Grissom's plane landed in Vegas and after claiming his bag, he made his way to his car. Walking up to it, he spotted a piece of paper under the wiper. He threw his bag inside and then pulled the paper out. Opening it, he read:

There was a woman in Vegas

Whose love for Gil was outrageous;

So she laid in her bed,

Dressed only in red

Hoping her feelings were contagious.

Smirking, he pulled his phone out and began to dial.

"Hello," her sleepy voice answered.

"I..um…got your limerick."

"So soon? So, what did you think of it?"

"Red, huh?"

"Yeah," she answered suggestively.

He wondered how such small word could hold so much meaning. "You at home?"

"In bed," she sighed.

"I'm on my way…."

"Use your key…."

"Yeah."

He hoped he wouldn't get a speeding ticket. And he had to concentrate to be sure he stopped for the red lights. The drive from the airport to her house should have taken twenty five to thirty minutes. He was there in fifteen. Using the key, he let himself in and walked through the house to her bedroom. She was there, under her covers. Peeling his clothes off as he crossed the room, he pulled the covers to reveal her. He stopped, his jaw hanging in disbelief. "I thought you said red?"

"My lipstick is red," she pouted.

"But…but…," his hand sweeping the length of her body. "You aren't…"

You see me wearing any color besides red?" she smiled.

"Ah…no."

"It's cold, Gil. Get over here."

He climbed in beside her, immediately pulling her warm, nude body next to his. "I think I like you in red."

"Then I need to wear it more often."

Nothing else was said for the next couple of hours; not that the room was quiet; but moans and sighs hardly qualify as words. And then finally, amid gasps and grunts, Catherine cried out his name in ecstasy.

Gil slumped next to her, his arm over her stomach and his face in the warmth of her neck, nuzzling her. "How did you know?"

"Know?"

"How much I needed that?"

She smiled. "All men need that when they are upset. It clears your minds so that you can think."

His eyebrow shot up and then a gentle smile settled on his face. "I don't need to think. I just want to feel you next to me like this."

Catherine chuckled. "Gil Grissom doesn't want to think…that's a first."

"Grissom has more interesting things to occupy his time." His hand traveled the length of her body, up to her face where he held her jaw in his palm. "Like this," he said as he brought his lips to hers. "And this," as he nibbled her ear. "And then there is this," he said as his tongue trailed down to her neck. He continued, pointing out various points on her body that he found interesting until she was squirming with desire again. His own arousal wasn't lost on her.

They continued making love through the afternoon until both were exhausted. Looking at the clock, Catherine forced herself up. He looked at her, his lip taking on the pouty look. She giggled as she looked at him. "Well, we can't stay in bed forever," she said.

He sat up and watched her as she collected fresh clothes and walked to the bathroom. "Besides," she said, "I want to go see Lindsey." He listened as water ran in the shower and then he padded across the room. He stood in the bathroom, watching her through the glass door, drinking in the sight of her.

The door opened slightly and he heard her ask, "you coming in or not?"

Stepping into the steamy shower, his hands went immediately to her body. As Catherine looked at his face, she was reminded of expression just a short time ago when he had watched her putting on make up; only this time there was a different quality, adoration. She had seen something of the expression before, when he was tending to some of his creatures. She had never seen him look at another human being like that. This was the quiet, gentle Gil; the one that saw beauty in unusual places and revered it. Catherine knew that she was an attractive woman; she worked hard at it. But the way he looked at her now, he saw a different kind of beauty in her; beauty of the soul. His gaze elevated her, made her better than who she was, transforming her into something divine. At least, that's the way he made her feel.

They stood transfixed, their eyes locked as the warm water flowed over them. It was a dream moment; one of those rare slivers in time that is forever imprinted into one's memory and treasured more than the most precious gem. Their souls were connected, an invisible wire stretched between their hearts and their eyes; for that instant they were one.

Her head began to swim, his gaze lifting her out of any sense of time or space into another realm. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized that this was pure joy; an intense and especially ecstatic happiness unbounded by earthly concerns. In that moment they were on a different plane of existence, something like heaven.

He felt it too. Such happiness had always seemed out of reach and yet here with Catherine, he had found it. Everything else in his life fell away as he delighted in the moment. He took a deep breath as he let euphoria engulf him. "God Catherine, do you have any idea what you do to me…for me?"

She slipped into his embrace, her other senses springing to life as their two bodies entwined, taking in his smell, the sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear, and the feel of his body next to hers. "Probably something like what you do to me," she purred.

He took the washcloth and poured her body wash onto it. Then very slowly he began to wash her, tenderly scrubbing her shoulders and working his way over her body. Catherine closed her eyes to further enjoy what she thought had to be the most sensual experience of her life. Their love making in the shower was intense, unbelievably exciting, and didn't involve sex, leaving them hungry for later.

About an hour later, still feeling an intense connection, they headed to the hospital to see their daughter.

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