A/N: Ok, this chap drops the whole last 2 chaps story lines. It's back to
Kaylenn, Gil, and Cath. Don't worry, the case and other characters will
return, but only after this chap and the next. Sorry, but I just had to
drop some story lines to make these chaps work.
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"Kaylenn! Are you up?!"
The girl in question groaned.
There were two things in the world she hated more than anything. Waking up early, for the first time in months, for the first day of school and having cramps during her period. Today she had them both.
She could hear her uncle walk up the stairs to her room; he got to her landing and knocked on her door. "Come on Kay. You need to get ready . . . Kay?" He opened the door slowly and walked over to her bed.
Kaylenn borrowed under the pillows more when she felt the bed dip as he sat on it. "It's the first day of school, and you need to get there early to look around." She growled at him. "Hey, it's not my fault, you said to wake you when I got home. And I repeatedly told you I would get home early. Didn't I?" She grunted in answer. "Good, then it's not my fault and I'll wake you in an hour."
She silently thanked any Gods that might be listening as he left her room.
*****
Gil laid in his bed reading, when he heard his door creak open. He looked over his glasses to see Kaylenn standing in one of his sweatshirts. It ended in mid thigh on thigh on her, and she had about for inches in the sleeve. She also had a pained expression on her face. "Kaylenn? What's wrong?"
"Do you have any Tylenol?"
"No, but I have some Motrin 800."
She arched an eyebrow; he smiled a bit. "It's an 800 mlg."
Her face brightened, "Can I have one?"
"Yeah, it's in the medicine cabinet."
She nodded and disappeared into his bathroom. She called out to him, causing her voice to echo a bit, "We need to go shopping for me tonight; I'll have list of stuff I'll need for school or at least an idea."
"Ok."
"Also, just general shopping that I need to do as a women."
Gil grimaced, "What do you mean?"
"I need women stuff," she appeared in the doorway and walked over to him, "I can't keep using your non-smell products and shit like that."
"Hey! My," he held up his fingers and gestured quotation marks, " 'shit' is perfectly usable and it works."
"Yes, but it doesn't smell," Kaylenn wined as she laid her head down on Gil's other pillow.
He shook his head, "What is it with women and the smelly-products?"
"Guys like it?" She shrugged her shoulders as she buried her head between his pillows.
Gil's mouth twitched as he saw what she was doing. She was snuggled against him with her head buried in his pillows. "Yes, we do don't we?"
He watched as her head bobbed up and down, "Your gonna sleep the rest of the time in my bed aren't you?" She nodded. "Why don't you like sleeping in your own bed?" She shrugged. "Kaylenn?" His voice was stern, she was hiding something and he wanted to find out what it was.
She raised her head up and looked at him with mild irritation, "Leave me alone Gil."
"No, since you got here, you've been sleeping in my clothes and most of the time in my bed. Now, I want to know why?"
She looked at him, her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. "Cuz it smells like you and not me."
He cocked his head and raised his eyebrow.
She shook her head ruefully, "God Gil! You can be really dense for a detective sometimes!" She jumped off of the bed and started pacing the room. He could see the tears starting to wind their way down her pretty face. "My parents were never home, you knew that. But did you know that the house only smelled of me. My friends would come over and always comment that the house smelled exactly like me. Vanilla and cinnamon, and a tad bit of orange thrown in there."
She looked at him, "My mom smelled of lavender and mint, while as you know, my dad had a fetish for cologne." Her voice was starting to break. "Those are strong fucking scents, especially Old Spice! They were never there, and if they were, it was to catch a few hours of sleep, and change clothes!"
"For two years, I never even saw my parents, unless it was to say goodnight or on their way out!" She finally broke and sat on the end of the bed, rocking back and forth as the sobs racked her body.
Gil looked on in shock. He hadn't know it was him, he hadn't known that it was him that she wanted to reassure herself actually lived with. She had to make sure, she to make sure she smelled him. He though he had figured it out, he was still clueless as to what he should do next.
He crossed the bed and pulled in into his arms. He stroked her hair as she finally started to calm do a bit. He raised her chin, "You ok?" She nodded after a moment. "Good, how 'bout breakfast?"
Kaylenn searched his face for anything other than what shown through his eyes, love and what she could only describe as reflection. She smiled slowly, "Yeah, food would be great." He grinned and got up, while also pulling her up. She started to walk out but stopped and turned around to face him, "Gil?"
"Mmm?"
"Thanks . . ."
He watched as she left.
*****
At 8:30, Kaylenn stood in front of her new high school, Crestview High.
It looked like an old one that seriously needed a new paint job. The school's colors were orange and blue, which the school was painted in those, though it was starting to turn colors in some area. Looking at it, she couldn't help but feel as though she was looking at the High School in Grease. It was built almost exactly like it.
She decided she liked it and looked around at the people who were milling around: Jocks, Preps, Cheerleader-types, Geeks, Skaters, Punks, Goths, and finally the Outcasts. 'Good, outcasts, I'll probably fit right at home with them . . . or the Punks and Skaters.' She thought as she headed toward the front entrance.
"Kaylenn! Wait up, girl!" A girl with long, straight, blond hair came flying towards Kaylenn. The girl stopped in front of her and said, "Sorry, I'm late . . . Declan was late picking me up."
"It's ok Phoebe, I'm glad you didn't forget me." Kaylenn smiled as they started for the doors.
"Shit no, forget a cool girl like you in a school full of Smart-Asses and the Brain-Dead? I don't think that could ever happen." The girls laughed as they entered the building.
Kaylenn looked at Phoebe, while she was rambling on about the latest 'Back to School Gossip'. Since the blond had shown up Kaylenn's nerves had started to ease a bit. Phoebe was a Senior like her and she also had some of the same courses as she. Now if they had the same classes was another problem, they would get their schedules in Homeroom.
They had met at Prep-day but hadn't talked since then . . . Personally, Kaylenn had forgot about their idea of meeting.
"Kaylenn look, I'll see you after school at the least."
"What?" Kaylenn snapped out of her thoughts, "Oh! Oh, we don't have Homeroom together?"
"No, thank God we only have it like maybe three times a year, at the most. It's probably the most hated class on the Earth."
The redhead nodded at Phoebe, "Yeah, it was the same at my old school."
"You'll have to tell me about it some other time, I gotta see a teacher in, like, two minutes, and she's all the way in the L-hall." She started down the hall and stopped and looked back at Kaylenn, "I'll see you later." Then she turned a corner.
"Now where's Homeroom," her finger trailed down the list of names on the list for Senior homerooms, until she found her name, "D-28. Shit, where the hell is that?"
"Ah, you're with me. Hi, my name's Zoe Keegan!" Kaylenn turned to see a startling and exotically beautiful girl, with long, raven black hair that looked like silk.
Kaylenn recovered and nodded to the girl, "Ello, I'm Kaylenn."
Zoe raised an elegantly arched eyebrow, "Kaylenn, huh? That's unusual, but sexy."
"Sexy?" Now it was Kaylenn's turn to arch an eyebrow.
"If you knew what my mom's job was, you'd understand and not think I was coming on to you."
Kaylenn's face broke out into a grin, "What's your mom's job? And I didn't think you were hitting on me, but I just don't hear that my name is sexy."
"I'll tell you what my mom works as later in our friendship, I gotta earn your trust. And it is sexy."
"Your mom a stripper or something?"
Zoe shrugged, "Like I told you, later."
Kaylenn shook her head, "Whatever, so you know where this room is?"
"Yeah, follow me."
******
DING-DONG!
Gil raised his head, "Huh?"
DING-DONG!
"Hello, anybody home?!" A man yelled from the front door.
Gil groaned as he got up and pulled on some pants, "Yeah, hold on!!!"
He grabbed a shirt and struggled into it, he was going to kill who ever it was if they weren't important.
He came to a stop at his door and ran a hand through his hair, trying to make the curls lay down for once. "Fat chance," he quietly told himself. He unlocked the door and opened it.
There stood a Hispanic male, labored with bags, suit cases, and several boxes around him. "Hello, my name is Diego Rodriguez, I'm a friend of Kaylenn's family. The adoption agency told me that Kaylenn would be ready now for her stuff."
Gil cocked his head and said, "I didn't know about this . . ."
Diego looked down and bit his lip, "Kaylenn probably forgot it would be today, is she here?"
"No, she's at school."
"No wonder she forgot, she forgets everything on the first day."
"How'd you know it was the first day?" An arched eyebrow greeted Diego.
"My oldest son, it's his first day of second."
"Oldest? You couldn't be very much over twenty-six."
"I got my girlfriend pregnant at eight-teen, when she broke up with me and said she didn't want him, I took him."
Gil nodded sadly, "Sorry."
Diego shrugged, "Don't worry about it, it was one of the best choices in my life, and now I'm happily married."
Gil pushed off from the wall, which he had been leaning against and pushed open the door, "Come on in." He grabbed a couple of bags and all but dragged them into the living room.
Diego followed him and looked around, "You got a beautiful house." Gil nodded as he lifted up a particularly heavy box. Diego took in his appearance: hair sticking out in every direction, a roughly pulled on shirt, with a set of gray track pants, complete with bare feet. "Um, Sir?" Gil looked at him, "Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, you did, but don't worry about it."
"You work at night?"
"Mmm . . . I'm surprised Kaylenn didn't tell you." Gil picked up the last box and brought it in. "Is that the last?"
"No, there's still one more thing, I'll be right back."
"You need any help?"
Diego shook his head as he exited the house. Gil nodded to him self and flopped down onto the bed, he wanted to go back to bed so badly. And he thought he might be coming down with a migraine, second one this month.
Then he heard the barking and whines. His head rose off the back of the couch slowly, just in time to see two huge German Shepards come padding into his house. One was completely black except for its white nose and star-shaped patch on its breast that was also white. The other one was littler, but not by much. It was also different shades of brown and silver, with black and white thrown in. The panic bells went off in Gil's head, and there was no doubt in his mind that what he had thought to be a migraine was.
"Mr. Grissom, meet Nova and Star-Shadow." Diego's smile was wiped clean as he saw the look on Gil's face, "What's wrong?"
"She didn't say she had dogs?!" Gil's voice was stressed and high pitched. "I can't have dogs in this house, and besides they're HUGE!!!"
"Mr. Grissom calm down," his panic was starting to pass over to Diego.
Gil was about to continue, when Catherine came strolling in, "Gil," she held out his name in thought and pointed to the door, "did you know you had you door open and what on earth are you yelling fo-" She caught sight of the dogs and Diego, "Oh, hello."
"Hello? Hello?! He wants to bring dogs into my house!"
Catherine couldn't help but give Diego a sympathetic smile, "Um . . ."
"Diego," yelled Gil.
"Diego, would you mind leaving and maybe coming back in a little while?" The man nodded his head wildly and gave the leashes to Catherine, and with that left.
Catherine watched Gil clutching his head and mumbling, the man could get worked up about nothing. She sat down beside him and rubbed his back with a hand. "Gil, look at me." He looked at her, his eyes were screwed up with pain and he was sweating slightly. "Hold on a sec, and lay down or something." She smiled and took his hand, "Come here."
She dragged him up and pulled him to his room. She lead him through the door and sat him down on the bed, "Lay and I'll be right back."
He lay back as he watched her disappear into his bathroom, then he heard the floorboards creak near his door. The dogs were slowly coming into the room, but stopped when his eyes met both of theirs. He gave them a look that could only be described as, 'Get out, I don't like you, and just get the fuck out!' Both dogs whined and ran down the hallway.
"Did you just scare the dogs?" He smiled innocently at Catherine, who had a glass of water and pills in her hands. "Don't try the innocent shit with me, I learned a long time ago not to trust it."
He took the offered glass and pills, "Thanks, how'd you know?"
"That's the second one this month, and you now officially have a migraine when I'm around . . . Is this your way of subtly telling me something?"
"If it is, then it's to tell you that I love you, cause you'll always be around to make the pain lessen or go away."
Her breath quickened when he said those three words she yearn for him to mean in a different way. "Well, then I love you too, big boy." They both locked eyes quickly and then looked away just as fast. "I should sleep with you."
His head flew towards her and she mentally slapped herself, she hadn't meant to say it, 'Quick Willows, an excuse would be nice!'
A smile broke through onto his face, "What did you just say?" There was laughter in his eyes, and also . . . Passion?
'Get a hold of yourself Willows, he's probably not even interested.'
"Um . . . Not in a sexual way, unless you want to . . ."
Gil's eyes twitched and he felt as though his mind was short-circuiting, 'She's just playing with you, old buddy.'
Catherine's grinned widened as she saw his tick, maybe she still had that charm that all the woman in her family possessed. "I'm kidding Gil, no I mean like how we use too." She started to trace invisible patterns in to his bed sheet. "You know, when life got to tough and we both just needed comfort?"
"Cath the last time we did, well look what hap-"
She stopped him with a raised finger, "Please, you look worse than when I punched you and I've been having nightmares. I just need this and I know you do too."
Gil thought about it for a moment and looked to be trying to say 'no', but a silent, "Yes," passed through his mouth. A small smile passed over her face.
She raised her arms to take off her the light long-sleeved T-shirt she had been wearing. He raised his eyebrow at the sight of her in a tiny tank top. "Sorry, but I have to." She crossed over to his closet and pulled out a one of his dress-shirts, "You don't mind do you?"
He silently shook his head, he wouldn't have been able to talk if he had wanted to; his mouth had gone dry. Though it went dryer at her next words, "If you want you can take off your shirt, I won't mind."
As he watched her slip off her pants, he shook his head ruefully. "Suit your self." Now only dressed in panties and a tank top that cover practically nothing, she started to pull his shirt on. Damn the stripper in her, the tease! She walked slowly over to him, "You gonna sleep in pants or boxers?"
"Box-" His voice cracked, he tried again, "Boxers."
"Well?"
He wasn't moving, "Oh yeah, go on and get in." He pulled back the covers.
She climbed in and watched him shed his pants. Her heart rate double as he revealed long, muscular legs . . . They were also very tan. "When do you do tanning?"
"I don't, I work outside a lot, when I have time . . . I also have a pool."
She scooted over and awkwardly laid herself beside him. He looked at her and smiled, "I won't bite Catherine."
She smiled and sprawled out by his frame; she laid her head on his chest and her hand on his belly. "I know you have a pool, but Lindsey doesn't come over that often to swim, and those are the only time I see you in shorts. I've just always wondered why you had a tan."
"Why do you have a tan?" He traced his fingers lazily over her shoulder and down her arms; she shuddered slightly, causing him to smile sleepily. "You never go outside and I know that for a fact."
She grinned at him through the faze of tiredness that had taken over their bodies quickly, "You know exactly what keeps me tan and sexy, tanning booths!"
His eyelids were closed now, and a smile danced across his lips, "Sexy . . ."
Gil's breathing deepened, and Catherine found her self falling into a haze of Gil, she snuggled into him and placed a gentle kiss to the underside of his neck, "I think you're pretty sexy too, hot stuff."
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~~You give me strength~~
~~You give me hope~~
~~You give me someone to love someone to hold~~
~~When I'm in your arms~~
~~I need you to know~~
~~I've never been~~
~~I've never been this close~~
"Close" by Westlife
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A/N: I hoped you enjoyed it. The next chap will focus more on Kaylenn than anything else. Though it will be still be a CSI fic in a way, and the CSI's will be mentioned.
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"Kaylenn! Are you up?!"
The girl in question groaned.
There were two things in the world she hated more than anything. Waking up early, for the first time in months, for the first day of school and having cramps during her period. Today she had them both.
She could hear her uncle walk up the stairs to her room; he got to her landing and knocked on her door. "Come on Kay. You need to get ready . . . Kay?" He opened the door slowly and walked over to her bed.
Kaylenn borrowed under the pillows more when she felt the bed dip as he sat on it. "It's the first day of school, and you need to get there early to look around." She growled at him. "Hey, it's not my fault, you said to wake you when I got home. And I repeatedly told you I would get home early. Didn't I?" She grunted in answer. "Good, then it's not my fault and I'll wake you in an hour."
She silently thanked any Gods that might be listening as he left her room.
*****
Gil laid in his bed reading, when he heard his door creak open. He looked over his glasses to see Kaylenn standing in one of his sweatshirts. It ended in mid thigh on thigh on her, and she had about for inches in the sleeve. She also had a pained expression on her face. "Kaylenn? What's wrong?"
"Do you have any Tylenol?"
"No, but I have some Motrin 800."
She arched an eyebrow; he smiled a bit. "It's an 800 mlg."
Her face brightened, "Can I have one?"
"Yeah, it's in the medicine cabinet."
She nodded and disappeared into his bathroom. She called out to him, causing her voice to echo a bit, "We need to go shopping for me tonight; I'll have list of stuff I'll need for school or at least an idea."
"Ok."
"Also, just general shopping that I need to do as a women."
Gil grimaced, "What do you mean?"
"I need women stuff," she appeared in the doorway and walked over to him, "I can't keep using your non-smell products and shit like that."
"Hey! My," he held up his fingers and gestured quotation marks, " 'shit' is perfectly usable and it works."
"Yes, but it doesn't smell," Kaylenn wined as she laid her head down on Gil's other pillow.
He shook his head, "What is it with women and the smelly-products?"
"Guys like it?" She shrugged her shoulders as she buried her head between his pillows.
Gil's mouth twitched as he saw what she was doing. She was snuggled against him with her head buried in his pillows. "Yes, we do don't we?"
He watched as her head bobbed up and down, "Your gonna sleep the rest of the time in my bed aren't you?" She nodded. "Why don't you like sleeping in your own bed?" She shrugged. "Kaylenn?" His voice was stern, she was hiding something and he wanted to find out what it was.
She raised her head up and looked at him with mild irritation, "Leave me alone Gil."
"No, since you got here, you've been sleeping in my clothes and most of the time in my bed. Now, I want to know why?"
She looked at him, her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. "Cuz it smells like you and not me."
He cocked his head and raised his eyebrow.
She shook her head ruefully, "God Gil! You can be really dense for a detective sometimes!" She jumped off of the bed and started pacing the room. He could see the tears starting to wind their way down her pretty face. "My parents were never home, you knew that. But did you know that the house only smelled of me. My friends would come over and always comment that the house smelled exactly like me. Vanilla and cinnamon, and a tad bit of orange thrown in there."
She looked at him, "My mom smelled of lavender and mint, while as you know, my dad had a fetish for cologne." Her voice was starting to break. "Those are strong fucking scents, especially Old Spice! They were never there, and if they were, it was to catch a few hours of sleep, and change clothes!"
"For two years, I never even saw my parents, unless it was to say goodnight or on their way out!" She finally broke and sat on the end of the bed, rocking back and forth as the sobs racked her body.
Gil looked on in shock. He hadn't know it was him, he hadn't known that it was him that she wanted to reassure herself actually lived with. She had to make sure, she to make sure she smelled him. He though he had figured it out, he was still clueless as to what he should do next.
He crossed the bed and pulled in into his arms. He stroked her hair as she finally started to calm do a bit. He raised her chin, "You ok?" She nodded after a moment. "Good, how 'bout breakfast?"
Kaylenn searched his face for anything other than what shown through his eyes, love and what she could only describe as reflection. She smiled slowly, "Yeah, food would be great." He grinned and got up, while also pulling her up. She started to walk out but stopped and turned around to face him, "Gil?"
"Mmm?"
"Thanks . . ."
He watched as she left.
*****
At 8:30, Kaylenn stood in front of her new high school, Crestview High.
It looked like an old one that seriously needed a new paint job. The school's colors were orange and blue, which the school was painted in those, though it was starting to turn colors in some area. Looking at it, she couldn't help but feel as though she was looking at the High School in Grease. It was built almost exactly like it.
She decided she liked it and looked around at the people who were milling around: Jocks, Preps, Cheerleader-types, Geeks, Skaters, Punks, Goths, and finally the Outcasts. 'Good, outcasts, I'll probably fit right at home with them . . . or the Punks and Skaters.' She thought as she headed toward the front entrance.
"Kaylenn! Wait up, girl!" A girl with long, straight, blond hair came flying towards Kaylenn. The girl stopped in front of her and said, "Sorry, I'm late . . . Declan was late picking me up."
"It's ok Phoebe, I'm glad you didn't forget me." Kaylenn smiled as they started for the doors.
"Shit no, forget a cool girl like you in a school full of Smart-Asses and the Brain-Dead? I don't think that could ever happen." The girls laughed as they entered the building.
Kaylenn looked at Phoebe, while she was rambling on about the latest 'Back to School Gossip'. Since the blond had shown up Kaylenn's nerves had started to ease a bit. Phoebe was a Senior like her and she also had some of the same courses as she. Now if they had the same classes was another problem, they would get their schedules in Homeroom.
They had met at Prep-day but hadn't talked since then . . . Personally, Kaylenn had forgot about their idea of meeting.
"Kaylenn look, I'll see you after school at the least."
"What?" Kaylenn snapped out of her thoughts, "Oh! Oh, we don't have Homeroom together?"
"No, thank God we only have it like maybe three times a year, at the most. It's probably the most hated class on the Earth."
The redhead nodded at Phoebe, "Yeah, it was the same at my old school."
"You'll have to tell me about it some other time, I gotta see a teacher in, like, two minutes, and she's all the way in the L-hall." She started down the hall and stopped and looked back at Kaylenn, "I'll see you later." Then she turned a corner.
"Now where's Homeroom," her finger trailed down the list of names on the list for Senior homerooms, until she found her name, "D-28. Shit, where the hell is that?"
"Ah, you're with me. Hi, my name's Zoe Keegan!" Kaylenn turned to see a startling and exotically beautiful girl, with long, raven black hair that looked like silk.
Kaylenn recovered and nodded to the girl, "Ello, I'm Kaylenn."
Zoe raised an elegantly arched eyebrow, "Kaylenn, huh? That's unusual, but sexy."
"Sexy?" Now it was Kaylenn's turn to arch an eyebrow.
"If you knew what my mom's job was, you'd understand and not think I was coming on to you."
Kaylenn's face broke out into a grin, "What's your mom's job? And I didn't think you were hitting on me, but I just don't hear that my name is sexy."
"I'll tell you what my mom works as later in our friendship, I gotta earn your trust. And it is sexy."
"Your mom a stripper or something?"
Zoe shrugged, "Like I told you, later."
Kaylenn shook her head, "Whatever, so you know where this room is?"
"Yeah, follow me."
******
DING-DONG!
Gil raised his head, "Huh?"
DING-DONG!
"Hello, anybody home?!" A man yelled from the front door.
Gil groaned as he got up and pulled on some pants, "Yeah, hold on!!!"
He grabbed a shirt and struggled into it, he was going to kill who ever it was if they weren't important.
He came to a stop at his door and ran a hand through his hair, trying to make the curls lay down for once. "Fat chance," he quietly told himself. He unlocked the door and opened it.
There stood a Hispanic male, labored with bags, suit cases, and several boxes around him. "Hello, my name is Diego Rodriguez, I'm a friend of Kaylenn's family. The adoption agency told me that Kaylenn would be ready now for her stuff."
Gil cocked his head and said, "I didn't know about this . . ."
Diego looked down and bit his lip, "Kaylenn probably forgot it would be today, is she here?"
"No, she's at school."
"No wonder she forgot, she forgets everything on the first day."
"How'd you know it was the first day?" An arched eyebrow greeted Diego.
"My oldest son, it's his first day of second."
"Oldest? You couldn't be very much over twenty-six."
"I got my girlfriend pregnant at eight-teen, when she broke up with me and said she didn't want him, I took him."
Gil nodded sadly, "Sorry."
Diego shrugged, "Don't worry about it, it was one of the best choices in my life, and now I'm happily married."
Gil pushed off from the wall, which he had been leaning against and pushed open the door, "Come on in." He grabbed a couple of bags and all but dragged them into the living room.
Diego followed him and looked around, "You got a beautiful house." Gil nodded as he lifted up a particularly heavy box. Diego took in his appearance: hair sticking out in every direction, a roughly pulled on shirt, with a set of gray track pants, complete with bare feet. "Um, Sir?" Gil looked at him, "Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, you did, but don't worry about it."
"You work at night?"
"Mmm . . . I'm surprised Kaylenn didn't tell you." Gil picked up the last box and brought it in. "Is that the last?"
"No, there's still one more thing, I'll be right back."
"You need any help?"
Diego shook his head as he exited the house. Gil nodded to him self and flopped down onto the bed, he wanted to go back to bed so badly. And he thought he might be coming down with a migraine, second one this month.
Then he heard the barking and whines. His head rose off the back of the couch slowly, just in time to see two huge German Shepards come padding into his house. One was completely black except for its white nose and star-shaped patch on its breast that was also white. The other one was littler, but not by much. It was also different shades of brown and silver, with black and white thrown in. The panic bells went off in Gil's head, and there was no doubt in his mind that what he had thought to be a migraine was.
"Mr. Grissom, meet Nova and Star-Shadow." Diego's smile was wiped clean as he saw the look on Gil's face, "What's wrong?"
"She didn't say she had dogs?!" Gil's voice was stressed and high pitched. "I can't have dogs in this house, and besides they're HUGE!!!"
"Mr. Grissom calm down," his panic was starting to pass over to Diego.
Gil was about to continue, when Catherine came strolling in, "Gil," she held out his name in thought and pointed to the door, "did you know you had you door open and what on earth are you yelling fo-" She caught sight of the dogs and Diego, "Oh, hello."
"Hello? Hello?! He wants to bring dogs into my house!"
Catherine couldn't help but give Diego a sympathetic smile, "Um . . ."
"Diego," yelled Gil.
"Diego, would you mind leaving and maybe coming back in a little while?" The man nodded his head wildly and gave the leashes to Catherine, and with that left.
Catherine watched Gil clutching his head and mumbling, the man could get worked up about nothing. She sat down beside him and rubbed his back with a hand. "Gil, look at me." He looked at her, his eyes were screwed up with pain and he was sweating slightly. "Hold on a sec, and lay down or something." She smiled and took his hand, "Come here."
She dragged him up and pulled him to his room. She lead him through the door and sat him down on the bed, "Lay and I'll be right back."
He lay back as he watched her disappear into his bathroom, then he heard the floorboards creak near his door. The dogs were slowly coming into the room, but stopped when his eyes met both of theirs. He gave them a look that could only be described as, 'Get out, I don't like you, and just get the fuck out!' Both dogs whined and ran down the hallway.
"Did you just scare the dogs?" He smiled innocently at Catherine, who had a glass of water and pills in her hands. "Don't try the innocent shit with me, I learned a long time ago not to trust it."
He took the offered glass and pills, "Thanks, how'd you know?"
"That's the second one this month, and you now officially have a migraine when I'm around . . . Is this your way of subtly telling me something?"
"If it is, then it's to tell you that I love you, cause you'll always be around to make the pain lessen or go away."
Her breath quickened when he said those three words she yearn for him to mean in a different way. "Well, then I love you too, big boy." They both locked eyes quickly and then looked away just as fast. "I should sleep with you."
His head flew towards her and she mentally slapped herself, she hadn't meant to say it, 'Quick Willows, an excuse would be nice!'
A smile broke through onto his face, "What did you just say?" There was laughter in his eyes, and also . . . Passion?
'Get a hold of yourself Willows, he's probably not even interested.'
"Um . . . Not in a sexual way, unless you want to . . ."
Gil's eyes twitched and he felt as though his mind was short-circuiting, 'She's just playing with you, old buddy.'
Catherine's grinned widened as she saw his tick, maybe she still had that charm that all the woman in her family possessed. "I'm kidding Gil, no I mean like how we use too." She started to trace invisible patterns in to his bed sheet. "You know, when life got to tough and we both just needed comfort?"
"Cath the last time we did, well look what hap-"
She stopped him with a raised finger, "Please, you look worse than when I punched you and I've been having nightmares. I just need this and I know you do too."
Gil thought about it for a moment and looked to be trying to say 'no', but a silent, "Yes," passed through his mouth. A small smile passed over her face.
She raised her arms to take off her the light long-sleeved T-shirt she had been wearing. He raised his eyebrow at the sight of her in a tiny tank top. "Sorry, but I have to." She crossed over to his closet and pulled out a one of his dress-shirts, "You don't mind do you?"
He silently shook his head, he wouldn't have been able to talk if he had wanted to; his mouth had gone dry. Though it went dryer at her next words, "If you want you can take off your shirt, I won't mind."
As he watched her slip off her pants, he shook his head ruefully. "Suit your self." Now only dressed in panties and a tank top that cover practically nothing, she started to pull his shirt on. Damn the stripper in her, the tease! She walked slowly over to him, "You gonna sleep in pants or boxers?"
"Box-" His voice cracked, he tried again, "Boxers."
"Well?"
He wasn't moving, "Oh yeah, go on and get in." He pulled back the covers.
She climbed in and watched him shed his pants. Her heart rate double as he revealed long, muscular legs . . . They were also very tan. "When do you do tanning?"
"I don't, I work outside a lot, when I have time . . . I also have a pool."
She scooted over and awkwardly laid herself beside him. He looked at her and smiled, "I won't bite Catherine."
She smiled and sprawled out by his frame; she laid her head on his chest and her hand on his belly. "I know you have a pool, but Lindsey doesn't come over that often to swim, and those are the only time I see you in shorts. I've just always wondered why you had a tan."
"Why do you have a tan?" He traced his fingers lazily over her shoulder and down her arms; she shuddered slightly, causing him to smile sleepily. "You never go outside and I know that for a fact."
She grinned at him through the faze of tiredness that had taken over their bodies quickly, "You know exactly what keeps me tan and sexy, tanning booths!"
His eyelids were closed now, and a smile danced across his lips, "Sexy . . ."
Gil's breathing deepened, and Catherine found her self falling into a haze of Gil, she snuggled into him and placed a gentle kiss to the underside of his neck, "I think you're pretty sexy too, hot stuff."
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~~You give me strength~~
~~You give me hope~~
~~You give me someone to love someone to hold~~
~~When I'm in your arms~~
~~I need you to know~~
~~I've never been~~
~~I've never been this close~~
"Close" by Westlife
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A/N: I hoped you enjoyed it. The next chap will focus more on Kaylenn than anything else. Though it will be still be a CSI fic in a way, and the CSI's will be mentioned.
