Hey guys. Bette's popped back (for how long, I have no idea lol). This little one shot follows on straight after Nick and Catherine finish dancing In 'Built to Kill part 1' This is what I think should've happened, after watching the scene repeatedly last night! I own nothing.

Catherine Willows couldn't help but chuckle as she left the dance floor and headed towards the bar. Nick Stokes had women drooling over him wherever he went, but normally failed to notice. She'd had a lot of fun dancing with him but now, as the soft strains of John Mayer's guitar began to wash over her, all she wanted was a drink.

She perched herself on a stool at the bar and leaned over, immediately attracting the attention of the bartender.

"Guy down there wants to buy you your next drink."

Catherine glanced down the bar, following the guide of the bartender's arm and caught sight of a blonde guy leaning back. She smiled politely.

"No… Thanks." The bartender shrugged and began mixing her drink. She took the opportunity to turn back towards the dance floor, observing the couples dancing and having a good time. Once her drink was in her hand she absentmindedly twirled the straw around in the clear liquid, laughing slightly as she caught sight of Nick and the blonde girl wrapped around each other.

She brought the straw to her lips, and was just about to take a sip when a voice behind her halted her movement.

"Sorry I'm late."

Drink forgotten, she placed it on the bar and turned, coming face to face with Gil Grissom. She smiled.

"I didn't think you were coming."

He shrugged slightly, his eyes twinkling.

"I hadn't planned on it, but I knew you'd probably give me hell tomorrow if I didn't."

Catherine giggled, the sound warming Gil's heart. After a moments pause he spoke again.

"Where's Nick?"

"Dancing," she replied, gesturing lazily towards the dance floor.

"And why aren't you?"

"It's kind of hard to dance without a partner."

He smirked slightly before extending his hand to her.

"Well, you have one now."

Catherine's eyebrow rose, an unspoken question evident in her gaze, but his only response was to wink and grasp her hand, pulling her to her feet and towards a clear spot on the floor.

"Gil?" she asked as he turned, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her towards him, bringing their conjoined hands up to rest against his right shoulder.

"What?" Her eyes met his, and she simply chuckled, placing her arm around his neck as he began to sway them gently to the music.

Catherine followed his lead, shocked by the grace of his steps. For someone who professed to hate dancing, Gil certainly knew how to.

They moved in silence, until Gil shifted his hand to her hip, pushing her away from him slightly so he could spin her, before pulling her back into his warm embrace.

She could feel the heat of his palm against the small of her back, and couldn't help the shiver that ran through her at their close contact. Their bodies were pressed together, brushing against each other with every move.

Catherine sighed softly and dropped her head to rest against Gil's shoulder. He smiled slightly and tightened his grip on her, closing his eyes briefly to help suppress the groan that threatened to escape as he felt her hot breath dance across the skin of his neck.

Feeling him tense, Catherine lifted her head to look at him. Her question died in her throat as she became aware of the close proximity of his face. Gil's eyes met hers before flicking down towards her mouth. Impulsively, she raised herself up and pressed her lips against his; if it all went wrong she would blame the alcohol, even though she had yet to touch a drop.

Gil froze momentarily before responding to her kiss, releasing her left hand so that he could tangle his fingers in her long, strawberry blonde hair. Catherine's heart began to beat faster as she slid her hand across his chest, letting it rest on his shoulder and gripping gently, pulling him even closer. Both moaned at the increased contact, encouraging each other to deepen the kiss as their tongues mingled and danced, continuing the steps that their feet had long since abandoned.

A few feet away, Nick grinned in triumph at the couple, knowing they were too consumed by each other to care about, or even notice his scrutiny.

"Took them long enough," he mumbled, then returned his attentions to the smiling woman in his arms.

I would like to point out this was written after zero sleep, so please be kind! Review and let me know what you think.
Lily
-x-