AN: Again, I'm so sorry it takes me so long to update. I really am. But here it is anyway! R&R, please! xox

"You coming?" She said just after having popped her head through the door to his office. He'd been fighting an internal battle against himself. If he didn't go now who knew what kind of consequences that might have, and if he did then was she ever going to get better? He nodded.

"I'll be there soon, just let me finish up here."

A wide smile spread across her face. A smile that made him melt. He wanted her so badly, wanted to touch her. Wanted to become one with her for the first time. He thought of the night some time back, the night he thought they would… All his suppressed desire had arisen in him that night, but it hadn't even come that far. She had been distracted, haunted. He didn't want her to feel pressured either, he wanted to wait, but his body didn't. He finished writing the last case review of the night and flicked off the light in his office.

Pulling up to her driveway, he could hardly wait to see her. And when she opened the door for him he couldn't help himself but kiss her passionately right there on the door step. She smiled.

"Want anything? Coffee?" He shook his head. She let him through to her living room.

"Well then, drop the shirt and get comfortable while I get some oil." She disappeared and he let out a heavy breath. Was she really giving him a massage with oil and all? He felt his pants tightening around his groin and groaned inwardly.

"Gil! How long does it take you to lose your shirt?" She smirked and put down the oil walking up to him. She walked behind him and began unbuttoning his shirt; she pulled it off him and kissed his bare shoulder. He wanted to turn around and embrace her, but she pushed him gently forward and down on the couch. She straddled his behind and grabbed the oil, moistening her hands, and started working her wonders on his back. He moaned reciprocating a victorious smile on her beautiful lips.

"When are you going to see the therapist again?"

She moved away from him, anger evident in her movements. He missed the weight of her on top of him immediately and the feel of her hands on his back more stroking than massaging.

"Way to turn me off, Gil."

He got himself into a sitting position.

"Cath, please. I just want you to get back in control of your life, and don't tell me you already are. Those nightmares are not being in control, they're your unconsciousness screaming at you!"

She practically fumed of rage, but didn't say anything.

"I'm just worried about you, Cath."

She rolled her eyes and turned her back to him.

"Damn it, Catherine! I worry because I love you." The word had just flung out of his mouth without him really thinking them through like he usually always did.

Her head snapped back to look at him, his honest eyes looking straight into hers.

"I love you."

She smiled a genuine smile of happiness, one which he hadn't seen in a long time. She walked up to him and he worked his arms around her, embracing her.

"I'll go back. I promise." He kissed her hair.