Author Note: I'm trying something new here, I've never done a story with the supernatural involved, but I think I got a good thing going here in this one, but I am always open to suggestions for continuation.
For people who enjoy the pairing of Grissom & Catherine (Grillows)
This story is set about 3 years after the plot of "Second Chances", which was just updated so go check that story out if you are interested!
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Updated 10-Apr-2019 - major updates
The Britannica
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Gil was sitting at the kitchen table, his reading glasses down the bridge of his nose reviewing his latest bank statements in comparison to the colourful brochures his wife slapped down in front of him moments ago.
"Cat are you sure we can afford this trip? I mean this, this sounds wonderful but also very expensive." Gil asked.
"Gil would you quit belly aching. Every time we talk money we sound like an old married couple." Catherine replied while scrubbing the breakfast dishes. As usual, her helpers, ten year old Lindsey and two year old Caitlyn were no where to be seen.
Gil glanced up from the tropical pamphlet and stared at his wife over the rim of his glasses. "We are an old married couple."
Catherine was mathematically forty-five years old and Gil forty-nine, about to be fifty in two months, but she would not consider them 'old' until they were at least in their seventies. Their youngest daughter Caitlyn kept both her mom and dad on their toes, just entering her dart, dash and fling stage, making messes in every room and running off in department stores. She also became her older sisters little shadow, which Lindsey was beginning to hate.
Catherine turned, flicking a few soap bubbles at her husband. "I don't know about you, but I sure as hell don't feel old. Chasing after Caitlyn has put me in the best shape of my life,"
Gil wiped the soap from his cheek realizing that he could not argue with his wife there. Kate was a handful, on good days, but with a milestone birthday approaching in a few months, Gil felt that his age was starting to catch up with him.
"I won't disagree that we need a vacation," Gil replied, getting up to join Catherine at the counter. He grabbed a tea towel and started to dry the dishes on the drying rack.
Catherine shook her wet hands in the sink and wiped them down the sides of her jean shorts. It was only June and the desert heat was stronger than normal, their A/C working on overtime. She wrapped her suntanned arms around her husband's neck, peering over his shoulder at his spotty drying technique.
"I want to do something special for your birthday, and I know how much you hate parties, or people, so I figured a yacht in the middle of the ocean would be perfect." Catherine sulked, kissing his cheek, "No kids, no responsibilities, no work, just you and me and the ocean." She lulled in a sing song voice, rocking them back and forth, wearing him down.
"Catherine, the closest body of water to us is hours away, how are we supposed to sail a boat?"
Catherine frowned, "For once can't you just be spontaneous?" She pouted, laying it on thick with her quivering bottom lip and large puppy-dog eyes.
Catherine knew Gil could not resist her pouting face, and they did really need a vacation, between play dates with Kate, Lindsey's soccer and piano practice after school, and the countless double, sometimes triple shifts they had been pulling at the lab, a break was in order. He hated how Catherine knew exactly what buttons to push, how he hated parties and social gatherings, especially when it came to celebrating his day of birth. He loved his team, but spending hours with them to talk about how old he was getting was not his idea of fun. Having a private week on a boat in the middle of the ocean with his wife sounded heavenly.
"Alright, pack your bags," Gil stated and smiled giving her a kiss.
Catherine grinned, hugging her husband tight, "I knew you'd come around. Our plane leaves in six hours." She replied, letting go and sashaying out of the kitchen, knowing her husband was staring at her butt as she left the room.
T.B.C