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Catherine stood in the doorway to her daughter's room, as she watched her partner, lover and co-worker tuck her daughter into bed.

"Night, Mommy!" Lindsey murmured, closing her eyes.

"Night, baby," Catherine waved, watching as Gil leant down to whisper in the little girl's ear.

She went into her bedroom, changing into her pajamas. It was a rare night off that she and Gil got to spend together, and with Lindsey, and she planned to take advantage of every second.

"She's out like a light," Gil murmured, coming in and closing the door behind him. "And you're sexy and beautiful."

Catherine looked down at her satin pajamas and then up at him. "I'm wearing pajamas."

"You always look sexy and beautiful. It doesn't matter what you wrap the present in, it's still a gift."

"I'm not entirely sure what you just said, but I'm pretty certain it was a compliment."

Gil smirked and kissed her gently, before changing out of his clothes. "It was."

"Gil?"

"Mhm?"

"You remember the case today?"

"I have been stunned by your beauty, but you haven't erased my memory." He slid into bed beside her. "Yet."

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Don't be a wiseass." She paused for a moment, deep in thought. "You put yourself in the victim's shoes."

"Yes."

"What if Lindsey and I had been on that plane?"

He looked at her. "I would have done whatever it took to keep you safe."

She frowned slightly. "That wasn't what you said today. You weren't even a passenger."

"Someone had to be the victim." He kissed her lips. "It just wouldn't be you or Lindsey."

Catherine hugged her arms around herself. "I hate planes."

Gil chuckled and hovered above her. "That's not what you said last time we flew together. In fact, I believe you said, and I quote, 'God, Gil, again…please…again…'"

Catherine glared at him. "Yeah, well, if you want it again today buddy, you can stop with the imitations."

"Again? Office sex doesn't count, Catherine."

"Excuse me? After the way you panted and moaned in your office today, it better damn well count!"

"I don't moan."

Catherine arched an eyebrow, running her finger up the underside of his erection.

Gil moaned.

"Do you need me to tape record it this time?" she smirked.

"You're an evil, evil woman, Catherine." He kissed her gently. "But you know what?"

"Mmm, what?"

"I'd still rescue you anytime."

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