Happy Memories

Spoilers: Unfriendly Skies
Disclaimer: Mine no! CBS, Anthony Zuiker et al Yes Their Minds more devious than mine could ever be.
Author's Note: Blame Billy and Marg for these little pieces. They keep Acting these out in my head!.
Dedication: To Jac for picking up the slack because Aby was too ill to beta. To Vividlyblue for being my inspiration, and the wonderful Erin for much Long distance hand holding I'd never have got it done without her! <g>


Chapter 1

"You didn't tell her, did you?" Catherine demanded looking in shock at Grissom as they sat in his office after another long and unrewarding shift.

Gil chuckled, "Of course not," he assured her, "do you think I'm suicidal?"

They had been discussing Sara's revelation about her initiation into the mile high club. A subject that had come up during last night's investigation concerning the death of Tony Candlewell in the first class cabin of an aeroplane.

"I merely quoted one of my many forensic magazines as my source, which was partially true, and offered to get her a subscription when she didn't believe me."

Catherine laughed at his audacity but she was glad of his quick thinking. The last thing she wanted blabbed around Criminalistics was her and Gil's mid air assignations. True, she had already been legally separated from Eddie at the time so she hadn't been cheating on her husband, but she enjoyed the clandestined aspect of the relationship she had with the blue-eyed supervisor of the graveyard shift and she wasn't willing to give it up, yet.

"Anyway," Grissom continued, "she seemed to accept that and I left her to use her expertise in aeroplane toilets to print that one." Catherine chuckled even harder at that, she could just imagine the response that must have gotten him.

"Are you going to be long?" she asked him trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a yawn.

He shook his head, glaring at the offending forms in front of him. He absolutely detested paper work. He had only taken on Jim Brass' former position as an interim replacement, now, four months later, the Sheriff had made it permanent without even consulting him. This was a typical example of Brian Mobley's high handedness with his staff. One thing Gil didn't mind, however, was the fact that it severely pissed off Conrad Ecklie. The day shift supervisor had stated, more than once, in public that Gil Grissom would never be put in complete charge of his shift because he was so inept. He was, to Ecklie jaundice mind, the archetypal science geek and nerd. Now the little weasel was being forced to eat his words, humiliation was its own reward.

"I should only be about another half hour. Why?" he asked, getting caught up in his lover's blue eyes he gazed at her.

Catherine smiled. She'd known there was a good chance he would forget. With all the hassle he was getting from Mobley it wasn't really that surprising. "Lindsey's at her grandparents?" she prompted, "The school's on vacation for the week?"

A guilty expression clouded Grissom's features as he realised what he'd done. "I'm so sorry, Cath," he said abashedly, "how could I have forgotten? We've both been really looking forward to this."

She shook her head, chuckling at his show of remorse. She didn't doubt it was sincere. Because her divorce from Eddie wasn't finalised yet she and Gil were being extra careful. Lindsey realised that Uncle Gil was around a lot more, but she didn't mind. They on the other hand, had never even let her catch them holding hands, never mind kiss.

"I'll go have a coffee in the break room while you finish up," she told him, her expression and the tone of her voice assuring him he wasn't in the dog house.

"Good idea," he replied, a smile sparkling his own blue eyes with mischief, "or I might never get this finished. You're too much of a distraction," and they both knew exactly what type of distraction he meant.

Getting her coffee and sitting with her legs tucked underneath her, Catherine sat in the break room and thought back to a certain day six months before.
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Only Sam Braun would buy a jumbo jet instead of a company one, but now that everyone was on board for the flight to Hawaii and his sixtieth birthday bash, Catherine was quite pleased that he had.

She had finally convinced Captain James Brass, the man with overall authority over the graveyard shift, to give supervisor Gil Grissom and her the same two nights off so Gil could be her partner at this event.

Everything had been going well until about an hour and a half into the flight. Gil had suddenly excused himself and headed to the toilet, that was thirty minutes ago and he wasn't back yet. Feeling slightly annoyed, Catherine decided to go and check up on him.

Surprisingly she found he had gone to the bathroom Sam had created as an ensuite to the bedroom that now replaced first class.

"Gil?" she asked, knocking on the door quietly, "are you in there?"

A muffled voice answered, assuring her that he was fine and would be right out. Catherine didn't like the sound of him, something was definitely wrong.

Having been on this plane once before with a mischievous five year old, Catherine knew the trick of opening this door from the outside and she did so now. The sight that confronted her made her more worried.

Gil Grissom stood facing the mirror, but not looking into it, his hands on either side of the sink and his head hanging down onto his chest. He was very pale and he looked awful.

She quickly relocked the door and engaging the safety so no one could do what she'd just done. "Gil, honey, what's wrong?"

He jumped; startled that she was actually in the room with him and not safely on the other side of the door. "It's nothing," he tried smiling, but his eyes were still wide, in panic?

"Don't lie to me," she snapped, marching up to him and cupping his face with her hands. He felt clammy to the touch. "Something isn't right; now tell me what it is."

He glanced at the floor, sighed, and then looked back up into her eyes. He was so embarrassed, but he couldn't lie to her face. "I'm scared of flying," he muttered and waited for her to start laughing at him.

Catherine was temporarily dumbstruck and just stood, staring at him for a minute or two. Recovering and doing her best not to smile, she asked. "You can go on those damned rickety rollercoasters without batting an eye but a simple plane journey scares you?"

Shaking his head at her lack of understanding, he tried to look away, but she wouldn't let him. Trying to explain instead he answered, "they're different," he saw her lack of comprehension. "They're still attached to the earth, if something goes wrong and I get stuck, I can always climb down from there. But this..."

'He needs to be distracted,' Catherine thought and a predatory smile appeared on her face. Giving Grissom no chance to react, she put both her hands flat on his chest and pushed him back against the wall between the two sinks. Right now she was sincerely grateful for Sam's stupid dress code for all the guests attending this party. The women all had to wear sleeveless sundresses that were low cut. The men, sleeveless t' shirts and really close fitting shorts. She just loved that it gave her more access to bare skin. Moving in towards him, she delicately ran her fingers up his arms, caressing the flesh as she went.

"Catherine..." Gil couldn't tear his eyes away from hers.

"Relax, Gil," she grinned at him, "Let me create a little distraction for you," and she ran her hands down his chest, dragging her nails across his t' shirt. He stood completely still as she slipped her hands around his waist and inside his clothing.

She smiled mischievously when she felt him shiver as she ran her fingertips over his bare butt, 'Ah,' she thought, 'so it's not just us women who are sensitive there.' She brought one hand back around and pushed up his t' shirt, moving up to play with one of his nipples. Grissom gasped.

"Let me do all the work for now," Catherine told him, lifting his shirt with her hands and divesting him of it. Then she lowered her head to suckle and nibble on his nipple, while she used her left hand to play with the other one and slipped her right hand inside his clothing, running her fingers along his member.

"Oh my God!" Grissom gasped as his whole body began to tremble. This was just unbelievable. He had dreamt of moments like this, even fantasised about them, but never imagined it would actually happen.

Catherine raised her head and looked into his eyes. She brought her right hand up to her mouth and one by one she licked and sucked each finger until they were moist. Grissom's eyes widened as he watched silently.

Then, as she moved up to kiss him, she slipped her hand back inside his shorts. She ran her fingers over and around the head of his penis almost in a tickling motion.

When Gil opened his mouth in a gasped moan, she devoured his lips, sliding her tongue inside.

He couldn't cope with what was happening; felt himself spiralling toward release with nothing under his control. He pulled back from her, "Catherine, I..."

She loved the missed look of confusion and lust in his eyes and marvelled at the thought that she was the one responsible for them being there, she wanted to see what else she could do.

"It's all right, Gil," she assured him, kissing along his jaw line and down onto his neck, "I'd planned on waiting till we got to our hotel room tonight, but this worked out even better." She watched the incredulity spread over his face as he realised that she had planned to seduce him.

Quietly she led him over to the shower stall and the stool it contained. It was one of only two places you could sit down in the room. Before pushing him down onto the cool metal seat, she pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees. As he flinched from the coolness on his bare skin and then sat in a daze, she leant forward, giving him a clear view of her naked breasts under her dress, and removed them completely.

She sat back up taking in the view of the nude man before her and sighed in contentment. Handsome just didn't cut it; he was much more than that. She hid a smile at the red tinge that coloured his face; he was so cute when he was embarrassed.

Catherine placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward her, as they kissed she allowed her hands to roam over his back and down to his ass again. One hand caressing his butt, she ran the fingers of her other one up and down his lower spine and was rewarded with another shiver.

Breaking away, she knelt on the floor in front of him. First with her fingers and then with her tongue, she made her way up the inside of his legs, pausing to kiss behind his knees which earned her a groan of desire. As she neared his groin she deliberately stayed away from his shaft and concentrated instead on running her tongue along the crease that formed the join between his leg and his torso.

"Aaah..." came the sound and a hasty intake of breath as Gil almost lifted himself clear of the stool. The same reaction came again when she repeated the action on the other side. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to deliberate on his manhood and exactly what she wanted to do.

She took him deep into her mouth, chuckling as she did so. Gil gasped and squirmed on the stool. Using all the tricks she had learned with Eddie, she brought his close to orgasm, wondering at the fact that he wasn't grabbing and pulling at her hair?

Suddenly he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away, "Cath, please, no, stop," he seemed anxious.

Catherine sat back on her heels and looked up into his dazed, flushed features, curious at his reaction.

"I don't want it to go like this," he explained panting breathlessly. "I want to make love to you not..." and his face wrinkled in mild distaste as he pointed to her mouth.

Smiling, Catherine said it for him, "Come in my mouth?"

Grissom winced at her terminology and nodded, this was a rare man indeed.

"That's what it's called, baby," she informed him, feeling playful and not above teasing him, "don't you enjoy it?"

Getting his breathing under some control he gave her a 'what do you think' look and tried to put his feelings into words. "I know that what it's called, I just never liked the term that's used but I've never found one that suits it better." He shrugged, combing his fingers through her strawberry blonde tresses and continued, "As for enjoying it?" he snorted, "I'm a man, Catherine, and you're doing wonderful and extremely sensual things to me with your skilful mouth, of course I'm enjoying it!" She just loved that when he got awkward or shy about something personal, as he did now, it was the only time you got to see his emotions written on his face as it coloured.

"Then what's the problem?" she asked, curious about what was going on in that steel trap mind of his.

He blushed again, trying not to be self conscious of his nudity and his erection when she was still fully clothed. "Where's the enjoyment in it for you?" He was being absolutely honest, she could see it in his eyes, and it totally stunned her.

Grissom started to feel awkward as the silence stretched. He didn't know what he could possibly have said wrong, but obviously something was. Then he shuddered as Catherine delicately ran her finger tips along his length.

"You are truly a rare commodity, Gil Grissom," she assured him, a seductive smile spreading over her face and sparkling her eyes. "I've never met a man who worried about whether his partner was enjoying it or not when she was giving him head."

He shrugged his shoulders and then gasped louder as she leant forward and licked the pulsing tip of his member, 'Oh boy,' he thought, feeling like Sam Beckett from Quantum Leap, 'I'm in serious trouble now.' He didn't know why but he was certain that he was.

"With me you don't have to worry," she told him, moving in close again, "I get a real rush out of doing this..." she paused for a moment, licking her lips in anticipation, "especially when it's you."

Gil swallowed audibly as he watched her prepare for her next move.

"So what other words don't you like the sound of?" she asked just before she dipped her head and ran her tongue along the crease at the top of his right leg.

"W... wh... who says there are an...nny o...others?" he stammered his mind reeling at the sensations she was creating.

She looked up at him and smiled, then gave its twin crease similar treatment, enjoying the sounds he made at the pleasure she was giving him. He arched completely off of the stool, which in a way could be considered a mistake. This gave Catherine clearer access to the area at the top of his legs that she had been playing with and let her get at his inner thighs, as well as his scrotum. Before he could sit down again, she resumed trailing the tip of her tongue along the crease above his left leg and slipped her right hand between his thighs, cupping and massaging his balls.

'D...amn,' Grissom thought at his predicament and reaction to it, 'O...oh, th... at's bah...ad,' even his mental voice was stammering.

"Come on, Gil, fess up," she looked up into his eyes which were dark with desire.

"Oh...kay," he muttered, trying to control his voice and his words, "but I'm not saying it," Catherine arched an eyebrow at him in challenge and he added quickly, "C. U. Next. Tuesday." And then he gulped as he awaited her response.

She ran both her hands in a circular motion over his lower abdomen, allowing him to reclaim his seat. "Okay," she said smiling, "that's a good choice, I don't like that one either."

Trailing her fingers along his inner thighs she asked, "Is that all?"

His lack of immediate response betrayed him and, chuckling, she took just the head of his penis into her mouth again and lathed her tongue around it.

"Oh... oh... Catherine," he said in a sigh, his body squirming under her touch.

"Hmm..." she said around his member, making him gasp and tremble, his eyes almost rolling back in his head.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but that was just putting off the inevitable. In a small quavering voice he admitted embarrassedly, "Your small bundle of nerves."

Catherine's eyes sparkled and she sat back looking up at him, a smile on her face, "Clitoris?" she asked.

He nodded, hoping she would not force him to say it. But of course she did. "It's the correct name for it, Gil," she told him her voice rippling with laughter, "say it for me."

At first he just sat there staring at her, but when she used her index finger to spread his pre-ejaculate around and over the head of his shaft, he groaned and writhed mumbling quietly, "Clitoris."

She laughed and said, "I didn't quite hear that." When he hesitated again she dipped the tip of her tongue into the small opening at the tip of his penis several times in quick succession, while pumping her hand along it.

'Oh My God!' his brain screamed, "Okay... okay," he answered in a trembling voice and said, "Clitoris," loud enough for her to hear him.

Nodding her head in satisfaction and smiling in triumph, Gil watched in silent puzzlement as Catherine stood up and moved to the call button on the opposite wall. His mouth dropped opened in surprise as she pressed it.

He gulped and stated shyly, "I'm not exactly dressed for visitors."

Catherine gave a deep throaty chuckle, her eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief, "Don't worry, no one will see you," she paused for a moment, winked at him, and then told him, "I have a secret plan."

Just then someone knocked on the bathroom door, causing them both to jump in surprise. Giggling at their reactions and Gil's embarrassment, she pulled the shower screen over and answered the door.

"Grissom heard a young female voice say, "Yes, ma'am, how may I help you?"

Then Catherine answered, "My friend's a bit embarrassed, he doesn't want anyone to know that he's air sick. Could you bring me..." her voice had been getting steadily quieter as she spoke and he completely missed the end of her sentence.

"Of course, ma'am," the young woman answered, "I'll be right back."

Once she had closed and locked the door again, Catherine stepped back into the shower stall. She leant down consuming his lips with her own and drew him into a deep passionate kiss, her hand spiralling down his chest and moving lower until she could run it along his length, squeezing the tip when she reached it.

Grissom gasped and murmured a few inarticulate phrases. What this woman was doing to him was incredible. No one had ever had such an effect on him and he wouldn't have believed anyone could. Even given his feelings for her, she still played him like a virtuoso.

"When that young lady brings me what I asked for," Catherine instructed him, "I want you to sit back, hands on the grab rail behind your neck and close your eyes."

She watched the uncertainty and insecurity war with the curiosity in his eyes. He clearly wasn't sure how much he could trust her, just how far she would take this? Who had caused him to suffer such fear, doubt and thoughts of betrayal she didn't know, but she would find out once they got to the hotel or her name wasn't Catherine Willows.

Placing her hand on his chest over his heart, and mirroring the same action on her own body, she promised him. "It will just be the two of us and I won't do anything to embarrass you while you're naked and so vulnerable."

Watching him begin to relax and the curiosity winning, he chuckled as he nodded his agreement. He hadn't failed to notice her choice of words. 'Not while I'm naked eh?' he thought, wondering what she had planned for later?

The door was knocked again and Catherine stepped out of the stall, pulling the screen closed behind her and protecting his privacy.

He heard the two women mutter a few pleasantries and the door closing again. Mindful of his acquiescence he complied and waited for her, a slight tremor of nervousness coursing through his body. How did she manage to talk him into the submissive role so easily? It wasn't one he was used to playing.

"Eyes closed?" Catherine asked, the muffled quality of her voice telling him she was still on the other side of the shower screen.

"Uh-huh," he answered, not trusting his voice to say anything more complicated.

Catherine opened the screen and stepped back into the stall. She smiled when she saw he had done as she asked and gave a shiver of anticipation. He looked so vulnerable and innocent sitting there so open to her desires.

Placing her two prizes under the stool, less Gil inadvertently open his eyes and spoil the surprise, she knelt down on the cool waterproof flooring in front of him. Grasping his shaft at the root, she slowly and with great attention to detail, licked along it's entirety and was rewarded by a groan and the sight of her lover bucking his hips toward her uncontrollably.

Reaching under the stool, Catherine brought out the opened bottle of sparkling mineral water. Taking a drink, but not swallowing it, she replaced the bottle and moved into position. She had never tried this before and was looking forward to seeing what sort of reaction she was going to get. She took the tip of his penis into her mouth and waited.

She wasn't disappointed. The reaction was almost instantaneous. Gil arched his back and gripping onto the grab rail behind him for dear life omitted a strangled cry. "Oh God," he gasped, "Oh Cath," Came out in an almost breathless rush, "Oh shit!" He exclaimed, his entire frame trembling and his head falling back onto his shoulders.

Suckling for all she was worth, they remained that way; his body shaking more and more, until the bubbles finally died. She saw perspiration form on his forehead and top lip and had to fight the urge to chuckle.

She slowly sat back on her heels, giving him a few moments to collect himself, and then set about the final phase of her plan. She hoped his next reaction would be as strong. Putting the largest ice cube in her mouth she held it there for as long as she could.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" Gil asked, his voice still trembling slightly.

Removing the ice and running it over the palms of her hand until they were cold and wet, she replied, "No, not yet."

Gil gave a sigh of trepidation and wondered, nervously, what she still had up her sleeve?

Catherine then took the smallest piece of ice from the glass. She took a hold of Gil's member once more and heard him gasp at the difference in temperature, then she took him into her mouth once again, rolling the small piece of ice around his hot and throbbing tip.

His hips bucked in frenzy and he almost shouted out loud, "Oh shit!!" His head was whipping back and forth and she thought he was going to pull the grab rail off of the wall. His eyes flew open and he stared at her, his face a picture of surprise and desire.

Holding the ice on the very tip of his member, she began to suckle, hoping to completely melt the ice before draining her lover.

"Oh Jesus," Gil groaned unable to control his reaction as his senses went into complete over load.

Finally, the ice almost gone, she removed her hand and got down to business. "oh, oh oh," he gasped. "Oh no, Cath," she could see him fighting to regain composure but she wasn't going to let him. Her other hand had still been holding the glass containing the ice, placing it on the floor, she used this hand to massage his scrotum.

"Oh God!" He cried, biting his lip and fighting a losing battle, "Oh Cath, I'm gonna... I can't stop... oh lord... you... you..." his words dissolved into a mindless babble as he exploded into her mouth, his back arching again and again and his hips bucking furiously. Never had he felt like this before in his entire life.

Catherine kept up her actions until she felt his body quiet and saw his posture slump as he let go of the grab rail. He was breathless and panting and his body still gave a very occasional involuntary shudder.

Timidly he opened first one eye and then the other staring at her in unconcealed amazement. He smiled, bashfully and getting his breathing under control he said, "You are amazing," a look of chagrin and doubt crept onto his face, "but I can never even come close to equalling that."

She cupped his face with both her hands and gently brushed his lips with her own. "I'm not asking you to," she assured him, "anything you do will be enough for me, this was my present to you." She looked him in the eye and added, "Besides, I'm more experienced than you, with more points of reference."

When he gave that little pouty half smile of his and raised one eyebrow quizzically, she chuckled. "You don't strike me as the type of man who reads or watches pay-per-view porn."

Redness swarmed over his face and he actually looked quite shocked. "Seeing as Eddie insisted on putting the charges on our credit cards I thought I might as well get something for the hard earned cash I was spending."

Gil chuckled ruefully but made no comment.

"We'd better smarten ourselves up and get out of here," Catherine said looking anxiously at her watch. "I've no idea how long we've been in here?"

Neither did Gil, so he hurriedly reached for his nearest piece of clothing, his top. When he went to retrieve his underwear and shorts he saw Cath pushing them into the garbage disposal.

"Cath! No!" he exclaimed.

She hesitated, smiling at him, the unasked question written clearly on her face.

"One," he stated, trying to sound convincing, "my wallet and keys are in the pockets." Her expression remained unchanged. "Two," he added hurriedly, "I can't exactly go back out there dressed like this," and he pointed at his half naked body.

Catherine chuckled and finished what she'd been doing, hearing what sounded suspiciously like a whimper coming from her companion.

"Don't worry, Gil," she assured him, "your wallet and keys are safe in my purse." She then proceeded to delve into said purse, "and I've got something better for you to wear." Her eyes took on a mischievous glint as she threw him a package.

He opened it and withdrew the smallest pair of shorts he'd ever seen. They would just cover his butt and no more.

"I can't wear these!" He all but shouted in horror, checking the inside label for the size and noticing a strategically placed second patch of fabric. He didn't even want to guess what that was about.

"Well, it's that or nothing," she commented chuckling.

Harrumphing in disgust he put them on. His worst nightmare became reality; the fabric clung to him like a second skin. 'Oh God,' he thought, 'how am I going to walk out in these?' but he knew he had to, there was nothing else for it.

"Nice," Catherine commented, licking her lips appreciatively, "Sam thought your other pair didn't match the dress code anyway," she confided in him. "Too long."

Spluttering, Gil replied, "This from the man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts!?" but his gut tightened, his groin tingled, and he gave an involuntary shiver when Catherine licked her lips again, staring hungrily at his crotch.

"Come on," she said throatily, "let's see how long this distraction works?" and then they headed back to their seats. There was after all some eight hours of the flight left to go and Catherine still had more plans.