TEDDY

Author: Michelcz

Disclaimer: It doesn't belong to me. Sad thing.

Characters: Catherine/Gil

Spoiler: Slaves of Las Vegas

Rating: M+

Summary: Which words were said after the episode ended?

Catherine and Grissom turned the corner and walked through the hallway on their way from the interrogation room. They were walking in a comfortable silence for a while when Catherine started talking to her partner next to her.

"I just realized that you and I have a very healthy relationship."

"We do?" Grissom asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, when we have a problem, I don't paint Greg Sanders in latex and stick a straw up his nose," she told him stony faced.

"Good. He'd probably like it," he said playfully.

Catherine sighed breathless at the antics of this man and put her hand on Grissom's shoulder. Stopping him in his slow pace.

"Gil… You're supposed to say something back to me," she groaned.

"OK," he looked piercingly at her and started slowly speak to her, "I never told anybody this. Catherine, I have never had a teddy bear when I was a little boy."

He winked at her after he finished his heartfelt statement and left her standing in the middle of the hallway half way to their destination. Even though she knew that Gil Grissom was able to joke , it happened on a rare occasion in their work. She didn't know how to answer this challenge of his. When she was looking at his retreating back in the crowded lab, she had an amazing idea. She's going to fulfill his old dream. He will never know what had hit him.

She needed two hours so she could set her plans in motion. She had also a few task which were needed to be done before the show will start.

In the moment when Catherine was pulled her car into Grissom's driveway, the last two hours was going over in her minds again. How she had to stop in a mall after she drove Lindsey in school, where she had bought the biggest teddy bear with the smallest imitation of Grissom's clothes. Blue jeans, small gray shirt and imitation of his black leather jacket. God, how she loved it when he wore these clothes on. It was an important having a copy of him in her arms at the moment when he opened the door. And it wasn't only teddy bear which should have to raise his eyebrow and open his sleepy eyes.

The moment was finally here. She held her first gift in her arms while she had got out of the Denali and had been walked slowly toward her fate. The fate which lived in that house and which will be next to her after all this or throw her out of his life. The way which she had walked so many times before, was suddenly too short for her. She was afraid of his reaction but the moment came and she was directly in front of his doors. Catherine raised a hand up and knocked firmly on the wooden door so the sounds of her knuckles was heard in a whole house. She knew he would come to open it quickly but due to her impatience she knocked one more time. After the sound ended its resonating in a space of the house, she could have heard shuffling gait and a voice calling to wait a moment.

Then a door had been abruptly opened and standing there was Gil Grissom who hadn't been prepared for a storm which was to come now. He stood in the doors in a slightly baggy sweet pants and T-shirt with picture from A Bug's life, gift from Lindsey. His sleepy eyes was trying to focus on her.

"Catherine?"

"Gil."

"Catherine."

"Gil."

"Catherine, what are you doing here?" he asked her surprised to see her on his doorsteps.

"I have to do something for you. You told me this morning that you hadn't a teddy bear when you were a little boy. I must set it right," she told him with innocent look in her face.

"Cath, you came to wake me up so you could give me a TEDDY BEAR, didn't you? Why am I asking you so a obvious thing? Of course, you came with that intention. Come in."

"Maybe I needed to have an excuse to come here this morning," she said when she was walking past him into the house and headed to his couch.

"What?" Grissom was suddenly fully awake. He had been looking up and down Catherine who was sitting on the couch. She was clothed in a simple black summer dress. It was something unusual for her in his presence. He was used to seeing her that way when she'd got a date. It looked like he was only a stop on her way to another jerk.

"I only said that I maybe needed to have an excuse to visit you," she repeated him.

"Oh, I see. You were out on a date and it didn't go well so you came to me," he said a bit harshly.

"Wrong." Catherine said and looked up at him. She could swear that he was afraid of something. "I was on a way to have a date today."

"And how have happen that you ended in my house?" he asked dangerous voice and started slowly walking toward her.

"I reached my destination."

"YOU reached your destination," he said huskily. His eyes were staring at hers and never left her during his slow movements to her. He saw what his voice did to her. How she shivered involuntary. She was trying to hide her reactions to him.

"Yes," she whispered seductively.

"OH, I can see it now. What is going to be your next move, my dear? Be careful and take your time to think about it," he told her in the moment he approached her sitting form. He was slowly leaning to her when he had been declaring his words. His hands had been set at the sides of her head.

"What if I don't need to think about it?" she said and raised her face to his so they were only few inches apart.

"So prove it, my dear. Prove it." Gil whispered into her face and watched how she had closed eyes and drew a deep breath.

Suddenly Catherine's eyes opened.

"You wish is my command. Let me show you, mister," she told him. She raised her hand to his cheek and caressed it with loving fingers. She had continued trailing with her hand till she reached a nape of his neck and pulled closely his head to he her.

"Are you sure, Gil?"

"Yep, he answered and claimed her lips hungrily.

Years of hunger, desire and love had been absorbed in his kiss. Catherine sneaked another arm around his neck and pulled him more closer to her. Their mouths only moved firmly against each other's. Their lips were crashing together and parting his lips with his tongue.