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She was pacing the floor back and forth one hand on her brow eyes opening and closing every other minute clad in a robe. She couldn't believe herself. Finally a sound made its way through her throat after what'd seemed like an eternity to both of them. "I'm so sorry, Gil. I'm so sorry. I can't begin explaining to you how sorry I am. Gil, I'm just… humiliated." As much as he wanted to, he couldn't stifle the sarcastic laugh caught in his throat and it made it past his lips. "Sorry?" She sat down on her bed. He walked to the door and looked at her. "I shouldn't have let you expose yourself like that," he said professionally, "I am sorry that only in your mind would you want me. I was stupid enough to think that you actually…" He stopped midsentence realizing he had said far more than he intended to. Her mouth had dropped open and she wanted to speak, but he was already gone. "Gil!" She shouted just before she heard the door slam. She fell backwards onto her bed and closed her eyes; she couldn't help the images that passed through her mind. He had really kissed her, caressed her, held her. She wanted to go after him, shout at him for leaving again, for not standing up to the true message behind his words, but she was too tired to do anything about it. She got back under the covers and fell asleep.
She pushed the call button again. She got his voice mail for the ninth time. "Damn it, Gil!" She hung up again and grabbed her purse and her keys before calling another number. "Hello? Catherine Willows."
She was nervous, she was insecure. Catherine Willows didn't get insecure, yet she was. She raised her fist and knocked on the door. A bewildered Grissom opened it. "Catherine," he said surprised. "You've been ignoring my calls," she stated. He stared at the floor. "We need to talk." He snorted. "Gil, please, what happened to you? I feel like I don't know you." He made space for her to pass him, and she walked in to the hotel room. "Only in my mind would I want you?" She hissed. "I practically offered myself to you, Gil! Figment of imagination or not, I was imagining you, fantasizing you. You don't just fantasize about anybody random." He was silent. "I was so humiliated last night. If I had known it were you returning I would have been happy. You'd just been gone for so long and I treated you like the fantasy you'd been! I was naked on more than one level last night!" He stepped closer to her. "And you were beautiful on each individual level." She gasped and flashed him a vulnerable smile. "I wanted our first kiss to be different than that hungry, violent one," she admitted. He took another step and entered her personal sphere placing his hands on her hips. "I liked that. It was… unexpected," he grinned before gently pressing his lips against hers. She put a hand around his neck and kissed him back. She bit his lip gently causing just enough pain for him to back away. "Ow! What was that?!" She shot him the best innocent look she could. "What? That? Oh, that was for ever leaving me all alone in this big, horrible city." She felt bad when she saw the real pain in his eyes caused by her words. She emerged and took his head in her hands. "I missed you," she said and kissed him gingerly.