't
hold back the sigh that erupted from her throat. "I was afraid I would
never be able to tell you. I took the chance tonight...and I can see it
in your eyes that you feel the same" he said. He ran his finger up her
striking cheekbone and caressed her ear. She sighed again and began to
speak when he pressed his lips to hers, so tenderly. Their lips seemed
to fit together perfectly. She took initiative and deepened the kiss,
prying at the crease of his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth to
caress his own. She felt like she was in a dream. He pulled her head
closer to his, wrapping his hands in her hair as she undid the top button
on his shirt. He gently pulled her hand away and chuckled at her groan
of frustration.
"Not here, not now." he whispered. Disappointed, she nodded in agreement.
He gazed at her; lips swollen from the kiss, eyes lustily half closed,
shirt crooked on her torso. She straightened it self consciously and
turned to leave. He caught her hand.
"Call me when you get home"