Author's Note: I wish I owned these characters but, alas, I do not. All characters belong to CSI

As Catherine Willows signed yet another report, a brief image flashed through the blonde's mind of what could happen if she didn't take a break soon. It consisted of her hand falling off because of every god damn report Gilbert Grissom had made her fill out for him. Why she did it, Catherine didn't know.

She was sitting in Grissom's office. Bottles and tubes of strange substances filled every space possible. His pet tarantula was watching Catherine from inside its glass cage. Catherine shuddered. One day she would have to pay Greg to get rid of that thing. Catherine was sitting across from Grissom at his desk, with mounds of paper scattered everywhere, wondering how he did it. The two of them had been filling out reports for almost the entire shift. Yet the only sign Grissom showed of being tired was the coffee cup he would rush to the break room every five minutes to refill. Now he was squinting at some paperwork, unaware of Catherine's stare that graced him, eyebrows scrunched together with a confused expression. Catherine couldn't help but think how cute Grissom looked in that moment and she smiled. His gray curls were a mess from running his hands through it whenever he got frustrated and his reading glasses were a bit slanted on his face. His dark blue eye's look a little tired but still had their sparkle. Suddenly they met her baby blues.

"Catherine. I can see you staring at me."

If Catherine was embarrassed she didn't show it. Instead she gave him her signature glare.

"Gil. I have been filling out this paperwork for hours. If you don't let me leave now, the dayshift CSI's will be trying to figure out how you ended up lying on the floor of your office." She cocked one perfect eyebrow. "Dead."

A shiver ran down Grissom's spine, but he still managed to make his adorable puppy dog face.

"But if you leave I will be so lonely. I'll be sitting in my dark office…deserted."

Catherine sighed, "Grissom. This building is filled with people. Find one of them to entertain you. Like Sara." It was a cheap blow, and Catherine knew it.

Grissom's smirk turned into a frown. "What is that supposed to mean, Cath?"

Catherine hated the way Sara followed her best friend around, like a young puppy devoted to its master.

"Forget what I said. It's just been a long shift, that's all." Her warm smile convinced Grissom to let her comment go. He looked at his watch.

"Well shift does end in twenty minutes," Grissom stretched his legs and rubbed his neck, "I guess if you want to abandon me you can go Catherine."

Catherine jumped up from the uncomfortable chair, her tiredness momentarily forgotten.

"Well if you insist, I guess I will just have to leave early!"

Grissom stood up also, preparing to take a trip to the break room for more coffee.

"Just get out of here before I change my mind."

With a smirk letting Grissom know she had won, Catherine Willows started walking out of her boss' office. Yet she casually reached her slender arm out to pick up a folder full of paperwork resting on his desk. Grissom beamed, knowing Catherine would fill more reports out for him at home. Their eyes met and Grissom held her gaze.

It was Catherine's turn to feel a shiver go down her spine. Her casual form turned clumsy, and Catherine broke the eye contact. Blushing, she quickly turned to go. However, in her hastiness Catherine tripped over her chair and catapulted to the floor, paperwork splaying everywhere.

Get a grip on yourself Catherine!

Before she knew it, Grissom was crouching down right beside Catherine making sure she was all right. Catherine's blush intensified and she picked herself off the floor and sat on her knees.

"On my god, are you okay Cath!" Grissom was glancing over his best friend's body, looking for cuts and bruises. He couldn't help but notice the close proximity of Catherine's body.

"I'm fine Gil. Honestly." Catherine started to pick up the papers that were now strewn across the dirty office floor, a dull pang beginning to form in her head.

Grissom sighed, wondering if she was really okay. He decided Catherine was probably fine.

"If you wanted my attention there are safer ways to get it than by falling on your face."

Catherine laughed. She had managed to pick up half the papers she had dropped and saw Gil reaching for more. Catherine felt something warm trickle down her face and frowned.

Feeling proud his joke had gotten a chuckle, Grissom looked up at Catherine to laugh with her. His heart skipped a beat when he saw some blood trickling from Catherine's cheek. Grissom scooted closer and examined her cut.

"Grissom it's fine! Don't worry about it!"

"Cath, you're bleeding! Just let me look at you for a second!

Admitting defeat, Catherine remained still while Grissom hovered over her face. He was pointedly staring at her injury. His face was only inches from hers and Catherine's heartbeat sped up.

Grissom was trying to ignore how beautiful Catherine looked and how close their bodies were. The cut was a tiny one on her cheek. Grissom reached his thumb to the cut and tenderly brushed away a trickle of blood. His heart starting beating faster with the electric current that seemed to shock Grissom when he had touched Catherine. His eyes met Catherine's and he noticed for the first time that she was staring at him with a look on her face which Grissom didn't recognize. They were so close now. Grissom looked into her eyes and was met with a smoldering gaze. Forgetting Catherine's cut, Grissom bent lower and took his chance, kissing Catherine softly on the lips. He was shocked when she didn't push him away, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him to the floor.

Catherine had never thought Gil and her would happen. But kissing him now everything seemed right. His lips wandered to her neck and Catherine gasped when he hit a sensitive spot. She felt dizzy with passion that had been pent up for twenty years.

Soon Gil crashed his lips upon Catherine's once more. He couldn't get enough of her. He had waited for too long. Needing more than Catherine's lips, Grissom reached down to undo Catherine's shirt.

Catherine and Grissom were too preoccupied to hear Greg Sanders knock. Before they knew it Gil Grissom's door was sung wide open, exposing the two CSI's.

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