Phone Tag
Rating: R
Pairing: Catherine/Gil
Description: C/G fluff. It has no plot whatsoever!!!
Disclaimer: I still don't own them...
Dedication: To J for giving me the idea and to Kaity for convincing me to take the plunge
and write a fic. Luv ya both!
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He didn't see Catherine the rest of the night. As his shift drew to a close he realised
he'd drifted through the last two hours daydreaming and had gotten absolutely nothing
accomplished. He scolded himself for losing control like he did, but figuratively patted
himself on the back for finally finding the courage to tell Cath how he felt. Even now,
two hours later, as he climbed into his car, he could feel the kiss lingering on his lips.
He wanted her.
He went to check his messages when he got to his townhouse. "You have four new messages"
said the automated voice. The first one was from the library, a computerized woman's voice
telling him 'Entomology: Underworld' was available. The next three were from Catherine.
"Hey, Gil...um, I'm just calling 'cause you told me to...I'm at home, Lindsey's gone to a
friends house for a sleepover...yeah, see yah"
The next one was better: "Gil, I can't stop thinking about you. Call me." Grissom smiled.
She had such a welcoming voice.
The last message was his very favourite. "Grissom, why the hell did you have to get me all
riled up like this then take so damn long to get home? I need to see you."
Just then, the phone rang. He ran to pick it up. "Grissom" he said, his usual greeting.
His heart did a flip flop in his chest when he heard the reply. "Can't you say something
more personal?" demanded the amused voice on the other end. He laughed, partially as an
attempt to steady his voice. "Hey Cath." he replied, loving the way her name rolled off
his tongue.
"Dammit, Gil, you live closer to the lab than I do, why does it take you so bloody long to
get home?" she demanded.
"Truthfully?" he asked. "I was thinking about you so intently that I lost track of time.
I didn't leave until about half and hour after my shift ended." he laughed.
"I was thinking about you to" she said, almost shy. He knew how she felt. All of a
sudden they weren't just friends or colleagues any more. They had taken the huge leap into
an intimate relationship.
"Yeah me too. That kiss..." he trailed off, unable to express what it meant to him.
"I know." she said, and he heard her sigh ever so softly.
"Listen...do you...want to come over?" he asked, hesitantly, suddenly afraid she would
turn him down.
"I would love to" she replied. "I'll be there in an hour."
"See you then" he said as he hung up.
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She didn't know why she was so nervous. She was fidgeting with her hair, trying to get it
just right. She had opted for a ponytail; her hair parted down the side and pulled back
tightly against the back of her head and held in place with a silver clip.
"OK, hair is done" she muttered to herself. "God, what am I going to wear?"
There were so many decisions. Should she go dressed up or casual? Dressed up would mean
she would look like she was ready for a suave date; he might get scared. Dressed down might
mean the opposite; he might be insulted if he didn't think she wanted to look nice for him. Catherine sighed and decided to go for a dressy casual. She chose a form fitting black tank top with spaghetti straps, a beige leather jacket and a pair of beige capris. Dressy enough to look better than she usually did at the lab, but casual enough to make it look like she was just visiting, and not expecting something to happen.
The truth was she was desperate for him. She wanted to throw him down and make passionate
love to him. She wanted him all to herself. But then, she thought, what happens if we
break up? What if we ruin our friendship? Our work relationship will be in tatters.
She was thinking of this when the phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey" came Gil's voice on the other end. Catherine tensed a bit. Was he calling it off?
"I was just calling to ask you whether you were having...second thoughts about this?"
Catherine winced. She had conflicting feelings. She so badly wanted him, but at the same
time she was paralysed with fear about losing their close friendship they had shared for so
long. "I kind of am" she admitted. "I really, really badly want this to happen, but what
if it doesn't work out? Our friendship could be ruined." she said sadly.
"I was thinking the same thing" he sighed. She felt like crying. "But then I thought of
something." he said. "We've known eachother for a long time. I know all about you, and
you know all about me. It's almost like we've been dating for ten years." he said.
"What are you saying, Gil?" asked Catherine.
"I want you so badly I can barely breath" he whispered. Catherine shuddered, a bolt of
electricity shooting up her back.
"God, Gil, I feel the same way." she breathed.
"Please come over, Cath. I don't think I could stand it if you didn't." he finished.
"I'll be there in ten minutes" she replied as she hung up the phone.
Rating: R
Pairing: Catherine/Gil
Description: C/G fluff. It has no plot whatsoever!!!
Disclaimer: I still don't own them...
Dedication: To J for giving me the idea and to Kaity for convincing me to take the plunge
and write a fic. Luv ya both!
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He didn't see Catherine the rest of the night. As his shift drew to a close he realised
he'd drifted through the last two hours daydreaming and had gotten absolutely nothing
accomplished. He scolded himself for losing control like he did, but figuratively patted
himself on the back for finally finding the courage to tell Cath how he felt. Even now,
two hours later, as he climbed into his car, he could feel the kiss lingering on his lips.
He wanted her.
He went to check his messages when he got to his townhouse. "You have four new messages"
said the automated voice. The first one was from the library, a computerized woman's voice
telling him 'Entomology: Underworld' was available. The next three were from Catherine.
"Hey, Gil...um, I'm just calling 'cause you told me to...I'm at home, Lindsey's gone to a
friends house for a sleepover...yeah, see yah"
The next one was better: "Gil, I can't stop thinking about you. Call me." Grissom smiled.
She had such a welcoming voice.
The last message was his very favourite. "Grissom, why the hell did you have to get me all
riled up like this then take so damn long to get home? I need to see you."
Just then, the phone rang. He ran to pick it up. "Grissom" he said, his usual greeting.
His heart did a flip flop in his chest when he heard the reply. "Can't you say something
more personal?" demanded the amused voice on the other end. He laughed, partially as an
attempt to steady his voice. "Hey Cath." he replied, loving the way her name rolled off
his tongue.
"Dammit, Gil, you live closer to the lab than I do, why does it take you so bloody long to
get home?" she demanded.
"Truthfully?" he asked. "I was thinking about you so intently that I lost track of time.
I didn't leave until about half and hour after my shift ended." he laughed.
"I was thinking about you to" she said, almost shy. He knew how she felt. All of a
sudden they weren't just friends or colleagues any more. They had taken the huge leap into
an intimate relationship.
"Yeah me too. That kiss..." he trailed off, unable to express what it meant to him.
"I know." she said, and he heard her sigh ever so softly.
"Listen...do you...want to come over?" he asked, hesitantly, suddenly afraid she would
turn him down.
"I would love to" she replied. "I'll be there in an hour."
"See you then" he said as he hung up.
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She didn't know why she was so nervous. She was fidgeting with her hair, trying to get it
just right. She had opted for a ponytail; her hair parted down the side and pulled back
tightly against the back of her head and held in place with a silver clip.
"OK, hair is done" she muttered to herself. "God, what am I going to wear?"
There were so many decisions. Should she go dressed up or casual? Dressed up would mean
she would look like she was ready for a suave date; he might get scared. Dressed down might
mean the opposite; he might be insulted if he didn't think she wanted to look nice for him. Catherine sighed and decided to go for a dressy casual. She chose a form fitting black tank top with spaghetti straps, a beige leather jacket and a pair of beige capris. Dressy enough to look better than she usually did at the lab, but casual enough to make it look like she was just visiting, and not expecting something to happen.
The truth was she was desperate for him. She wanted to throw him down and make passionate
love to him. She wanted him all to herself. But then, she thought, what happens if we
break up? What if we ruin our friendship? Our work relationship will be in tatters.
She was thinking of this when the phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey" came Gil's voice on the other end. Catherine tensed a bit. Was he calling it off?
"I was just calling to ask you whether you were having...second thoughts about this?"
Catherine winced. She had conflicting feelings. She so badly wanted him, but at the same
time she was paralysed with fear about losing their close friendship they had shared for so
long. "I kind of am" she admitted. "I really, really badly want this to happen, but what
if it doesn't work out? Our friendship could be ruined." she said sadly.
"I was thinking the same thing" he sighed. She felt like crying. "But then I thought of
something." he said. "We've known eachother for a long time. I know all about you, and
you know all about me. It's almost like we've been dating for ten years." he said.
"What are you saying, Gil?" asked Catherine.
"I want you so badly I can barely breath" he whispered. Catherine shuddered, a bolt of
electricity shooting up her back.
"God, Gil, I feel the same way." she breathed.
"Please come over, Cath. I don't think I could stand it if you didn't." he finished.
"I'll be there in ten minutes" she replied as she hung up the phone.