To my beta, djq. Even though you had no imput whatsoever, you still helped me :-) To all you, I'm going to post a second chapter, actually the whole story, but only if reviews call for it. I've been asked about a second chapter to "When did you get so hot?" and I say what the hell!

Read on people!

This office is to small. I feel trapped, except when he's here. When he's here, the world seems right. When he's here, all I can think about are those dreams. Those dreams I wish were a reality. The dreams I wake from covered in sweat, and tingling from the thought of what he did. But that's all they are, dreams.

I grab my coat, I can't be in that stupid office any more. As I stride down the halls looking at my shoes, I run headlong into him.

"Sorry Gris, I should have been looking where I was going," Is my immediate response.

"It's alright Catherine. Where are you going?"

"Out. I hate my office, it's to small! I feel like I'm suffocating when I'm in there to long."

He smiles, bids me good day, and walks to his office. Funny, when you secretly love someone, everything they do turns you into a fool. As I walk out of the building to my car, all I think about is Gil Grissom. How he smiles, how he talks, how he frowns ever so slightly when he thinks. Even how he… No. No, I refuse to go there. At least now. At least while I'm in public.

God. A beer sounds really good right now.

Sticking the key into the ignition, I drive home. Opening the front door, I head straight to the kitchen, grab a beer, and collapse onto the couch. I'm about to call for Lindsey when I remember her friend is having a three night slumber party. Thank God. I never drink when she's home, and I need to down every beer in this house right now.

Popping the top, I take a sip. Now, I let my mind wander where it will. Sure enough, his face is the first this that comes to mind. I swig more of my beer just at the thought. As his voice floats into my head, I set my beer down. As his concerned expression flits into my mind, my hands fall limply to my sides. As his scent filters into my senses, I become more intoxicated than any beer could make me, higher than any drug can take me. I'm lost. Lost in a wonderful place where everything I need is Gil Grissom, a bed, and assurance my daughter is fine.

I've got it bad.

My mind begins to drift into forbidden territory. Into the places where he really loves me, and our beautiful children smile lovingly up at me. Slowly, my mind shifts to how those children were made, the love, the tenderness.

I'm jolted back to reality by a soft knocking at my door. As I stand, I feel everything I don't want to. I feel my response to my fantasies. I feel my legs quivering as I stand. I feel tears running down my cheek, each blazing a trail, and taking a small sliver of the hope that Gil will love me someday away. As I fling open the door, the object of my every thought is standing there.

My mouth falls open and all I can croak out through my tears is, "Gil?"

Well? The rating is for later chapters. Please tell me what you think!