Disclaimer: Again, if they were mine we wouldn't be on shark watch now.
A/N: Thanks to Angie for beta and helping me flesh my thoughts out. All mistakes are still mine though.
From "Who Are You"
EDDIE: I came to tell you how great you are. It always comes out wrong. When I married you, I married up. I know that.
CATHERINE: It wasn't all bad.
Previously: "Eddie Willows, dying didn't even stop you from screwing with my life."
Chapter 9"Catherine, don't go." Eddie pulled her back onto the bed kissing her longingly.
"Eddie, stop it. I'm already late." She made a half-assed effort to push him away.
"Just a few more minutes. You said yourself you were already late so what will it matter." He rolled her over placing soft kisses along her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt.
"Twenty minutes. And that's it!" She let her hand slide over his ass pulling him closer.
"Yeah. Twenty minutes." He smirked knowing he had won the battle.
Three hours later the phone rang. Catherine pulled up from Eddie to answer the phone.
"Hello." She leaned back onto her husband, placing kisses along his shoulders.
"Catherine why aren't you at work?" It was Gil.
"I…um…I think I caught something. She giggled as she nibbled on Eddie's nipple. "It must be one of those 24 hour bugs." Eddie flipped them causing her to gasp.
"Twenty four hour bugs?" He heard her gasp.
"Yeah. I feel…terrible. Can't even stand up." She ran her finger along Eddie's waistline as she spoke.
"Damn straight!" Eddie smiled proudly.
"Shh." She kissed him into silence. "I'll be there tomorrow. Goodbye Gil." She tossed the phone over to the nightstand without clicking to disconnect the call. "You are bad Eddie Willows."
"But you love me" he said as he lifted her hips.
"You know I ummpphhh…" she sighed with pleasure as he entered her.
The next night she rolled into the lab fifteen minutes late. She made her way to the break room where Jim Brass was handing out assignments and slipped into an empty chair as quietly as possible.
"Willows, you're late."
"Sorry." Jim had already moved on to handing out assignments and never heard her.
"Feeling better?" Gil's whisper was barely loud enough for her to hear but she didn't miss the tone of disgust with which his question was uttered.
"Yeah, much better" she mumbled before lowering her head to hide her blush.
Gil and Catherine had been sent to the Mirage to process a room where a woman had found her husband lying in a pool of blood.
"That cold came on fast." Gil was dusting for prints but his mind was elsewhere. "Are you sure you are feeling up to working?" Catherine continued looking for trace evidence in the carpet, intentionally focusing on her work.
"Um. Yeah. I feel great." She reached under the bed grabbing a hair with her tweezers. He stopped what he was doing turning to look at her, his eyes boring thru the back of her head.
"That's what I thought." He watched her visibly stiffen at his words before turning back to finish printing the dresser. No other words were spoken between them.
Catherine arrived home almost two hours late. The smell of pancakes filled the air. The mellow grooves of Al Green seduced her hearing. She dropped her keys in the bowl by the door and made her way to the kitchen. Eddie was pouring the mix into the pan. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face against his back.
"You got my message?" She inhaled his scent. They had been apart for twelve hours. She had never missed him as much as she had last night.
"Yeah. I thought you would be hungry."
"I am. Smells wonderful."
"Won't be long."
"I was talking about you." She wound her way around till she was positioned in front of him, nuzzling her head into his neck. Eddie leaned down kissing her forehead.
"Pancakes first. You'll need the fuel for later. Now move before they burn." He tried to move away but she pulled him closer.
"No, I like it right here."
"You're insatiable."
"And you're incredibly sexy.' She dug her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling his hips towards hers. He dipped the ladle into the bowl then poured a small amount on Catherine's nose. The ringing of the phone stopped their game from going further. Reluctantly she pulled her hands from his pockets, grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID.
"Damn. It's him."
"Don't answer." Eddie knew she would so he went back to cooking the pancakes.
"I have to. Work." She clicked the button with a little more force than was necessary. "Willows."
"Catherine. We got a break on the case. You need to come back to the lab."
"Can't you handle it?" Her voice was full of impatience and irritation.
"I thought we were working this case together." Gil responded in kind.
"We are. But I'm already home."
"Then come back."
"I can't."
"You won't."
"Whatever. I've got to go."
"Catherine, you're throwing away your…" Catherine hung up the phone before he could finish. She wrapped herself back up in Eddie, sliding her hands under his shirt and up his chest.
"Now where were we?"