Summary: See first chapter one.

Notes: I apologize if this part about the hangover isn't realistic at all. I did my best, using what I remember from books that I have read, so I guess that's all that matters...hopefully. I may update Jacksonville Dreamin' later tonight, I don't know. Sorry I didn't get to it last night. I was extremely tired.

Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be longer, I am pretty sure. :)

Disclaimer: Again, see first chapter. Not that you really think I own them, but in case you feel the need...

--Personal Stuff Chapter Four--

Gil awoke the next morning with a headache. And that was putting it nicely. He did not feel like moving at all. His head throbbed, there was a bitter taste in his mouth, and his eyes couldn't seem to focus very well. The only thing he really remembered from the night before was that he had told the driver to go to Catherine's house instead of his own. And though he remembered being here, everything else was pretty much a blur.

He went back to sleep, only to wake up again an hour later. After somehow convincing himself to get up and get a drink, Gil padded back to the couch and set his glass on the coffee table. He must have woke Catherine because she emerged from her room a few minutes after he laid back down.

She was still wearing her nightgown, although she had thrown a robe on over it. Gil may have had one hell of a hangover, but he could still see that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, even in the morning. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair ruffled from sleep, and she was wearing pajamas with no make up. And to him, she was the most gorgeous woman in the world.

She reached the couch and smiled down at him.

"Morning."

Gil groaned in response.

"Here." She said, and handed him a couple aspirin, along with his water. "Helps the headache."

Hil gladly accepted them, and swallowed them along with the rest of his water.

"May I...?" She gestured towards his feet.

"Sure."

She moved his legs out of the way, and sat down on the couch next to him. She flipped the tv on, careful to keep the volume down extremely low. She found an old eighties chick flick, and left it there.

The room remained quiet for over an hour, the quiet sound of the television the only thing breaking the silence.

Gil slept while Catherine watched the movie. After about a an hour, though, he woke back up, feeling better. Not completely, but a little. Unfortunately, he was extremely thirsty, and he didn't want to interrupt Catherine. She seeemed to be quite into the movie. As he went to stand, Catherine was startled out of her movie. She jumped to get up right as he was standing. Unfortunately, she jumped up right into a position where her face was merely inches from his.

"Was..." She cleared her throat. "Was there something you needed?"

Gil knew the answer. It was simple. Water.

"You."

He had not just uttered those words. He hadn't. Just as he was not leaning down to kiss her right at that moment.

But he had and he was.

He heard Catherine's indrawn breath and felt lips part immediately underneath his, but then she stepped away.

"What was that?" Her voice was as cold and indefferent, yet he detected was the slightest hint of vulnerability in her tone.

"Catherine. I am so sorry. I mean - I didn't mean to..." His voice trailed off, and he looked away from her.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Umm...Well, because I kissed you."

"And that's why you're apologizing?"

"I guess."

"Well, why else would you be?"

She was confusing him. Gil could tell she was getting really angry, but he didn't know what about. He had apologized. But that seemed to be her problem. Why would she be upset about that?

"I don't know - I"

"You didn't need to!"

"What?"

"I said, 'You didn't need to.'"

"What? Kiss you?"

"No! Damn it, Gil! How the hell could someone as smart as you be so dumb!"

"Excuse me?"

"What? Did it never occur to you that I might have wanted you to kiss me? That I might have wanted it for damn near twenty years!"

For once, he was speechless.

"I - I just assumed..."

"Assumed what, Gil?"

"I don't know. That - that you would ever...you know...care for me like that."

"You're the one that says assume nothing."

"I know, but I thought that you - I..."

She blew out a breath, and made a face, as if she was part mad, part disgusted with him.

In a deceptively calm tone, Catherine spoke.

"You know what, Grissom? Assume this. Just assume this."

And with that, she wrapper her arms around his neck, forced his head down to hers, and gave him a kiss filled with love, heat, passion, and desperation. Seconds later, she pushed away from him, turned, and slammed out the door, leaving a stunned Gil Grissom in her wake.

TBC...

Notes: Do you hate me? I just love a good cliffhanger, don't you? --wink,wink--