Well Part 5 is finally up, kids! A big thanks you to everybody at Graveshift, particularly The All-Powerful Goddess of Sex Machine Fics for writing one of the best fics EVER 'To Give and To Take'! That one was just brilliant. Also special thanks so Angie, Emma and Laeta - You crazy kids RULE!!
Song belongs to 'The Mammas And The Pappas'.
Previously:
"Did you know if you add pineapple or kiwi or papaya fruit to Jell-O it prevents the mould from setting?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Cath?"
"Mmm?" She inquired, munching on yet another Jell-O cube.
"There's something I need to ask you."
Chapter 5 - Invigorating SUVs
May 8th - 4:35am
Grissom's Motel Room
"Well... we really are one for divulging secrets tonight, aren't we?"
Grissom said nothing in return to Catherine's taunting response. Instead he backed off the bed and walked round to her side, her eyes following his every move. Holding out his hand, palm up, for her to take, she slipped hers into it, purposefully gliding it lightly and gradually across his skin until her fingers wrapped around the side, and she was gracefully pulled off the bed to join him.
Facing her, Grissom moved his mouth close to Catherine's; every molecule of breath escaping from his throat wove and danced together with hers in the small space between them. His lips were so close that, when he spoke, her own tingled with the vibrations of his voice.
"Put some warm clothes on."
Catherine's stomach did somersaults as he moved away and walked around her, feeling her lips cool from the lack of the warm breath that was moments ago blanketing them. She stood staring ahead of her, unable to move, thinking about the unfamiliar feeling wiggling away in her stomach, until Grissom's voice pulled her out of her reverie.
"Here."
His voice came in rumbling ripples to Catherine's ears as she turned and accepted the oversized jumper he was offering. As she pulled it over her head she could smell the familiar scent of her boss which now covered and buried her own.
Once Grissom had put layers of clothing on his own body to protect him from the cold chill that would hit their skin as they exit the motel, he once again offered his hand to Catherine. She accepted dubiously asking,
"What are you doing? Were are we going, Gil?"
He answered by leading her out of the enclosed room they seemed to have lived in for days, out of the 'dingy-on-the-inside, tacky-on-the-outside' motel, into the sparkling, natural beauty of the open world.
Feeling as though she could breath properly, Catherine sucked in as much of the fresh, cold air as she could before releasing it slowly from her body. With her hand still in Grissom's, Catherine was taken to the dark SUV. Knowing that she would not drag an answer out of him, she was silent and watched Grissom as he released her hand and went to the boot of the SUV. He flashed a grinning glance at her, to which she responded with an anticipating smile, and walked around the other side of the SUV.
Catherine leant against the cold metal frame of the SUV door prior to turning and seeing Grissom pat the now blanketed bonnet with one hand. Cautiously walking over to him Grissom gently grabbed her waist with both his hands and brought her round to the front of the vehicle.
"Ready?" he asked
At her nod he raised her onto the bonnet and rested her there, letting his hands linger on her waist for a moment longer than was really necessary then threw a folded blanket on her lap. He joined her on the other side of the bonnet, as he watched her lift herself back so she could lean against the windscreen. Once he was positioned as Catherine was, which happened to be close enough for their hips to rest against each other, she unfolded the blanket and through it over their legs.
"You know what I could really do with now, Cath?"
"What?"
Her eyes turned back to the glistening lights in the sea of shadow above her, waiting for his answer.
"A Jell-O cube."
This diverted Catherine's attention and she looked back to him, one corner of her mouth rising as she turned her head and saw him smile cheekily at her.
"What was it you wanted to ask me?" she asked, not forgetting the reason she was out here in the first place.
"Did you know I've never heard you sing?"
"Is this your big question, Gris?" She asked mockingly.
"No, this one just came to me."
"Right," she said with a trace of doubt in her tone. "Ok, well I hadn't really given it any consideration. Why?" She shook her head to flick the hair out of her eyes.
"Oh, no reason. I just thought it'd be fun for me to listen to you sing."
"Fun? Or funny?"
Grissom didn't respond. He just looked at her with a huge grin on his face. She got the message.
"Oh no! No *way*! Definitely not, Grissom. I have absolutely no skill in carrying a tune. Besides, I'd probably damage everyone's ears in the vicinity."
"You make it sound like millions more than, what, five people, Cath. And I'm sure you're not *that* bad."
"Probably not - but I think you'll have nightmares for a while."
Catherine sat with a smirk on her face as she said this and Grissom let out a sigh of laughter. The silence after that then lasted for at least five minutes, which seems like a long time when there is nothing to listen to.
Grissom was gazing into the sky, thinking about how amazing the universe is and how each and every thing in it is connected, not really noticing the quiet the two friends were in the midst of.
Catherine however, was aware of it and was extremely grateful for it. The thoughts whizzing through her own mind needed silence, needed her to contemplate them. The silence was put to rest by Catherine bringing her knees up to her chest, placing the palms of her hands behind her on the windscreen and lifting herself to a standing position on the bonnet. Grissom became aware of this when a jumper was thrown on his head with Catherine's scent crowding it, then a pyjama top was thrust into his chest whilst the jumper still hung over his head.
Grissom lifted the clothes off of him to reveal Catherine in low hanging pyjama bottoms and a tight, white T-shirt, with a picture of Harry Potter flying a Nimbus 2000 on the front, which was very recognisable to Grissom as one of Lindsay's.
"Don't tell Lindsay," Catherine told him, seeing him glance at her T-shirt and raise a questioning eyebrow. "It's quite baggy on her and she'll tell me I've stretched it if she knows I've worn it."
Grissom's eyes returned to the sky, after twinkling at Catherine's comment and locking them with her own for a moment. He heard her straighten out her clothing and turn around on the bonnet to face the roof of the SUV. Grissom's moved his glance from the 7 sisters to the 1 Catherine. He saw her turn her head and wink at him, just before she crawled up the windscreen to stand on the top of Grissom's SUV.
"Catherine, what are you doing?" he asked, bewildered.
"Gaining stature and status," she replied sarcastically, facing forward and closing her eyes.
Grissom watched her for a few minutes and finally he saw her breathe in deeply and vocalise the first slow, gentle line.
"Stars shining bright above you."
Grissom had to bite his lips together to keep him from laughing. Catherine also had a huge smile on her face, knowledgeable of the fact that she was not physically capable of singing in tune.
"Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you' "
Catherine was right, her voice was not perfect. But it sounded pure and innocent, almost childlike, and it was blissful for Grissom to listen to. She stood on the vehicle, unable to keep still as she swayed to her own music.
"...Say nighty-night and kiss me."
Grissom allowed his eyes to glance down her body, seeing her eyes were still tightly shut. As they past her neck, a soft breeze blew the strands of hair off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin. They past the curves over her heart then the flatness of her stomach, which her daughter's T-shirt was consistently revealing as Catherine's arms moved above her head, and they ended their journey at her hips. This was his aim. Her hips were swaying skilfully and rhythmically to the beat Grissom imagined was in her head, of the song that played against her lips.
"...Dream a little dream of me."
He slid off the car and opened the passenger's door; leaning inside he flicked the switch of the stereo and pushed a CD into the slot that swallowed it up. He opened the front two windows of the SUV and slid out, shutting the door.
Slow, gradual pulses of music started coming out of the open windows in soothing waves. Grissom looked up at Catherine to find her singing had stopped but her dancing lingered, creating majestic movements with her body in time with the music. He quickly and skilfully managed to clamber onto Catherine's dance floor, and, moving closer to her mesmerising body, his voice almost at a whisper, he said,
"Teach me to dance with you, Catherine."
She ceased her rhythmic actions, opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to his own. As crystal blue met sky blue, they were lost in the stars and an exquisite peace circled round them.
Catherine's hips began to softly resume their previous motion and she placed both of her hands on Grissom's hips, stepping towards him and pressing his pelvis to her own.
"Close your eyes," she whispered, their proximity causing her breath to caress his skin. He did as he was instructed without a second thought.
He heard her voice even closer to him the next time she spoke in the same deep whisper, her breath tickling his neck and ear.
"Relax. Feel my movements with the whole of your body."
As she said this, her grip on his hips tightened and she forced his now relaxed body to fuse together with her own and to pick up her own movements. After she felt Grissom did not need her hands, she relaxed her grip and slid them up his back, this time causing their chests, like their hips, to dissolve into each other.
"Open," she murmured, and he opened his eyes, feeling for the first time completely absorbed in an activity that wasn't work oriented.
His eyes moved down and met with Catherine's. This time he could see as well as feel their extreme close proximity. His body started to stiffen, and Catherine felt it. Her hands shot back to his hips once more and, sensing his discomfort, she said,
"Relax, Gil. Close your eyes again if it helps."
She was looking up at him, their lips were so close that he realised if he were to lean in ever so slightly, they would touch.
Grissom's eyes remained open, however, and Catherine felt him relax once again into her body and her movements as they kept their constant eye contact. Her hands were back up on his back and she felt his arms wind around her waist, encouraging their closeness.
"Dancing is an expression. You have to *feel* it, not just do it."
"How am I doing so far, Instructor Willows?"
"I'll give you a gold star." She paused for a moment and looked up towards the night sky. "Come to think of it, I'll give you a billion." She paused until a previous thought remembered itself.
"So... what *was* it you wanted to ask me, Grissom?"
"You've already answered it." At her confused look she continued. " 'Teach me to dance with you, Catherine.' " He quoted himself.
"That's not a question, Gil." She told him, her features sparkling as they continued to sway to the music.
The setting that had been created for them was almost perfect. Aside from the sleazy motel fairly close by, the sky was stunningly clear, the silence surrounding them was absolute and the air was refreshing to taste. Although the night was cool, the heat penetrating from Grissom and Catherine's bodies was immense. Each with a cool exterior and, therefore unbeknown to the other, that *both* felt the pure fire blazing from where their bodies pressed together, forcing heat to shoot up and down their veins to the pulsing rhythm of their heartbeats.
Hearing his words once more, she automatically descended into witty comeback mode.
"Ok, well next lesson don't blame me when you collapse from exhaustion. You've seen me dance right? I set the floor on *fire*," her eyes widened for a split second on that final word, then she added, "not to mention the people who dance with me."
He chuckled at her words but became serious again hearing her ask,
"Why?"
"The reunion."
"I got that, Grissom. I mean why *with me*? Why not just teach you to dance?"
He didn't look at her, but lifted his gaze to the heavens, almost asking the stars for inspiration to answer her question. A silence surrounded them until Grissom was ready to make his answer heard.
"If it wasn't with you... then I'd never have any reason to dance. 'I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.' "
He spoke, never once shifting his gaze, until the stillness was broken by an elegant hand sliding up and resting on his cheek; its only movements being the graceful strokes of her thumb. Grissom's words had played on his mouth like music to her ears. He turned his gaze back to the woman opposite him.
"W. B. Yeats." He informed her softly.
Catherine was touched and astonished and apprehensive and exhilarated - she was in emotion overload. Grissom could see her emotions strike against her eyes, contrasting against her expression, which remained as a dreamy gaze.
"Well, Yeats' good friend, George Bernard Shaw can give you the next lesson."
Catherine smiled at him. She loved the way Grissom had always expressed his emotions through the quotes that had been locked in his memory. This territory was new for her though, and, right now, she did not want to encourage it with her sincere response. Instead her quick, sharp comment instincts replaced her ardent emotions.
"Really? What's that?" he asked, thankful that she hadn't dwelt on what he had just uttered. Grissom had never found it easy to voice his feelings; and when he had, he had always done it through other people's words. He saw an enticing smile appear on her face and he heard her answer.
" 'Dance... the vertical expression of a horizontal desire.' "
She watched his reaction; one eyebrow was lifted upwards and his lips pursed. Catherine knew Grissom was contemplating the words she just spoke.
"Let's go inside. It's getting cold." Catherine said as she slid down the car onto the dusty ground below.
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I would just like to say a huge thank you to every one who has reviewed this fic. You have all been very supportive and I value that very much. Please continue, and I'll give you more ;) - Cath
Song belongs to 'The Mammas And The Pappas'.
Previously:
"Did you know if you add pineapple or kiwi or papaya fruit to Jell-O it prevents the mould from setting?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Cath?"
"Mmm?" She inquired, munching on yet another Jell-O cube.
"There's something I need to ask you."
Chapter 5 - Invigorating SUVs
May 8th - 4:35am
Grissom's Motel Room
"Well... we really are one for divulging secrets tonight, aren't we?"
Grissom said nothing in return to Catherine's taunting response. Instead he backed off the bed and walked round to her side, her eyes following his every move. Holding out his hand, palm up, for her to take, she slipped hers into it, purposefully gliding it lightly and gradually across his skin until her fingers wrapped around the side, and she was gracefully pulled off the bed to join him.
Facing her, Grissom moved his mouth close to Catherine's; every molecule of breath escaping from his throat wove and danced together with hers in the small space between them. His lips were so close that, when he spoke, her own tingled with the vibrations of his voice.
"Put some warm clothes on."
Catherine's stomach did somersaults as he moved away and walked around her, feeling her lips cool from the lack of the warm breath that was moments ago blanketing them. She stood staring ahead of her, unable to move, thinking about the unfamiliar feeling wiggling away in her stomach, until Grissom's voice pulled her out of her reverie.
"Here."
His voice came in rumbling ripples to Catherine's ears as she turned and accepted the oversized jumper he was offering. As she pulled it over her head she could smell the familiar scent of her boss which now covered and buried her own.
Once Grissom had put layers of clothing on his own body to protect him from the cold chill that would hit their skin as they exit the motel, he once again offered his hand to Catherine. She accepted dubiously asking,
"What are you doing? Were are we going, Gil?"
He answered by leading her out of the enclosed room they seemed to have lived in for days, out of the 'dingy-on-the-inside, tacky-on-the-outside' motel, into the sparkling, natural beauty of the open world.
Feeling as though she could breath properly, Catherine sucked in as much of the fresh, cold air as she could before releasing it slowly from her body. With her hand still in Grissom's, Catherine was taken to the dark SUV. Knowing that she would not drag an answer out of him, she was silent and watched Grissom as he released her hand and went to the boot of the SUV. He flashed a grinning glance at her, to which she responded with an anticipating smile, and walked around the other side of the SUV.
Catherine leant against the cold metal frame of the SUV door prior to turning and seeing Grissom pat the now blanketed bonnet with one hand. Cautiously walking over to him Grissom gently grabbed her waist with both his hands and brought her round to the front of the vehicle.
"Ready?" he asked
At her nod he raised her onto the bonnet and rested her there, letting his hands linger on her waist for a moment longer than was really necessary then threw a folded blanket on her lap. He joined her on the other side of the bonnet, as he watched her lift herself back so she could lean against the windscreen. Once he was positioned as Catherine was, which happened to be close enough for their hips to rest against each other, she unfolded the blanket and through it over their legs.
"You know what I could really do with now, Cath?"
"What?"
Her eyes turned back to the glistening lights in the sea of shadow above her, waiting for his answer.
"A Jell-O cube."
This diverted Catherine's attention and she looked back to him, one corner of her mouth rising as she turned her head and saw him smile cheekily at her.
"What was it you wanted to ask me?" she asked, not forgetting the reason she was out here in the first place.
"Did you know I've never heard you sing?"
"Is this your big question, Gris?" She asked mockingly.
"No, this one just came to me."
"Right," she said with a trace of doubt in her tone. "Ok, well I hadn't really given it any consideration. Why?" She shook her head to flick the hair out of her eyes.
"Oh, no reason. I just thought it'd be fun for me to listen to you sing."
"Fun? Or funny?"
Grissom didn't respond. He just looked at her with a huge grin on his face. She got the message.
"Oh no! No *way*! Definitely not, Grissom. I have absolutely no skill in carrying a tune. Besides, I'd probably damage everyone's ears in the vicinity."
"You make it sound like millions more than, what, five people, Cath. And I'm sure you're not *that* bad."
"Probably not - but I think you'll have nightmares for a while."
Catherine sat with a smirk on her face as she said this and Grissom let out a sigh of laughter. The silence after that then lasted for at least five minutes, which seems like a long time when there is nothing to listen to.
Grissom was gazing into the sky, thinking about how amazing the universe is and how each and every thing in it is connected, not really noticing the quiet the two friends were in the midst of.
Catherine however, was aware of it and was extremely grateful for it. The thoughts whizzing through her own mind needed silence, needed her to contemplate them. The silence was put to rest by Catherine bringing her knees up to her chest, placing the palms of her hands behind her on the windscreen and lifting herself to a standing position on the bonnet. Grissom became aware of this when a jumper was thrown on his head with Catherine's scent crowding it, then a pyjama top was thrust into his chest whilst the jumper still hung over his head.
Grissom lifted the clothes off of him to reveal Catherine in low hanging pyjama bottoms and a tight, white T-shirt, with a picture of Harry Potter flying a Nimbus 2000 on the front, which was very recognisable to Grissom as one of Lindsay's.
"Don't tell Lindsay," Catherine told him, seeing him glance at her T-shirt and raise a questioning eyebrow. "It's quite baggy on her and she'll tell me I've stretched it if she knows I've worn it."
Grissom's eyes returned to the sky, after twinkling at Catherine's comment and locking them with her own for a moment. He heard her straighten out her clothing and turn around on the bonnet to face the roof of the SUV. Grissom's moved his glance from the 7 sisters to the 1 Catherine. He saw her turn her head and wink at him, just before she crawled up the windscreen to stand on the top of Grissom's SUV.
"Catherine, what are you doing?" he asked, bewildered.
"Gaining stature and status," she replied sarcastically, facing forward and closing her eyes.
Grissom watched her for a few minutes and finally he saw her breathe in deeply and vocalise the first slow, gentle line.
"Stars shining bright above you."
Grissom had to bite his lips together to keep him from laughing. Catherine also had a huge smile on her face, knowledgeable of the fact that she was not physically capable of singing in tune.
"Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you' "
Catherine was right, her voice was not perfect. But it sounded pure and innocent, almost childlike, and it was blissful for Grissom to listen to. She stood on the vehicle, unable to keep still as she swayed to her own music.
"...Say nighty-night and kiss me."
Grissom allowed his eyes to glance down her body, seeing her eyes were still tightly shut. As they past her neck, a soft breeze blew the strands of hair off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin. They past the curves over her heart then the flatness of her stomach, which her daughter's T-shirt was consistently revealing as Catherine's arms moved above her head, and they ended their journey at her hips. This was his aim. Her hips were swaying skilfully and rhythmically to the beat Grissom imagined was in her head, of the song that played against her lips.
"...Dream a little dream of me."
He slid off the car and opened the passenger's door; leaning inside he flicked the switch of the stereo and pushed a CD into the slot that swallowed it up. He opened the front two windows of the SUV and slid out, shutting the door.
Slow, gradual pulses of music started coming out of the open windows in soothing waves. Grissom looked up at Catherine to find her singing had stopped but her dancing lingered, creating majestic movements with her body in time with the music. He quickly and skilfully managed to clamber onto Catherine's dance floor, and, moving closer to her mesmerising body, his voice almost at a whisper, he said,
"Teach me to dance with you, Catherine."
She ceased her rhythmic actions, opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to his own. As crystal blue met sky blue, they were lost in the stars and an exquisite peace circled round them.
Catherine's hips began to softly resume their previous motion and she placed both of her hands on Grissom's hips, stepping towards him and pressing his pelvis to her own.
"Close your eyes," she whispered, their proximity causing her breath to caress his skin. He did as he was instructed without a second thought.
He heard her voice even closer to him the next time she spoke in the same deep whisper, her breath tickling his neck and ear.
"Relax. Feel my movements with the whole of your body."
As she said this, her grip on his hips tightened and she forced his now relaxed body to fuse together with her own and to pick up her own movements. After she felt Grissom did not need her hands, she relaxed her grip and slid them up his back, this time causing their chests, like their hips, to dissolve into each other.
"Open," she murmured, and he opened his eyes, feeling for the first time completely absorbed in an activity that wasn't work oriented.
His eyes moved down and met with Catherine's. This time he could see as well as feel their extreme close proximity. His body started to stiffen, and Catherine felt it. Her hands shot back to his hips once more and, sensing his discomfort, she said,
"Relax, Gil. Close your eyes again if it helps."
She was looking up at him, their lips were so close that he realised if he were to lean in ever so slightly, they would touch.
Grissom's eyes remained open, however, and Catherine felt him relax once again into her body and her movements as they kept their constant eye contact. Her hands were back up on his back and she felt his arms wind around her waist, encouraging their closeness.
"Dancing is an expression. You have to *feel* it, not just do it."
"How am I doing so far, Instructor Willows?"
"I'll give you a gold star." She paused for a moment and looked up towards the night sky. "Come to think of it, I'll give you a billion." She paused until a previous thought remembered itself.
"So... what *was* it you wanted to ask me, Grissom?"
"You've already answered it." At her confused look she continued. " 'Teach me to dance with you, Catherine.' " He quoted himself.
"That's not a question, Gil." She told him, her features sparkling as they continued to sway to the music.
The setting that had been created for them was almost perfect. Aside from the sleazy motel fairly close by, the sky was stunningly clear, the silence surrounding them was absolute and the air was refreshing to taste. Although the night was cool, the heat penetrating from Grissom and Catherine's bodies was immense. Each with a cool exterior and, therefore unbeknown to the other, that *both* felt the pure fire blazing from where their bodies pressed together, forcing heat to shoot up and down their veins to the pulsing rhythm of their heartbeats.
Hearing his words once more, she automatically descended into witty comeback mode.
"Ok, well next lesson don't blame me when you collapse from exhaustion. You've seen me dance right? I set the floor on *fire*," her eyes widened for a split second on that final word, then she added, "not to mention the people who dance with me."
He chuckled at her words but became serious again hearing her ask,
"Why?"
"The reunion."
"I got that, Grissom. I mean why *with me*? Why not just teach you to dance?"
He didn't look at her, but lifted his gaze to the heavens, almost asking the stars for inspiration to answer her question. A silence surrounded them until Grissom was ready to make his answer heard.
"If it wasn't with you... then I'd never have any reason to dance. 'I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.' "
He spoke, never once shifting his gaze, until the stillness was broken by an elegant hand sliding up and resting on his cheek; its only movements being the graceful strokes of her thumb. Grissom's words had played on his mouth like music to her ears. He turned his gaze back to the woman opposite him.
"W. B. Yeats." He informed her softly.
Catherine was touched and astonished and apprehensive and exhilarated - she was in emotion overload. Grissom could see her emotions strike against her eyes, contrasting against her expression, which remained as a dreamy gaze.
"Well, Yeats' good friend, George Bernard Shaw can give you the next lesson."
Catherine smiled at him. She loved the way Grissom had always expressed his emotions through the quotes that had been locked in his memory. This territory was new for her though, and, right now, she did not want to encourage it with her sincere response. Instead her quick, sharp comment instincts replaced her ardent emotions.
"Really? What's that?" he asked, thankful that she hadn't dwelt on what he had just uttered. Grissom had never found it easy to voice his feelings; and when he had, he had always done it through other people's words. He saw an enticing smile appear on her face and he heard her answer.
" 'Dance... the vertical expression of a horizontal desire.' "
She watched his reaction; one eyebrow was lifted upwards and his lips pursed. Catherine knew Grissom was contemplating the words she just spoke.
"Let's go inside. It's getting cold." Catherine said as she slid down the car onto the dusty ground below.
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I would just like to say a huge thank you to every one who has reviewed this fic. You have all been very supportive and I value that very much. Please continue, and I'll give you more ;) - Cath