Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! Seriously, you guys rock! I got this chapter up a soon as I finished writing it. Which unfortunately took a little longer than planned, 'cause I wrote most of it, then decided that it sucked, so I started over, and now I like it alot more:)

Disclaimer: Gil and Cath aren't mine. :(

--JD Chapter 7: Secrets become not so secret--

Previously on CSI:

"Because if I was ever in the same bed with you, I would be entirely too tempted for my own good."

What did he just say?

"What did you just say?"

For once, my words matched my thoughts.

Not to mention I was so stunned by what I was almost positive he had said, that I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You heard me."

Those words shocked me almost more than his previous statement.

Almost.

I just stood there, paralyzed. My mouth was hanging open for the second time that night. And both times had been because of Gil. What had happened to him on this trip?

He was admitting to wanting me? Oh my God, he was admitting to wanting me! It took me a few seconds to process, but when it did, the power that gave me automatically surged to my brain.

My mouth turned upwards in a combination of a seductive smile and a smirk.

"I would have to say the feeling's mututal, Mr. Grissom."

The expected widening of the eyes and blush didn't come.

Instead, he just looked at me smugly.

"I know."

"You know?" Was my dumb answer.

He seemed to be making a habit of gaining the upper hand. Well, I didn't like it.

And thus the teasing battle commenced.

"And how exactly did you come by that piece of useful information?"

"Elementry, my dear Catherine."

He stood up from the bed in one smooth, lithe motion.

I was momentarily distracted by the action, but soon regathered my thoughts. I was going to win this unspoken challenge.

And the thing that made it more exciting was that he was equally as determined.

"Elementry? Sorry, but for once, you can't quote your way out of this one. You'll have to explain that remark. It's not detailed enough."

"So you want details? Well, let's see. You walked in on me in a towel, and then proceeded to stare at me the entire time you were in the room. And then, the moment you entered the room again, glanced over my outfit with slightly more than necessary thoroughness. Detailed enough for you?"

Oh, crap. I didn't realize that he had noticed all of that.

"Yes, but at least I wasn't staring at your tush all night. In a public place, no less!"

"I couldn't help it. You have a very nice tush, Catherine."

He may have said that before, but I still liked hearing it.

"I seem to remember hearing something along those lines before. But we got interrupted."

"That's because it's true. And we're alone, now, Catherine. We're not going to get interrupted again."

He had moved forward a little, and it turned out that I had as well, so we were standing only a couple feet from each other. A couple of feet that were swimming with enough sexual tension to fill the state of Texas.

The game was forgotten as he slowly leaned towards me. But, as if a spring had been released, the slowness ceased, and his lips crashed onto mine.

Not that I minded at all.

I kissed him back with reckless abandon. I had been wanting to do this since...Gil was such a great kisser, I really didn't care how long I had wanted this to happen. All I knew was that it was.

Oh, boy, but it was!

His hands were resting not so lightly on my hips, and he drew me in closer.

Mine were roaming anywhere and everywhere I could touch. From the soft hair of his head, to up underneath his shirt to that chest I had so recently admired.

We were both gasping for breath, but neither cared. His hands went to part my robe, but reality entered then, and I pushed him away.

We stood there, panting and staring at each other. I needed my strength for the work we had to do the next day. And if we did this...well, I wasn't going to be in the mood to be very active. Well, I wasn't going to be in the mood to work, anyway. Some other...activities, I might not object to so much.

But I steered my concentration away from such thoughts. As the kiss-induced euphoria faded, I remembered our forgotten game.

Oooh, how I would love to win that...

"Well, that was a pleasant experience. And I do believe I will turn in now."

He just stood there, loooking shocked and a little confused. I was sure he wasn't expecting that. I had been counting on it, in fact.

Then I made my grand exit.

But it was halted by a hand grabbing me, and pulling me back towards him.

"But I didn't kiss you goodnight."

His lips came down gently this time, and when his tongue invaded my mouth, I couldn't have cared less about our game or work the next day.

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Catherine and I were getting into some heavy kissing when I heard it.

A soft, and then not so soft rapping on my door.

I broke my lips off from hers.

"Cath. Someone's at the door."

"I don't care."

"I do. It's-" I glanced down at my watch. "Ten fifteen. Something must be up."

She stuck her bottom lip out in an adorable pout that almost made me change my mind about opening the door.

Almost, but not quite.

I headed for the door and opened it.

The sheriff stood outside. We had met earlier in the case, so I recognized him immediately.

"Sheriff?"

"Mr. Grissom. Nice to see you again."

His gaze moved over my shoulder.

"Hello again, Catherine."

I heard Catherine's gasp, and I'm sure that I went at least a little red in the face.

I cleared my throat and spoke.

"Is there something I can help you with, Sheriff?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, though he tried not to show it.

"I was coming to tell you that we've discovered the other crime scene. I tried calling earlier, but you didn't answer."

That would be because my cell phone was dead. Thanks to my forgetting a charger.

"I'm sorry. My cell phone was dead. Was I needed?"

"No, I just thought you might want to know. Well, I can see that you're...busy at the moment, so I will see you tomorrow."

He tipped his hat to me and Catherine, and then turned around to walk back to his patrol car.

I shut the door, and was afraid to turn around.

"Well, that has to rate up there in my list of embarrassing moments."

But before I could apologize, a teasing voice sounded near my ear.

"I thought you said we weren't going to get interrupted this time."

I finished turning around, and teased back, embarrassment forgotten.

"Well, I was wrong. We'll just have to wait for some other time, I guess."

This teasing was simply for fun, though. Nothing further was going to happen tonight. We were both tired and had to work in the morning.

"You bet we will. 'Night, Gil."

"Good night, Cath."

And with a small peck on the cheek, she was gone.

TBC...