Chapter Two: 4,5,6 C'mon and Get Your Kicks
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"You had a good day at school sweetie?" Catherine asked as she hung up her daughter's jacket.
"Boring." Lindsey said, giving her usual monotonous reply as she headed half way up the stairs.
"So no more detentions?" Catherine checked, running a hand through her hair. She hated that she had to ask these same questions every day but with Lindsey, if she never asked, she would never get told.
"No Mom." Lindsey sighed. "I'm going to get changed."
"Okay, I'll go get you a drink." She said, walking into the kitchen.
Friday, her favourite day of the week. She hadn't slept in about twenty-four hours but with her day off tomorrow she wanted to spend some time with her daughter rather than sleeping all afternoon. If only Lindsey shared that view. Catherine opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of juice.
What the hell had happened between her and Gil earlier? Since when did she act like that around him? Their relationship had been strained enough already, why did she have to go and make it completely awkward? She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was still young, she could still make men's heads turn so why did she feel less inclined to go out there and find a suitable guy? Was it because at the back of her mind she had already found the perfect guy and knew that no one else could live up to his standard? Is that why she now spent all her days off in the house wearing a pair of jeans and a vest top instead of high heels and a short dress?
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "I've got it!" she called though she might as well have saved her breath since no one else was in a rush to get it.
She opened the door and saw Gil standing there. He had changed into what looked like a brand new short-sleeved shirt and a nice pair of trousers. He looked very suave and … un-Gil like. "Gil, hi." She said, feeling slightly awkward after their encounter earlier on.
Gil didn't say anything or wait for an invitation inside. He stepped in and in one fluid motion he pinned Catherine against the wall and pressed his lips against hers.
Catherine opened her mouth slightly in shock and the next thing she knew she felt his hands on her waist and his tongue playing with hers. Yes she was in shock, yes she couldn't think straight, yes Gil was her best friend …… but darn he was a good kisser. To look at him you would never had guessed that he had such talent but god this was even better than what she had ever imagined.
Gil wasn't sure why he was doing this but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Perfect way to do what he had wanted to do for every hour of every day that he had known her whilst under the pretext of getting even with her. She had understandably been shocked at first but she soon melted into his kiss whilst still giving him ultimate control. He felt her arms curl around the back of his neck and she moaned slightly. How did he get to be passionately kissing Catherine on her front porch again?
"Ugh that's gross!" Lindsey said interrupting them, a disgusted look on her face.
Grissom moved off of Catherine leaving her feeling giddy and needy for more.
"Hey Lindsey." Gil said. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine." She said confidently, still shooting looks from Gil to her Mom and back again. "You two need to get a room." She said before leaving them and going into the kitchen.
"Did my own daughter just tell me to get a room?" Catherine said, more to herself than to anyone else. She was still in shock.
"Look Catherine, I should go." Gil said quietly, touching her arm. He wanted to stay, he wanted her to tell him to stay but maybe they both needed sometime to think things through. Every action has its consequences.
Catherine looked at him. Had they just made out? Had they just kissed?
"What's going on out here?" came a voice entering the hallway, stopping Grissom from leaving. He immediately recognised her as Catherine's mother and he felt like he was back in high school about to be interviewed by a girl's mother who had just caught them making out on their front porch. Except that kind of thing had never happened to him in high school.
"Gil, this is my mother Lily. Mom, you remember Gil right?" Catherine said, regaining the ability to speak.
"Sure. Nice to meet you." Lily said, shaking Gil's hand whilst looking at him unsurely. "You never said you were expecting a guest Catherine."
"Oh, I just stopped by." Gil said, realising that no matter how old one was, whenever their mothers were in town, they were no longer in charge of their own house.
"He had his tongue down her throat." Lindsey informed her grandmother, smirking.
"Lindsey!" Catherine explained, shocked.
"You never said you were seeing anyone." Lily shot.
"Mom, I think I'm old enough to be able to not have to tell you everything." Catherine sighed. "You know Gil. We work together at the lab, we're friends."
"And you two were just doing what just then then?"
Gil shrugged. "Flirting." He said simply looking at Catherine, his eyes twinkling. "And maybe taking control."
"Riight." Lily said looking thoroughly disgruntled that she was being kept out of the loop about something. "Well, dinner's nearly ready. Catherine why don't you ask your man friend to stay."
Catherine just gaped at her mother. 'Man-friend'. God her mother wasn't helping matters. Lindsey gave them one last smirk before following her grandmother into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry about her, she's-"
"Your mother." Grissom smiled. They held each other's gaze for a moment. "I need to go." He said.
"No stay." Catherine said quickly. "Stay for dinner."
"You do realise this could be one of the most awkward dinners of your life right?" Grissom said, taking off his shoes. "I mean your daughter and your mother both think we're sleeping together, you think I'm the world's biggest idiot for accusing you of flirting with Ecklie and I'm just regretting totally destroying our friendship by doing….." he waved his arm in a gesture. "By doing whatever we did back there."
Catherine shrugged. "You're a good kisser so I forgive you." She said and with a toss of her hair, her hips swaying, she walked into the dining room.
A/N:- And I do believe there's a third part to this merry little tale. Coming soon.
