Chapter 3 - Gaze
December 31st - 11:30pm
Brass' Kitchen
"So what's going on with you and Grissom anyway?" Warrick asked Catherine, letting his curiosity getting the better of him and interrupting Catherine mid sentence on a completely different subject matter. She paused and looked at him.
"Nothing." She answered him simply.
He looked at her, obviously waiting for something else that she was not going to offer. She sighed and said,
"We work together and I don't even know if he wants-"
"Believe me, he does."
Catherine stared at him blankly.
"Come on, Cath. You must have seen the way he looks at you." There was a pause, and then Warrick said with a smile, "He gazes."
"Oh, Come on, Warrick. Grissom does not gaze at me."
Warrick only smiled. Catherine took in another breath to continue when Greg came rushing in.
"Guys, Brass said we have to all pair up for 12 o'clock. How about it Superwoman? Care to rescue the big, bad bat?"
At that moment Grissom walked in.
"I think someone else is in need of a bigger rescue." Catherine said glancing from Greg in his Batman apparel to Grissom in his Bugman outfit.
Warrick and Greg took the hint and left the room leaving Catherine and Grissom alone - Well Warrick took the hint anyway and more escorted Greg out of the kitchen.
"You know, I caught those two at it once." Greg said as they had exited the room. "They were in some sort of passionate embrace - they made me swear not to tell anyone, but seeing as I'm slightly drunk," he carried on, tripping over his foot as he spoke, "I think it's ok for me to say something about it. It was obvious someone was going to catch them one day; they were in full view! It was shocking! The look on my face must've been a picture."
"Yeh, man. That feeling is all too familiar."
Catherine was seated on the kitchen counter with a glass of vodka and orange juice and Grissom walked up to her. He stopped a couple of feet in front of her.
"You want a drink?" She asked as she poured same contents as her drink into a glass and handed it to him. He accepted gratefully.
She looked back to Grissom from putting the bottles back on the counter and saw it for the first time - Grissom was gazing at her. She was grinning at him, probably due to the alcohol content in her blood; she leaned forwards so that her face was just centimetres from his, lifted one hand up to his head and pulled off his antennas. She ran a hand leisurely through his hair, sorting out where the band had made his hair go flat, never taking her eyes off his for a moment. She pulled back fairly quickly in order to break the moment they were having and started smiling again as she tossed the antennas around in her hands.
"I didn't know Warrick was such a good dancer." He said breaking the long silence between them.
The silent moments they had occasionally were never tense; they could sit for hours not saying a word and there would be no uneasiness. Catherine chuckled at his comment and replied,
"You were watching then."
"Catherine, the entire guest list was watching."
Catherine quickly looked up at him from the antennas in her hands when he said this.
"Don't be so surprised. Do you remember what you were doing? There wasn't anyone who couldn't watch." He said grinning. "There is going to be a lot of rumours going round about you two now."
"It's Brass' fault," she told him. "If he hadn't kept providing me with drinks every time I emptied my glass, I would never have danced like that in public!...again."
She started laughing at the memory of the dance but Grissom interrupted when he heard a beautiful slow song wind its way out through the speakers,
"Hey Cath, you... you want to dance with me?" Then he quickly filled in, "Not like that though - I don't think I could take that."
He stepped towards her as he added,
"So, will you?"
As he came forwards Catherine's knees parted so he could stand between her legs and lean against the counter where she had placed herself, lessening their proximity further. At her higher level on the counter, she looked down on him slightly. She was surprised at his sudden forwardness as he placed his hands on her hips to slide her off the counter. When she stepped onto the floor, her body was millimetres apart from his, both hands on his upper arms and he kept his rested on her hips. It was Grissom's turn this time to break the sensual moment between them, he took her hands in his and with a cunning look, that was also reflected in her face, and in an almost excited, child-like way he hurriedly pulled her to the dance floor.
Grissom thought that Catherine seemed to bring out the rhythm in her partners as she danced; it was like this with him as well. And although the dance between him and Catherine was not as lascivious as the movements between Warrick and Catherine were, they still seemed to have acquired an intimate rhythm. As they swayed their eyes never left each other's. Although the space between them was not closed by force like Catherine and Warrick's was, it was the closest she had ever been to anyone. Electricity was flying off them in sparks. Their hearts were racing and even Catherine's hands were shaking slightly. At the end of Catherine and Warrick's dance they were breathless from their movements - the present couple were hardly moving and yet at the end of the song, both were breathing heavily as their dancing ceased. They did not however, pull apart. Their arms were still wrapped around each other as they heard the distant count down of the clock by Brass and his guests. This volume increased as it brought Catherine and Grissom back from their reveries.
"...8". They looked around them. "7". People were already coupled together. "6". Sara and Nick were standing together. "5". They both smiled at the thought. "4". They looked back at each other, both waiting for the other to pull away. "3". It never happened. "2" They smiled at each other.
"Shall we?" Catherine asked with a mischievous grin on her face.
"1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Grissom smiled in agreement with Catherine,
"Happy New Year, Cath."
Catherine smiled her response and nothing happened for a few seconds. Then Grissom slid his hands up from her waist to her neck, never letting them leave her body for a moment. One hand rested on her neck with his thumb under her bottom jaw and his fingers round the back of her neck while the other moved gently under her chin and he pulled her face towards his. He lingered for a few moments with their lips only just touching, giving Catherine a chance to pull back. She didn't.
The kiss was gentle at first, and full of love and respect for the woman standing before him. Grissom was finding it hard to keep it that way; he thought it could be the drink but everyone around him at that moment was absorbed into the walls, seemingly leaving Catherine and him unaccompanied. The kiss began to deepen from failure by both to control their desires...
"Ehem." Brass' third unsubtle cough caught the attention of Catherine and Grissom and they quickly pulled apart. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt?" the sarcasm in his voice was evident.
He walked past chuckling as he went. Catherine and Grissom looked at each other breathlessly. They then looked around seeing a crowd of astonished facial expressions; the couple had had an audience. They turned back to each other and Catherine flicked her eyebrows up then back quickly, smirking at what they had achieved as she did so. Both turned on heel and walked in the opposite direction, satisfied.
Grissom was sitting on a swing outside with Nick standing beside him when Catherine saw him. She walked around the other people outside (her cat suit giving herself a lot of attention), to join her two colleagues and sat on the rejected swing next to Grissom not saying a word.
"Well... I... I think I'll go and find... Sara." Nick told them as he left, but not without a backward glance when he was walking away.
Neither of the people on the swings said a word for a while, then both spontaneously erupted into laughter. When she had calmed down, wiping the tears of laughter running down her cheeks, Catherine said,
"We have to do this more often. Did you see everyone's faces? I think we worked our magic pretty good this time."
She saw Grissom nod and heard him chuckle.
"Yeh. But we're going to have to stop now, right? Fun's over - everybody's seen us - no more faces for pure comedy value." He paused. Then, "I think Greg gets first prize."
Catherine chuckled at the memory of Greg falling into their game from the very beginning. She paused for a moment and contemplated whether she should voice her next thought. She decided to speak up. Her tone became enticing as she said,
"Well... I've got to admit, I'm not sure if I just do it for the faces anymore."
This comment stopped him in his tracks with a complete slap, bang halt. He looked at her and found her smiling at him mysteriously, her eyes dancing with mischief.
*#~ THE END ~#*
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Thank you for your feedback. I hope you like part 3 - More feedback would be wonderful!! Cath
December 31st - 11:30pm
Brass' Kitchen
"So what's going on with you and Grissom anyway?" Warrick asked Catherine, letting his curiosity getting the better of him and interrupting Catherine mid sentence on a completely different subject matter. She paused and looked at him.
"Nothing." She answered him simply.
He looked at her, obviously waiting for something else that she was not going to offer. She sighed and said,
"We work together and I don't even know if he wants-"
"Believe me, he does."
Catherine stared at him blankly.
"Come on, Cath. You must have seen the way he looks at you." There was a pause, and then Warrick said with a smile, "He gazes."
"Oh, Come on, Warrick. Grissom does not gaze at me."
Warrick only smiled. Catherine took in another breath to continue when Greg came rushing in.
"Guys, Brass said we have to all pair up for 12 o'clock. How about it Superwoman? Care to rescue the big, bad bat?"
At that moment Grissom walked in.
"I think someone else is in need of a bigger rescue." Catherine said glancing from Greg in his Batman apparel to Grissom in his Bugman outfit.
Warrick and Greg took the hint and left the room leaving Catherine and Grissom alone - Well Warrick took the hint anyway and more escorted Greg out of the kitchen.
"You know, I caught those two at it once." Greg said as they had exited the room. "They were in some sort of passionate embrace - they made me swear not to tell anyone, but seeing as I'm slightly drunk," he carried on, tripping over his foot as he spoke, "I think it's ok for me to say something about it. It was obvious someone was going to catch them one day; they were in full view! It was shocking! The look on my face must've been a picture."
"Yeh, man. That feeling is all too familiar."
Catherine was seated on the kitchen counter with a glass of vodka and orange juice and Grissom walked up to her. He stopped a couple of feet in front of her.
"You want a drink?" She asked as she poured same contents as her drink into a glass and handed it to him. He accepted gratefully.
She looked back to Grissom from putting the bottles back on the counter and saw it for the first time - Grissom was gazing at her. She was grinning at him, probably due to the alcohol content in her blood; she leaned forwards so that her face was just centimetres from his, lifted one hand up to his head and pulled off his antennas. She ran a hand leisurely through his hair, sorting out where the band had made his hair go flat, never taking her eyes off his for a moment. She pulled back fairly quickly in order to break the moment they were having and started smiling again as she tossed the antennas around in her hands.
"I didn't know Warrick was such a good dancer." He said breaking the long silence between them.
The silent moments they had occasionally were never tense; they could sit for hours not saying a word and there would be no uneasiness. Catherine chuckled at his comment and replied,
"You were watching then."
"Catherine, the entire guest list was watching."
Catherine quickly looked up at him from the antennas in her hands when he said this.
"Don't be so surprised. Do you remember what you were doing? There wasn't anyone who couldn't watch." He said grinning. "There is going to be a lot of rumours going round about you two now."
"It's Brass' fault," she told him. "If he hadn't kept providing me with drinks every time I emptied my glass, I would never have danced like that in public!...again."
She started laughing at the memory of the dance but Grissom interrupted when he heard a beautiful slow song wind its way out through the speakers,
"Hey Cath, you... you want to dance with me?" Then he quickly filled in, "Not like that though - I don't think I could take that."
He stepped towards her as he added,
"So, will you?"
As he came forwards Catherine's knees parted so he could stand between her legs and lean against the counter where she had placed herself, lessening their proximity further. At her higher level on the counter, she looked down on him slightly. She was surprised at his sudden forwardness as he placed his hands on her hips to slide her off the counter. When she stepped onto the floor, her body was millimetres apart from his, both hands on his upper arms and he kept his rested on her hips. It was Grissom's turn this time to break the sensual moment between them, he took her hands in his and with a cunning look, that was also reflected in her face, and in an almost excited, child-like way he hurriedly pulled her to the dance floor.
Grissom thought that Catherine seemed to bring out the rhythm in her partners as she danced; it was like this with him as well. And although the dance between him and Catherine was not as lascivious as the movements between Warrick and Catherine were, they still seemed to have acquired an intimate rhythm. As they swayed their eyes never left each other's. Although the space between them was not closed by force like Catherine and Warrick's was, it was the closest she had ever been to anyone. Electricity was flying off them in sparks. Their hearts were racing and even Catherine's hands were shaking slightly. At the end of Catherine and Warrick's dance they were breathless from their movements - the present couple were hardly moving and yet at the end of the song, both were breathing heavily as their dancing ceased. They did not however, pull apart. Their arms were still wrapped around each other as they heard the distant count down of the clock by Brass and his guests. This volume increased as it brought Catherine and Grissom back from their reveries.
"...8". They looked around them. "7". People were already coupled together. "6". Sara and Nick were standing together. "5". They both smiled at the thought. "4". They looked back at each other, both waiting for the other to pull away. "3". It never happened. "2" They smiled at each other.
"Shall we?" Catherine asked with a mischievous grin on her face.
"1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Grissom smiled in agreement with Catherine,
"Happy New Year, Cath."
Catherine smiled her response and nothing happened for a few seconds. Then Grissom slid his hands up from her waist to her neck, never letting them leave her body for a moment. One hand rested on her neck with his thumb under her bottom jaw and his fingers round the back of her neck while the other moved gently under her chin and he pulled her face towards his. He lingered for a few moments with their lips only just touching, giving Catherine a chance to pull back. She didn't.
The kiss was gentle at first, and full of love and respect for the woman standing before him. Grissom was finding it hard to keep it that way; he thought it could be the drink but everyone around him at that moment was absorbed into the walls, seemingly leaving Catherine and him unaccompanied. The kiss began to deepen from failure by both to control their desires...
"Ehem." Brass' third unsubtle cough caught the attention of Catherine and Grissom and they quickly pulled apart. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt?" the sarcasm in his voice was evident.
He walked past chuckling as he went. Catherine and Grissom looked at each other breathlessly. They then looked around seeing a crowd of astonished facial expressions; the couple had had an audience. They turned back to each other and Catherine flicked her eyebrows up then back quickly, smirking at what they had achieved as she did so. Both turned on heel and walked in the opposite direction, satisfied.
Grissom was sitting on a swing outside with Nick standing beside him when Catherine saw him. She walked around the other people outside (her cat suit giving herself a lot of attention), to join her two colleagues and sat on the rejected swing next to Grissom not saying a word.
"Well... I... I think I'll go and find... Sara." Nick told them as he left, but not without a backward glance when he was walking away.
Neither of the people on the swings said a word for a while, then both spontaneously erupted into laughter. When she had calmed down, wiping the tears of laughter running down her cheeks, Catherine said,
"We have to do this more often. Did you see everyone's faces? I think we worked our magic pretty good this time."
She saw Grissom nod and heard him chuckle.
"Yeh. But we're going to have to stop now, right? Fun's over - everybody's seen us - no more faces for pure comedy value." He paused. Then, "I think Greg gets first prize."
Catherine chuckled at the memory of Greg falling into their game from the very beginning. She paused for a moment and contemplated whether she should voice her next thought. She decided to speak up. Her tone became enticing as she said,
"Well... I've got to admit, I'm not sure if I just do it for the faces anymore."
This comment stopped him in his tracks with a complete slap, bang halt. He looked at her and found her smiling at him mysteriously, her eyes dancing with mischief.
*#~ THE END ~#*
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Thank you for your feedback. I hope you like part 3 - More feedback would be wonderful!! Cath