I Can't Feel My Face

Rating: It's fine for now.

Disclaimer: I don't own any songs or characters... or the tv show :(

Summary: "Write this down... I haven't had sex in six... no, seven months!"

A/N: So... I saw this GIF set on Tumblr the other day and an idea popped into my head. I hope you guys like the idea too! I know this song doesn't quite fit their relationship, but I Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd inspired this fic. Along with some others.

"We're mid-case. Why do we have to do this now?" She's snooping around his office, picking up jars of dead animals and organs that no one else in their right minds would touch, partly because they're Grissom's… and partly because it was just weird.

"I have to get this evaluation in or I'm gonna get written up." He's been putting off her evaluation for a long time now. He knows that one day, she'll outshine everyone else in the lab- hell, she's already doing that. He can't stand to lose her to another team… a team of her own.

"Okay," she says defensively, trying to calm him down. She places the jar filled with God knows what back in its spot. "My goals…" She turns to face him, thinking about what she wants to put on this evaluation. And it hits her. "Oh, okay!" She points to him and takes a seat. "For starters. I'd like two consecutive nights off. I would like to cut my triples down to ten a year instead of the usual twenty. And ugh… I would love to find a reliable babysitter so I can have myself some kind of a personal life." He's writing frantically at her evaluation. It takes him a second to process everything she's saying, but he finally asks.

"You don't have a personal life?" The question somewhat catches her off guard. Grissom's never been the type to ask much about her personal life... or what was left of it.

"I… write this down. I haven't had sex in six… no, seven months!" It's safe to say her evaluation has started off on a bit of a bumpy path. All the while, her eyes are locked onto him just to let him know how serious she is. For a moment, she's not even sure that he's heard her, but he suddenly stops writing and drags his eyes up to meet hers.

"How can I help?" It's a sincere question and she definitely knows now that he wasn't paying attention to a word she was just saying. She's been playing with her earring the entire time, but when his question finally hits her, the piece of jewelry is suddenly not the most interesting thing anymore. Her eyebrows slightly rise and she tilts her head back to straighten up in her chair. The idea of having sex with Grissom is… intriguing. There's no denying it in her mind that he's handsome… very handsome. He's her best friend, she's his right hand… and left.

She reasons that it wouldn't be wise to mix work with pleasure, but her eyes scan down his chest and she's suddenly wondering what's underneath all those dark layers of clothes he's got on. The thought of his lips against her neck, his body pushing up against hers, his hands roaming her body is enough to hike up her breathing. Her tongue nearly comes out to wet her dry lips, but her fantasy falls short.

"You. Advance, I mean," he finishes off and can't help but notice her slightly disappointed look. It takes him a moment to realize what's gotten her so upset, and now he's the one who's not able to concentrate. He made a sexual advancement towards her… and she didn't turn it down.

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She's sitting in the locker room, shrugging on her jacket and flipping her long blonde hair from out behind her shoulders. Another shift done, another deserved night off. She hoped her conversation with Gil earlier would really open his eyes to how little free time his employees had. She could go home and get dressed, go out for a night on the town, get drunk, maybe try to go home with a handsome man… but she wouldn't.

"You're still here." His voice startles her from the doorway and she stands from the bench to shut her locker. She gives him a sideways glance. He knows better than to ask such a question. Of course she's still there. She never leaves. This is her home.

"Yes. I am still here."

"Going out," he asks, his hands in his pockets. He's looking her up and down, noticing the tight jeans and heels. She's wearing the same black, low cut shirt she wore that one night she had come to check up on him before leaving for a club... to only get her heart broken within seconds of walking through the door.

"Umm… no, actually." She looks down at her shoes. "I think I'll just head home and call it a night." He grows silent.

It was silly of her to think he would actually want to her help with her current… frustrations. Other than offering up an ear to listen to her troubles every now and then, maybe going to a casual dinner once or twice, they had never really spent much time together outside of the lab.

She always thought he would find her extra baggage a deal breaker.

He never thought someone as beautiful and spontaneous as Catherine would be interested in a closed off, reserved guy like him.

He knew he was guilty of subconsciously judging her, every time she made off from the lab in those tight jeans and unbearably low cut blouses. He knew she was a grown woman capable of making her own choices, but they were all wrong. He never got any satisfaction from having it proved right, though; nothing was worse than having to watch her heart get broken time and time again.

But she was his best friend and if he couldn't at least give her a fun night out on the town, then what was the point?

So he holds out his arm with his hand outstretched for her to take.

"Come on," he says finally, beckoning her closer with his hand. There's a smile slowly spreading across her face and he knows he has her. "Let's go," he encourages again, offering up a small smile when she hesitantly, but completely places her hand into his. She trusts him unconditionally.

"Go where," she's asking, allowing him to lead her out of the locker room and into the hallway where they begin to walk for the parking garage.

"Out," he casually says, like it's no surprise. She's stunned and has to keep up with him all while processing what's happening in her head.

"What- but… you… Gil." She stops him right before they reach the elevators that will take them to the top of the garage, where their cars are parked. "You don't go out," she reminds him, emphasizing the 'out'. "And that's okay. You don't have to do this. Don't worry about it." They share a look and it's enough to nearly melt his heart, though he knows that's physically impossible. He's judged this woman for her choice in men, scorned her for her ways of working, has gotten into countless arguments with her, but she was still beside him, still willing to be his best friend and hold his hand.

He looks down at her face, illuminated by the dim lights from the lab's hallway. He can't help but notice the small sparkle of excitement in her blue eyes and he knows he can't let her down now. He wants to see her happy, wants her to have the things she wants. He realizes then that he's tired of watching other men try to give her those things… and that it's his turn to try now.

So his hand slips out from hers, travels across her hip and finds a spot in her lower back so he can push her closer to him. He holds out his other hand and presses the button for the elevator.

"Okay… dinner first."

The doors slide open and he's gently guiding her in front of him. There's a smile on her face from ear to ear now and as he pushes the button to send them up to his car, she can't help but watch him with a loving affection. Right as the doors slide back to conceal them in the elevator, she reaches down and gently grabs the hand that pulled her out from the darkness of the locker room.

There's no denying there's a spark of electricity that shoots through both of their bodies and he looks down at their joined hands, his small smile growing just as wide as hers.

A/N: OKAY FIRST CHAPTER. I HAVE TO FINISH THIS ONE. I HAVE TOOO! It's too cute of a story and idea to let it die. Let me know how ya'll like it! Sorry for any grammar mistakes!