What they didn't show us in Fur and Loathing but it did happen in my dreams;-) The initial dialogue is theirs (you know the CSI writers, etc.) but I added some of my own thoughts.

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Catherine and Gil were examining costumes in the lab. This will have to go down as one of the most bizarre cases ever, she thought. Putting on thier goggles Catherine ran the ALS over the costume. Body fluids were obvious in the light.

" Okay, well ... I've heard of some guys getting off in some weird ways, but humping an animal suit? Well, whatever happened to normal sex?" Asked Catherine.

Grissom considered her question. "What is normal sex?"

" Uh, you think it's natural for a grown human to only be intimate with a talking animal?" She was baiting him.

Grissom answered lightly, "Well, Freud said that the only unnatural sexual behavior was to have none at all. And after that, it's just a question of opportunity and preference. And evidently, many prefer the feel of fur to the texture of human skin."

"Well, I like hairy chests, but I'm not about to bop a six-foot weasel."

Grissom was amused by her words and he filed away her comment for futher examination later. Right now he needed to focus. Just then Greg walked into the lab. Grissom waited to hear what he had to say.

" Bud is starting to look like a pretty bad cat. Trace from his costume." He handed the results to Grissom.

"Well, identical to the trace we found in Rocky Raccoon's vomit. Ipecac and civet oil."

"Well, that's what you get for eating ..."

The investigation continued until all the questions were answered. Rocky had been shot by the park ranger when he was mistaken for a coyote. Once everything had been wrapped up and Grissom was alone in his office, his mind wandered back to his conversation with Catherine.

What does Catherine think is normal sex? She's certainly had esposure to the dark side of things. Probably saw a lot of wierd stuff when she was dancing. And then...who knows what Eddie expected from her. Obviously this thing with the animals was too bizarre for her but... Why are you thinking about this? She's your co-worker and more importantly, your friend. Still... His thoughts were moving away from what she thought was normal and what it might be like to be with her. She's so beautiful and that skin of hers...He tried to imagine what she might look like, sans clothes and the images his mind was producing were causing reactions throughout his body. Quit thinking like that...but...his mind played an image of his hands caressing her, moving slowly from her neck to her breasts and exploring their mysteries. He squirmed in his chair as he relished the vision. You'll never know though, will you?

He closed his eyes, trying to erase the images but it only served to enhance them. The flatness of her belly, the roundness of her ass...This is torture...And then her other words popped into his mind. "Well, I like hairy chests..." Guess that lets you know where you stand, huh Grissom? She won't be exploring your bare chest. It's too smooth.

Just then the object of his fantasies appeared in his doorway. "Grissom? Lost in thought?"

He smirked. If you only knew... "Yeah...kind of...just thinking about Rocky."

"Yeah, all too wierd if you ask me." She walked in and sat in the chair across from him. His previous visions of her bare chest popped back into his mind. She noticed his eyes glance in that general direction. Funny, it's usually my ass he watches.

"Well...not my preference anyway," he smiled.

She tilted her head slightly and looked a little surprised. He had left her a huge opening and she intended to use it. "So, what is your preference, Gil?" Her voice was low...with a huskiness that he rarely heard from her.

"Well, not furry suits..." he chuckled.

"Yeah...but what then?"

He toyed with his glasses that were sitting on the desk in front of him. His brow furrowed as he thought about his answer. "I suppose...well...I mean, well, it seems I'm still looking for the answer to that question. I mean, don't you think so?' His eyes drilled into hers.

Surprised by the seriousness of his answer, she thought before answering. "Yeah...I guess. Although it seems to me you aren't even looking. You flirt but it never goes anywhere."

A small smile grew at the corners of his mouth. "Maybe I flirt because I'm testing the waters..."

"And if the water is too hot, you run away as fast as you can. Is that it?"

"Nooo," he replied thoughtfully. "But maybe sometimes the waters are too turbulant. I can't get a good reading. Besides, maybe I get the feeling that if I dive in, I'm only going to get tossed out."

Catherine looked at him with disbelief. "Why would you think that, Gil?"

"Well, maybe I'm lacking in some way...maybe I don't have what the lady is looking for."

"You missing some ...um, equipment or something?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, the equipment is fine...at least that's what I've been told," he smirked. "But sometimes a woman wants other attributes..."

"Like what?"

"Well...like you said this afternoon that you like hairy chests..." he dangled the bait.

"Yeah...I do. I like a lot of things. I like a man with nice eyes and good hair too. I like buff and I like a guy about six feet tall. I like smart and funny too. There's a whole long list. Hot in bed is certainly on there somewhere. But I also am realistic enough to know I'm never going to find one man with the whole package."

"So...you'd be okay with a guy that doesn't have a hairy chest?"

"Depends what his other attributes are," she said wantonly.

Gil felt the blood rush to his face and other places too. "So maybe a woman might see some of the qualities in me that she is looking for but not find others and still be interested?" His eyes were bright and alert, anticipating.

"A lot of women do, Gil. Every woman in this lab has salivated over you at one time or another. And I know your aren't so oblivious that you haven't felt it." She was teasing him now.

"So how do I sort them out? How do I get a good reading from the waters? I mean, if I discover what my preferances are?"

"Well, Gil. Only you can determine your own preferences. But I do know that sometimes the answers to the big questions are right in front of you. Sometimes we are so busy looking in the distance for the answers that we don't realize they were under our noses all the time."

He looked thoughtfully at her. "Well, then I think I found my preference then but I'm still not sure about her."

She looked at him quizzically. "Oh, so I'll ask you the question...what are your preferences, Gil?"

Again his face became pensive. "Well, I like a woman with a nice tush. Classic lines, slender but not skinny...you know, still curvy. I prefer light eys and soft skin. Not too tall but not short either. Intelligent and savy. Humourous... and passionate. Oh...and she should be good with people because I'm not."

"You expect to get all that in one package, " chuckled Catherine.

"Yes, I do." He stated. "In fact, I've met a woman like that...with everything in one package."

"So why aren't you with her?"

"Because I don't have much hair on my chest, Catherine." He looked intently at her and then quietly added, "but I do have other attributes."

Her eyes widened as she digested his words and a naughty smile crept into her features. Then she asked, "What sort of attributes, Gil?"

An equally naughty smile crossed his face as he replied, "Care to come home with me and I'll show you?"

Her eyes lit with anticipation. "How soon can you get out of here?" She sprang from her chair, " I'll meet you at your place," she called behind as she headed for the locker room to gather her stuff. He was out of his door and locking it before she made it down the hall.

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Should I leave it here or should we explore his attributes in another chapter?