She lifted her head from the telescope and found her face no more than two inches from Gil's face. She looked into his eyes again, searching for that unnamed something she had tried to find earlier. She could feel his breath entwining itself with hers. His eyes broke contact with hers, falling down to stare at her lips. Suddenly nervous she swallowed hard, subconsciously licking her lips at the same time.

"Catherine."

Before she could say anything she felt his arms snake around her waist pulling her to him and his lips descending onto hers in a gentle, yet demanding kiss. Her conscious mind left her as she instinctively reacted to the gentle probing of his tongue. Her lips parted allowing him to deepen the kiss as her arms wound around his neck pulling him closer to her. His tongue explored every part of her mouth, reveling in the taste of her. His hands had left her waist, roaming over her back and around to her stomach, quickly finding their way to her breasts. She pulled away from him, placing her hands on his chest in order to keep the distance between them. One hand rose to lift his chin so that she could look into his eyes.

"I'm sorry Catherine, I thought you…the way you were looking at me." He pulled away from her but she grabbed his hand and pulled him back into his chair. This time she initiated the kiss. This one was more urgent than the last. Any doubts that either had about this step vanished the moment their lips met. His mouth parted to give her tongue access to him. He pulled her from her chair and onto him, both of them desperate to get just a little closer to the other with each touch.

He pulled his lips from hers, leaving a trail of soft kisses from her mouth to her eyes, down her cheeks, pausing momentarily to lick her earlobes before trailing down to her neck. Her left hand pulled his head closer to her as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her right hand kneaded the small of his back, pulling him closer to her. His hands cupped her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her further into his lap causing her to moan into his ear. The intensity of the moment was too much and the chair suddenly lurched backwards onto the floor of the platform knocking the two of the apart. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Are you ok?" Catherine was just a little shaken as she had landed mostly on Gil before falling off.

"I'm fine. You?" He rubbed his back.

"Good. Not as good as a moment ago though." A half smile crept onto her face.

"I think I'm going to name that chair Brass." He pulled the chair out from under him tossing it to the side.

"What?" Catherine couldn't help laughing at the idea.

"Haven't you ever noticed Brass' timing? The moment we start to cross the line between friends and …"

"…lovers?" Catherine finished the thought for him.

"Yes. Lovers." He pulled her over to him.

"Every…" He kissed her shoulder as he pushed the sleeve down.

"…damn…" He kissed her arm as his hand pushed the other sleeve down.

"…time…" His hands untied the belt holding the dress in place while he kissed the other shoulder.

"…he walks in…" His hands slid inside the dress, cool against her warm skin.

"..and interrupts us." He began to trace a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her breasts as one hand found its way to the clasp on her bra while the other cupped a breast.

"The tush comment?" She grabbed his tush as she said this causing him to jump.

"I was trying to get in your pants." He leaned up and gave her a lop-sided grin.

"Right." Her hands left his ass and began tugging his shirt from his beltline.

"Seriously. My plan was to get you drunk, take you back to my townhouse and have my way with you." He quickly slipped her bra off her body, his hand returning to the breast it came from. His tongue tracing circles around her other nipple before taking it fully into his mouth to suck on.

"I think I shall call you Tom." He said to the breast at his mouth. His other hand was working its way south, stopping momentarily at her bellybutton before moving on to his destination.

"Brass isn't here now." She pulled away briefly so that she could slip his polo over his head, then straddled him rubbing against his growing erection urging him to continue.

"No." The word was muffled, as his mouth was full. His hand had found her heat, stroking it through her moist panties. The feeling made his desire grow.

"And I think you've found your way inside my pants, er, dress."

"So it seems." Honestly, conversation, even with Catherine wasn't at the top of his priorities at the moment. Finding a way to get her panties off without his hands and mouth having to leave her was.

"Gil?"

"Hfjpfhfrmmmm"

"Gil. My knees."

Reluctantly he left her breasts, looking at her momentarily before pushing her back off her knees and covering them with kisses. If Catherine wanted her knees kissed then who was he to argue. He heard her chuckle and looked up at her to see her eyebrow raised.

"That's not what I meant, but…"

"Huh?" He'd never noticed it before but Catherine talked too damned much.

"The floor Gil. It's grated metal and it's digging into my knees." He looked down and then looked at the grated pattern on her knees. He slid off the platform onto the floor, holding out his hand to help her down. She kissed him softly on the lips, gently biting his lower lip before moving down to nibble his chin. His hands tried to resume their work but she stopped him, licking the hollow of his neck. Nibbling her way down his check she laved his nipples as her hands reached for his belt, slowly unlatching it and pulling it from his waistband. She rubbed him through his pants, the feel of his twitching beneath her sparking more desire within. Her tongue traced a path from his chest to his waist. Slowly she unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down with her as she lowered herself in front of him. She discovered two things…one: the boxers verses briefs pool among the women in the lab had no winners. Seems the quiet bugman liked to hang loose and free. Two: She really didn't care. She was just glad she didn't have to come in until late Monday night. Gil Grissom was most definitely a well-endowed man and she would need the time to recover from what was looking to be a most promising night. She took him in her hand slowly stroking him as she licked his thighs.

"Catherine." She licked his full length before taking him into her mouth.

"Catherine. Don't you want..." Whatever he was going to say left his mind as she softly bit down on his tip. She looked up at him, her eyes dark, lustful and full of mischief. He couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into as she alternated between licking, sucking and biting him. She suddenly pulled away from him, standing up and giving him what could only be described as a chaste kiss on the cheek before walking away from him. Dumbfounded he stared after her as she left the room.

"Gil?' She was standing in the doorway, her dress hanging loosely from her hips.

"Gil. Are you going to stand there with your pants at your ankles or are you coming?" That was all he needed. Pulling his pants up quickly so that he wouldn't trip he followed her back to the room where they had eaten dinner. She was waiting for him on the table, eating a hot dog. His mind flashed back to a case several years ago when the two of them strode through the streets of Vegas and they shared a couple of hot dogs. It was at that moment he decided that he could never love a vegetarian. The pressure in his groin brought him quickly back to the present and the woman on the table. He took the hot dog from her hands and began to tease her opening with it. Catherine squirmed beneath him, trying to grab the hot dog from him. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head before resuming his teasing. She continued to squirm trying to loosen his grasp so he leaned forward taking Tom into his mouth, hoping that would still her somewhat. The weight of both of them was too great for the small table causing it to collapse beneath them.

"Do you think someone is trying to send us a message?" Her voice was full of frustration.

"Yes, and its find somewhere more comfortable." They had been so close this time, close enough that Gil was not going to stop just because of a couple of mishaps. He stood up, pulling Catherine up with him. He quickly wrapped her dress around her then pulled his pants up.

"Wait here." He left her alone while he went back to the platform to gather the rest of their clothing. Once he came back into the room with Catherine he grabbed a bag and quickly threw the remaining food inside. Not having the patience to blow out all the candles he grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed the entire room. He'd explain the table to Randy later. Grabbing her by the hand he pulled her out of the building and into the limousine.

"There's a town about 20 miles from here that should have a hotel. Find it." The window separating the front and the back of the limo reached the top just as he finished giving the driver instructions. He felt her hands on his waist before he could turn around, her fingers anxiously working the button fly of his jeans once again, releasing his erection from it's confinement. He shoved the dress back over her waist, not even bothering with the belt this time. His hand went straight to her heat finding her to still be just as aroused as he was. Making quick work of her panties he pushed his fingers into her, circling inside her before he began thrusting them in and out, curling them upwards with each thrust. He looked at her, her body arching towards him, before finding bob with his mouth and causing her to moan. Her hands were pushing him downward. Reluctantly leaving Bob (the name he had given the other breast) her made his way to her entrance with his mouth. His breath outside of her caused shivers to run through her body. He nipped her clit before allowing his tongue to enter and taste her. He felt her muscles moving against him and knew she was near. He rubbed her vigorously, tongue darting in and out as her body tensed before releasing herself completely to him. He rolled up on top of her, kissing her deeply and letting her taste herself on him.

"You're beautiful." These were the most sincere words he had ever uttered to anyone and he was rewarded with a smile that said more than anyone had ever said to him. They lay together for a few moments just looking into each other's eyes. The movement of her hand finally broke their gaze as she once again grasped his cock and began stroking it. Gil tried to move her hand but she wasn't having it. Instead she shoved him back into the seat with her other hand, then left her ministrations just long enough to pull his opened jeans from his body. The look of mischief was back in her lusty eyes. She slowly licked her way up one leg through his inner thigh and down the other, purposely avoiding his pelvic region. Coming back up the other side she stopped at his knees, licking and kissing them as he had done hers. Neither realized it at the time but they were establishing a tradition that would continue for many years to come, a tradition born of misunderstanding and teasing.

Once she was done with her teasing she went back to the business at hand, stroking and licking him thoroughly before taking him into her mouth once again. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft, slowly at first. One hand stroked the inside of his thigh while the other rolled his sack. As her speed increased Gil felt his muscles tighten. She knew exactly what she was doing, stopping just short of his coming, leaving him with a kiss at his tip.

"The limo's stopped." She was pulling her dress back over her body. "Are you just going to sit there or are we getting a room?"

"What about…?" For the life of him he couldn't understand this woman.

"My knees are cut from the floor. My back and arms bruised from when the table collapsed. Your arms are bruised from that also. Your back hit the floor pretty hard when the chair collapsed. Not to mention the large bite on your neck and the bump on your head from when we hit the pothole. I want you Gil, but not in the limo." As she said this she pulled his shirt over his head and his pants up his legs, then placing his jacket over his crotch. "It won't take us five minutes to get into a room. With a bed." At that she crawled out of the limo pulling him behind her. Once he was out she pulled him close behind her and they headed toward the check in counter, Gil kissing her neck the whole way.

The clerk at the counter saw them coming and figured she'd better get them in a room before they decided to do it on her counter. It was a slow night. She could use the entertainment but housekeeping was already gone and that would mean she'd have to clean the counter herself when they were done. By the time they'd made it through the door she had the room assigned and the keys pulled.

"We need a room." Gil handed the clerk his card and filled in the registration card as quickly as he could with Catherine's hands roaming over his ass. By the time he was done the clerk had the keys on the counter along with his card. He snatched them both up and pushed Catherine towards the elevator, both of the frantically trying to find the call button. Once inside all hell broke loose, Gil shoved her to the back of the elevator and Catherine wrapping her legs around his waist. He was lifting her up as the bell dinged and the doors opened. A ride to the fourth floor was definitely not long enough. He felt her legs fall from his waist and her hands grab his. She was staring past him to the elderly couple waiting for them to leave the elevator. She leaned into his chest laughing hard.

"We should have expected this." Linking her hand in his she pulled him out of the elevator towards their room. The elderly couple moved into the elevator, the older woman holding the door as they watched the younger couple make their way clumsily down the hall, her mind traveling back to those days with her companion. The doors finally closed leaving them with the sight of the younger couple fighting with their key card desperate to get into their room. The elderly man said a silent prayer of thanks that he had remembered to pack his viagra because he was going to need it now.

Meanwhile…back at the door to Gil & Catherine's hotel room.

"You've got it in the wrong way." Catherine grabbed the card from his hand and flipped it over. The light beeped red.

"You're pulling up too fast." Gil took the key away from her and placed it back in the slot, pulling it up slowly. The door clicked.

"See." He pushed the door handle down but it didn't open.

"You have to push as you pull it out or it doesn't work." Catherine grabbed the key back and shoved it into the lock, the red LED lighting flashing back at her. "Damn it!"

"Give me the key!" He took the key back from her. "I'll slide it in and you push." He slid the key into its slot and slowly pulled it out, the greed LED light flashing. Catherine quickly pushed the handle down and the door opened. They nearly tripped over each other trying to get through the door. Gil grabbed the "Do Not Disturb" sign and slapped it over the handle before closing it and locking the deadbolt.

Catherine was fussing with the belt on her dress. In her hurry to put it back on in the limo she had managed to snag some fabric in the latch. Gil let out a laugh.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Catherine pulled impatiently at the belt.

"You." He leaned against the wall watching her. He seen her dance many years ago but the vision in front of him made those memories pale in comparison.

"And what is so funny? And think before you speak or else…" Between the damned belt and his laughter her temper was rising fast.

"You are." He could see the anger in her as her face and neck turned red. Damn, she was sexy when she was angry.

"Wrong answer." The belt still wouldn't give. She was ready to just rip the damned dress off.

"Dear, you used to strip for a living and now you can't get your dress off. It's funny." He walked up to her, working the latch loose before slipping the dress from her body.

"OK, funny man, you solved my problem. Now what are we going to do about you?" She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss.

"Me?"

"You're entirely overdressed." Her hands ran under his shirt and up his back.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Me?"

"I helped you, its only fair." He winked at her.

Catherine winked back, stepping away from him. She walked to the bedside table and turning on the small radio. The romantic sounds of Rush Limbaugh emanating from the small speaker.

"Uh, let me find something else." She turned the dial until she found a classic soul station that was playing Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On." She turned the volume up slightly and looked back at Gil.

"Dance for me." She stepped away from his grip.

"How is that helping me?" He moved towards her but she pushed him away as she sat down on the bed.

"Never said it was to help you." She scooted back on the bed. He crawled up on the bed lying next to her.

"Then I think we have a problem." He traced lazy circles on her shoulder with his tongue.

"What problem is that?" Her hand was stroking him through his open jeans.

"I'm not in the mood to dance." He had moved from her shoulders back to Tom and Bob.

"What are you in the mood for?" She was tugging at his jeans. As much fun as this conversation was she was feeling frustrated.

"You." He pulled his shirt off tossing it somewhere across the room. Catherine slid down the bed pulling his jeans with her, stopping only to pull off his shoes and socks. She crawled back on the bed, stopping at his knees before he pulled her on up. He sat up, spreading his legs under her, then pulling her into his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. He lifted her, allowing her to guide his manhood inside her. They sat that way for a few moments looking into each other's eyes. He pulled her towards him, kissing her lips.

"Are we good?" It was a familiar question between the two of them, a way to measure their relationship.

"I don't think we've ever been this good." She cupped his face with her hands, surprising him with a gentle Eskimo kiss before letting her hands fall to his back. Gil placed his hands on her hips and slowly rocked them back and forth. Their pace was slow and steady. He wanted to make this last as long as possible for Catherine. He felt her muscles contracting around him and he quickened their pace. Her body shuttered causing him to release himself inside her.

They lay back on the bed, limbs entwined, sweat drenching their bodies. Gil pushed an errant hair from her face.

"Hey you." He stoked her arm softly.

"Hey yourself."

"Will I do?"

"I dunno. I may need another ride to be sure." She slapped his ass.

"Anytime, dear, anytime."

"Gil," she was running her fingers through his hair, "I'm off Thursday. Do you think you could find me a date by then?"