The evidence never lies 9/?

Disclaimer: Don't own them just borrowing

Rating: SUPERVISOR

Spoilers: S1-7

Author's Notes: I am doing this from a request by cathwillows. Her videos are amazing!

Summary: Gil and Cath wake up in bed together, but have no idea how they got there. They then discover that Gil's house is torn apart and decide to keep their night together a secret, while the entire team processes Gil's house to establish what really happened.

9. The Bare Naked Truth

Catherine felt her skin begin to tingle as the words from Gil's mouth reached her. His simple and to the point explanation mixing with her own vivid memory. All the things from last night suddenly came flowing back to her. She remembered how he pulled her body into his arms, and how his lips came crashing down on hers. How she struggled to stay in control, but had to let it all go when his hand came down to her ass and he pressed her gently against him.

As her pelvis met his both of them hissed hard. Catherine felt a shot of arousal spread from her center to her entire body in seconds. She then felt him push her into the wall, the jackets on the coat rag preventing her head from banging into the wall full force. His hands were everywhere. She couldn't keep up.

"God, Gil slow down," she said in between ragged breaths.

Gil felt her words slice through him. He pulled away, unsure of what she had meant. Her touch, her hands and her kisses were intoxicating. She was like a drug and he had only had the first taste making his blood boil and his body come alive like never before. He hadn't realized they had moved. He suddenly feared he had hurt her physically when he shoved her towards the wall.

"Catherine, I'm so sorry," he told her softly bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it.

"Gil I'm fine, I won't break, it's just that...Jesus, Gil I've wanted this forever but it just feels like things are moving so fast, I don't know what's happening..." he watched her eyes close a second as she took a deep breath.

"God Catherine I don't know how to slow down, you're everything I've ever dreamed of, please..."

She cut him off.

"Oh, screw it" she exclaimed loudly before she lurched herself into his arms. Her arms going around his neck, clawing at his back and shoulders like she couldn't get close enough while her lips fused with his. Her legs wrapped around his waste as he lifted her from the ground. They tumbled into the kitchen where papers blew into the air and a couple of glasses crashed against the floor as he held her tight with one arm and wiped away everything on the kitchen counter before he lowered her to the surface. He ripped away the pink top that until now had hung open and loosely around her body. Her hands frantically slid the opened shirt off his shoulders and down his arms before discarding it on the floor. Hands were everywhere, touching, stroking and squeezing the newly exposed skin. His lips left a wet trail from the corner of her mouth down her neck. The trail went for a short trip to her shoulder and back down between the valley of her breasts and down to her navel. His fingers hooking into her bra straps, he slid them down her shoulders but when he lifted her from the counter to open the bra she attacked him. Her hands swatted his away in order to gain access to his body. Her slender hands following the path her lips made from his lips to his chest and abdomen and back to his mouth.

For a long while they were stuck there making out like horny teenagers. Her sitting on the counter in a pink bra, back pants and black stilettos. Her tousled hair falling in soft curls down to her shoulders, while her arms and hands were thrown around his neck and softly kneading his neck and hair. He was standing between her legs his one arm loosely wrapped around her waist the other softly stroking the side of her face and neck while he poured his soul into each kiss.

Catherine couldn't believe what was happening. If this was dream it was the best she had ever had. The way he touched her and held her was the way she had longed for. His kisses made her feel like she was the center of his entire universe. For a split second she felt her bad conscience pop up in one word: Sara. She struggled against Gil pushing him off her, his confused eyes meeting hers.

" Gil if this is just for fun... I mean... you already made your decision... Sara..." as the word left her mouth the magic between them was gone. Catherine felt the anger, and hurt resurface as tears begin to slide down her cheeks. She jumped down from the counter and was almost past him when she felt him pull her back into his arms.

"Catherine would you believe me if I told you I love you?"

She felt her heart stop.

"Gil please don't, I'm a big girl," she felt tears streaming down her cheeks and ran towards the bathroom. She only made it to the living room when he grabbed her and spun her around to face him.

"Catherine"

She pushed him away and scrambled away pushing whatever was in her way to the side. The trail of things lay scattered behind in a trail around the living room. But he was right behind her and caught up with her by the couch. They tumbled onto it, limbs entwined, him on top pinning her down into the soft pillows.

All he could think about was the hurt look he had just given her when he finally admitted his feelings. The feelings he had kept hidden for ages, feelings he thought she'd be happy to hear. For a while they struggled on the couch in the end settling, he watched the look in her eyes turn from anger and hurt to fear and immediately released his tight hold on her wrists.

His hands went to her face and softly stoke her cheeks while he slowly, afraid she would turn away, leaned down and brushed her lips with his. For a while they kissed like teenagers for the first time. Carefully and both holding back. Suddenly she grabbed him and flipped him over, both of them falling to the floor in a chaos of couch pillows and limbs. The table in front of the couch was pushed into the entertainment unit, books and pictures falling to the floor.

She let out a small cry when she felt a short pain on the back of her neck. His fingers had caught in necklace and had ripped it off in the fall. His hands immediately swept her hair away and his lips kissed the pain away. A small red rash was forming but she didn't care.

Her hands went to his belt buckle. His to her bra. For a short while all that could be heard was their ragged breaths. But then he groaned a bit and not because of the pleasure she was giving him, as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down on the outside of his pants.

"Catherine, God. I'm too old for this," He frowned a bit when he heard her soft laugher vibrate out into the living room.

"Honey, don't worry, seems like all your parts are still working just fine to me," she whispered to him in a low sexy voice. His hands came up and cupped her breasts and she felt a shot of arousal rush to her center as she straddled him, but he gently pushed her away, quickly explaining when she shot him a warning look.

" I meant I'm too old to be doing this here on the floor, and you're too important to me, please let me take you to my bed," he asked his arms going around her picking her up. Her lips reassured him he was making the right decision as they moved down the hallway. The way she tasted drove him insane. Suddenly he couldn't remember where he was, he reached out and when his hand found a doorknob he grabbed it and they tumbled into the room.

They crashed into his office desk and not his bed, because he had gone into the wrong room at the end of the hallway. He felt himself loose balance and they fell to the floor hitting a small coffee table with a glass and some files. She cried out as a sharp pain penetrated her leg but moments later it was gone.

"Gil I think something..."

His muffled sorry cut her off as he pulled her with him into the room right across from the office. Their shoes and the rest of their clothes except his boxers and her panties were shed on the floor before they got to the bed.

She climbed onto bed with him right after her. He pulled her into a deep kiss, pulling her right leg over his hip as he pressed into her, only two thin layers of lace and cotton clothing still separating them. Her hands were on his chest but then slid to his shoulders. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his fingers slightly tugging at the sides of her panties and let him know it was ok when her own hands went to his boxers.

Catherine felt herself fall back against the wall in the dark room behind the window. The memories were too strong for her. She couldn't go on with the story. Everything that had happened was what she had dreamed about for so long but she was afraid it would never become anything serious between them. He obviously still loved Sara and she was once again the third and unwanted part in the triangle. A loud sob escaped her and she had to will herself to stay quiet as the two men on the other side both turned their head and stared in her direction. Grissom stood up and walked to the window, he put his palm on the glass; she did the same on the other side as tears fell down her cheeks. Then she willed herself to pull her hand away, She walked to the door, opened it and left the room. Inside the room Gil turned to Brass.

"Jim I have to tell you something,"...

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