Dance With Me, a csi fanfic

Catherine's POV

We've been married now for almost a year. We've never gone dancing together, but I know that he's nervous about the idea. Butt now, that we're home and we're alone, I want to dance with him.

I walk over to the CD player and mull over a song. I finally slip a disc in and the opening strains of Shania Twain's "You're Still The One" echoes through the room.

When I first saw you, I saw love.
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.
And after all this time, you're still the one I love.

I turn to Gil, who is sitting and has finally put that book down. I move over to him and hold out my hand.

"Dance with me," I murmur.

He raises an eyebrow. "I'm not a good dancer, Catherine."

I keep my hand where it is. "It's just us, Gil. No one else is here."

He stands up and we move to the centre of the lounge room. He pulls me to him and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean my head against him, inhaling the smell I associate with Gil.

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

We're not fancy dancers, and frankly, we don't have to be. Part of the reason I love dancing with him, at home, alone, is that it is just another way to be close to him. It's not about sex, or being snazzy dancers. It's more about holding each other, and being close.

(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

We don't do it every night, and when we do, it's usually just us in the house. I've always known that he's felt slightly intimidated when we dance because he used to watch me dance occasionally at the French Palace. Sometimes I dance for him at home. But this is the kind of dancing I prefer. The kind I'll always prefer.

Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

We're just holding each other now, barely swaying to the music. I lift my head slightly and we share a gentle kiss. We smile at each other and I rest my head back against his chest, my arms tightening around his waist. I relish times like this we spend together. The world cannot intrude here. The world narrows to the two of us, and I like it that way. Gil and Catherine Grissom. Dance partners, love partners, and life partners.

FINIS