AUTHORS NOTE: So I had neglected this story but thanks to alternativerocker, I'm now back to thinking of little one shots to add again so keep checking!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters

[Pain]

He was in pain.

He was in pain and he was struggling to find anything to numb it.

He could hear her happy laughter from the break room, her head resting against Nick's shoulder as she stirred the coffee in her mug. The whole team, minus him, had been stood in the break room talking about whatever it was they were talking about now for thirty minutes and a part of him wanted to go join but a huge part didn't and he knew which part. This part of him wanted to rip Nicky's arm from around her shoulders and rest her head against his shoulder.

Rubbing his fingertips against his temple, he leant back against his chair and tried to forget about the pain that was banging about in his head. It wasn't an unusual pain but recently it was getting worse and he couldn't even numb it with the painkillers anymore. He heard a knock at his door and smiled as Catherine moved in holding a glass of water along with her mug of coffee.

"I was going to bring you a mug of coffee but I can tell from the self massage that that wouldn't be much use to you right now," she teased moving to sit on the corner of his desk and smiled down at him. "You really need to go to the doctor about that, Gil."

"And when exactly do we ever find the time around here to care about our health first?" He teased right back accepting the glass of water and taking a sip. As the cold water hit the back of his throat, a warm smile spread over his face in pure bliss. It was as if he hadn't had a drink in a long time. She nodded her head in agreement before standing up and moving behind him. "What are you doing?" He demanded to know as she pressed her hands to his temple.

"Come on, Gil. You should know you can trust me." She laughed and he didn't want to point out that was his problem. He obviously did trust her but he just couldn't see what she could do with her hands that he hadn't already tried. Instead of giving him chance, she started to massage his temple and smiled as she heard him moan. He didn't think it would help the pain but it was having a real effect.

"You're hands are magic, Cath." He whispered causing her to smile above him as she worked the small circles before running her hands through his curls and turning him to look at her.

"Not as magic as actual medication," she teased but leant back on the cupboard, her arms crossing over her chest and he couldn't help but notice that she'd pushed up her breasts more – not that they needed it. "You should take some time off and go to the doctors." She demanded before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I also think you need to do it before you kill Nicky." She said as she started to move out of the office, her hips swaying with more pronunciation than necessary.

"What are you...?"

"Don't even try and deny it, Gil Grissom." She teased as she reached the door, flicking back to look at him with a glint in her eyes. "I'm a C.S.I. I know what I'm looking at." She teased winking before smiling as Nicky embraced her again. Gil watched the two talk for a couple of minutes before seeing Nicky throw a worried glance at his office. Grissom chuckled and reached over his phone.

"Hello, I'd like to book an appointment please."