Rewards

Spoilers: None it could fit anywhere
Author's Note: This is just a PWP that popped into my head as I woke up this morning. Angie will this do till I finish my WIP?
Dedication: Firstly to AbyKitten who beta's all my fanfic, even for the programmes she doesn't watch like this one. And most importantly Vividlyblue1 who has given me back my will to write! Love ya honey!!


Chapter 2

"Well, that was different," Gil Grissom said looking down at his sated lover, "but a little too impersonal for my taste."

Catherine Willows was in no condition to deny or agree with him. Lying on her bed, a trickle of sweat meandering a path between her breasts, she felt relaxed and boneless. She couldn't get totally comfortable with her wrists still tied to the bed head by the silk scarves they'd been using but after the morning she'd had she wasn't about to complain.

They'd spent hours making love when Catherine had been forced to answer the call of nature. She'd returned to find Gil searching for something, what her endorphin riddled brain could no longer remember, when he'd come across her toy drawer. He'd been fascinated by the different sizes, shapes and colours of the vibrators she had collected and nothing would please him until he tried at least one of them out on her.

Now he didn't seem too happy though she was quite delighted with the outcome. "Untie me and I'll show you something else you can do with them," she told him, watching his brow crease with curiosity. She found it quite refreshing and rather cute that he'd never used one before.

Untying her, Gil gave her the vibrator and lay back to watch. "Just a minute," she said and walked over to her toy drawer, taking out the smallest one she had. She came back to the bed and after much cajoling had finally got Grissom's wrists tied together and then to the bed head. Clearly he'd thought she'd meant to use them on herself, but Catherine needed a little bit of recovery time before she went down that road again.

Helping him to turn on his side facing her, she slipped the vibrator he had used on her between his legs, nuzzled it up against his balls and his flaccid penis lying along it. He jumped and gave a gasp when she switched it on. She sat smiling, watching the emotions that ran over his face as his shaft thickened and lengthened. He closed his eyes as waves of pleasure washed over him.

He gave an inarticulate cry and his eyes flew open in amazement when she placed the smaller vibrator on the tip of his now engorged organ. His breath was short and rasping, his body bucking and writhing and within minutes he had climaxed, only the silk scarves preventing him from collapsing on top of her.

"Oh wow!" he exclaimed, "that was... well it was... unbelievable," he smiled shyly at her, "obviously you know what you're doing with those things," and he sounded both pleased and annoyed.

"Before you ask," she cut him off, realising where the anger might be coming from, "I never did this with Eddie," she smiled at the thought of it. "He always thought he was too good a lover to need any assistance, he was wrong. Variety is the name of the game if you want to keep the spice flowing."

She untied Gil and they snuggled up together both replete in the after glow. Now was the time for sleeping, they did have to work tonight after all and didn't want anyone to think there was something going on between them.

Six hours later Catherine awoke to find Gil lying watching her. The expression on his face was that of a man deep in thought.

"Penny for them?" Catherine asked as she attempted to stretch, only to find she was once again tied to the bed. "Gil?" she sighed, he could always be trusted to dream up something different, "what are you up to now?"

He smiled as he hovered over her, dipping his head down to pay careful attention to her left breast. 'God,' thought Catherine, 'this man is insatiable!' And she knew she was the lucky one to have him in her bed and her's alone.

He ran his tongue around her nipple, then over it, until it teased up into a perfect peak and then he took it into his mouth, suckling on it. "Mmmm," he murmured sending delicate shivers running through her. She gasped and then sighed contentedly, waiting on an answer to her almost forgotten question.

Before moving onto her other breast he looked into her eyes and said, "I bet you I can make you orgasm three times in a row without the aid of any of your toys," he challenged her.

Catherine tried to concentrate on what he'd said as he lavished his attention on her right nipple, a man clearly happy at his work. "And what do you win if you succeed?" she asked her voice thick with the arousal he was creating. This sounded like a win-win situation for her.

A mischievous glint in his eyes, he looked up at her and answered, "the right to choose what you wear to work tonight, right down to your underwear," and he ran his thumb over her rigid nipple.

Moaning with pleasure and wishing he would centre his attention somewhat lower to take care of the tension he was causing, she fought to keep her thoughts on the challenge. "Nothing too exotic," she stated, wondering just where this was going, he was up to something she was sure she just didn't know what?

"No, no," Grissom agreed whole-heartedly, "nothing that would arouse the suspicions of the rest of the team," privately he acknowledged that would spoil his plan and the fun he intended to have. He hadn't forgotten what she'd done to him at the conference. Thank God the others hadn't realised what was going on or he'd never have lived it down. This was all gearing up to get him his revenge and he didn't want anything to spoil it. Secretly though he worried if he could get away clean. Catherine was notoriously good at turning the tables on him and leaving him in more trouble than he could create.

Caught up in the sensations he was sending through her body, Catherine's common sense and danger signals deserted her and she agreed all too easily. Before she could harbour any second thoughts Gil began kissing and nipping his way to the desired destination.

Stroking the soft skin on her inner thighs with his hands, he descended between her legs and blew across the hair of her mound. Catherine gave a soft sigh, wriggling under him. With his right hand he parted her nether lips and stared down at her clit, which was already beginning to swell with her arousal.

Careful not to apply too much pressure, he began by placing short, staccato licks on it with just the tip of his tongue. Listening to Catherine's breathing increasing and watching her hips squirm and buck he increased the speed but not the pressure, occasionally swirling his tongue around the engorged nub of nerves. It didn't take much of this stimulation to force Catherine over the edge into her orgasm.

"Ohhhh," she purred, sinking into the bed, "that was really nice, Gil," and she emphasised the really. She gave a gasp of surprise as she felt his finger smooth over her clit and then dip downwards slipping inside her warm, wet centre. Muscles automatically tightened, engulfing the enclosed digit, but as he rubbed his finger backwards and forwards creating many pleasing sensations, they relaxed and released, allowing him to add first a second and then a third.

Watching her face for the change in expression he knew would appear, Gil flexed his fingers gently and then curled them at the tip, searching for that special spot. When Catherine's eyes tightened, her face flushed and she omitted a strangled gasp, he knew he'd found it. Wriggling the tips of his fingers individually and then en masse he felt her body begin to tense as she headed toward her second orgasm and he lowered his head back to her breast, once again licking around and over the nipple before scraping his teeth gently across it. Cath's muscles clamped around his fingers almost painfully and her hips rose off the bed as she cried out in release. Keeping up he actions till she stilled, he heard her murmur, "God you're on good form today," and he smiled. This was a bet he was going to enjoy winning.

Moving back between her legs, he blew across the hairs of her mound again and slipped his two index fingers between her lips, parting them to give him access to her tender sensitive nub. She shivered and gasped as he ran his tongue gently across it. He blew on it causing the muscles in her thighs to ripple. Swirling his tongue around it he felt the sheet beneath him tug and looked up to see her grasping it in her fists and pulling it toward her. Finally he sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on it with the force of his muscles, running his tongue around and over it, then lastly scraping his teeth across it.

Catherine cried out, her thighs locking his head in place, as her hips jack knifed so hard she almost bucked them both off of the bed, and her fingers tangled in his hair as her entire body spasmed and trembled. He rode out her orgasm, licking the delicate musky taste of her, before raising his head and staring into her glazed eyes.

"I take it I win?" he chuckled as he moved up the bed to lie by her side her and took her into his arms.

Shivering and hugging herself, Catherine chuckled "I know I'm going to regret this, but yes, you get to choose what I wear to work tonight. Right down to the underwear," she'd never enjoyed losing a bet more.
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Catherine walked into the break room trying to keep her temper in check as yet another male did a double take. What was wrong with these guys? Hadn't they ever seen a female in a skirt?

She had to admit Gil had done a good job of picking out her outfit. It was nothing outlandish and was actually quite smart. A black skirt; not too tight fitting to interfere with gathering evidence, a burgundy silk blouse; the top two buttons undone, and her red leather jacket. Thankfully he hadn't even suggested high heels but had chosen her black leather knee high boots instead. The underwear was another matter but as he said only they knew that little secret. Black basque, stockings, the whole nine yards. She'd almost died when she'd thought he was going to choose her crotchless panties but he must have seen the pained expression on her face and relented choosing silk ones and a silk slip instead.

"Lookin' fine, Cath," Warrick said adding a soft whistle as she closed the door behind her. Nick looked around from the TV and Sara took her head out of the fridge where she'd been searching for a soda.

"So who's the lucky guy?" Nick smiled making Catherine blush. That in itself was an achievement as there wasn't much that fazed the older woman.

"I lost a bet," she told them, a hint of anger in her voice, "and that's all I'm going to say about it okay?" Wisely Sara decided to hold her piece and noticed the two men did like wise.

It was into the silence that Grissom entered, assignment sheets in hand. He saw Catherine perched uneasily on the edge of the table, glowering at everyone, including him and just smiled at her. The action didn't go completely unnoticed.

"Sara, Nick robbery at the coffee shop on Claremont Street," he said handing the slip to Nick and watching as they headed out the door arguing over who would drive.

"Warrick, you and Catherine have a possible homicide at Aphrodite's Pleasure Plaza on Fairmont."

Catherine stared at Grissom. He had to be joking? "A murder in a sex shop?" she exclaimed drawing him daggers. Warrick hid a smile, he loved watching these two go at it like an old married couple. Yet again he wondered how he was the only one who seemed to know what was going on between them. Unless of course Nick and Sara were being as discreet as he was but somehow that just didn't jive.

Nicky loved to tease and would have been making Catherine's life a misery if he even suspected that she and Grissom were having it off. That is until Catherine put him down for it...hard. He'd never have the nerve to go after the boss man himself but Catherine was a different story and the young Texan never learned.

He wasn't sure what Sara's reaction would be? He knew she had a thing for Grissom, had been jealous of the rapport Catherine had with the man, but lately she seemed to have transferred her energies to Nick and it seemed to be working from what the green-eyed man could tell. Not only that she and Cath seemed to have a much better working relationship and Grissom no longer appeared wary of pairing them together on a case alone.

"Possible murder," Grissom reiterated refusing to rise to her jibe or get a head of the evidence. Grissom never jumped to conclusions; that was when mistakes were made. "There appears to be enough blood at the scene that the paramedics are doubtful that the victim could have survived the attack, but as there is no body we don't know that for definite."

Shaking her head Catherine gathered Warrick in with a glance and left. The younger man was only too happy to comply not wanting to witness the debate that could have turned into. 'Man,' he thought privately, 'Wonder what Grissom did to piss her off?' though he doubted he'd get a straight answer if he asked either of them.
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Warrick and Catherine came back from the crime scene, evidence in hand, kidding and joking. Catherine's mood had lightened considerably as soon as they'd left Criminalistics and it had actually been quite a pleasant evening. Whatever was going on between the strawberry blonde and his boss couldn't be that bad or her mood would have festered all night. He knew what a severely pissed off Catherine Willows was like, didn't like to work with one and didn't envy the poor slob who had annoyed her either for sooner or later her quarry would pay.

Once they'd surveyed the damage done at the scene they had quickly located the murder weapon. Warrick didn't think that Catherine was the type to be easily shocked so he wondered what it was about the item that had made her blush when she'd picked it up?

They'd also found maximum blood spatter and it'd became evident why Grissom had assigned her to this case that seemed to mollify her somewhat as well. There had also been a quantity of brain matter left behind on the murder weapon and the floor, making it seem more and more likely that they had a murder on their hands but neither was prepared to say as much. They both knew what response they would get from Grissom so they kept their opinions to themselves.

Leaving Warrick to head to the trace lab, Cath took a detour to Grissom's office. She knew he wasn't working cases that night because he had been delinquent in his paperwork. He'd grumbled enough about it before they'd left for work that night. Laughing at his annoyance she had scolded him like a naughty little boy and told him he deserved the punishment of being stuck in the office tonight. The look on his face had been a picture.

"You're not going to believe what the murder weapon was on this one," she smiled at him, watching him finish the form in front of him before he looked up at her.

"Something interesting?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and fingering the nose bridge on his glasses

She had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she answered, "Not unusual for a sex shop, but it's a first for me," she could tell she had piqued his curiosity, so she turned to leave, asking casually over her shoulder, "You coming?"

Grissom watched her walk toward the door, but stopped her before she could open it. "Cath, wait a minute?" he asked her standing and beckoning her back to him, "there's something caught in your zipper, let me fix it before anyone else sees it."

She strode over to him and turned her back, she felt him move her skirt about clearly fiddling with the zipper.

"There," he said, trying to hide the smile that threatened to appear on his face even though he knew she couldn't see it from that angle. He lent over and put something into his top desk drawer, closing it very quietly, "that should do it." He assured her.

Catherine took a few steps forward, gasped and stumbled. Looking down at the floor, she exclaimed, "Gil Grissom," there was a definite hint of anger in her voice and he fleetingly thought he had gone too far, but it was much too late to stop now, "what the hell do you think you're doing?" she heard him cough to hide a chuckle. "Just what are you playing at?" Bending she stepped out of her panties and picked them up holding them where he could see them. She almost laughed at the embarrassed look and the half smile tugging at his lips. His eyes were twinkling with mischief and he seemed totally unrepentant.

"Well I could tell from your face earlier that you wouldn't wear the panties I wanted you to," he almost pouted.

Throwing the panties in his face, she turned and marched from the room indicating he should follow her. Catching them in mid air Grissom stuffed them into his pocket and walked after her.

In the layout room Warrick had various sexual paraphernalia laid out on the table and was spraying them with luminol.

"So where's this interesting murder weapon?" Grissom asked, looking at the different items and trying not to show any outward reaction, some of them were too bizarre for words.

"Here it is," Warrick said helpfully as he held it up in latex gloved hands. He was surprised to see Grissom blush and cast a quick glance at Catherine, who smothered a smile and ducked her head.

Gil couldn't believe what he was looking at. It was an advertising replica of the self same vibrator Cath had used to push him over the edge earlier that evening, though he had never seen one precisely that size before. 'Blue Sue' yes, that was what Cath had called it. She had commented on the fact that it was small, slim, didn't make a lot of noise but was very effective, as he now knew only too well. The one in front of him, however, was at least four times the size of the one in Catherine's bedroom.

He strode up behind Catherine, laying his hand lightly on the small of her back. Knowing Warrick couldn't see from the other side of the table, he ran the tips of his fingers up her spine to her neck then back down and along the crease of her butt. He felt her tense to stifle a shiver and she glared at him over her shoulder. If she thought that would stop him she was wrong. He smiled at her and ran his hand around the curve of her ass and this time she did shiver.

"There were some long narrow strips of silk material still tied to one of the stacks of shelving," Warrick told them, interrupting their staring match and pretending he didn't know what was going on.

Grissom cleared his throat and looked at the green-eyed man, "Well silk is a very strong versatile material," he said trying not to smile as Catherine audibly swallowed. "If you use it to bind someone it won't abrade the skin, so the chances of epithelials or DNA are remote."

He looked at Catherine in surprise, did she really think he'd say something in front of Warrick? Or had she and Warrick experimented like this during their brief relationship? The question must have been written on his face because she gave the briefest almost imperceptible shake of her head and Gil released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding onto.

He hadn't realised before that her previous attachment to the younger CSI bothered him. They had both agreed that whatever had happened before they got together wasn't relevant to their relationship. He began to wonder if he was being naive?

He nodded to Catherine, a smile tugging at his lips as he caressed her butt once more and was about to leave when pagers beeped. The three of them checked automatically. It was Warrick's and Catherine's.

"Brass," Catherine said, "they've found a body in the desert. He matches the description of the missing shop owner and the paramedics say his wounds are consistent with what we hypothesised the victim would be suffering from."

Watching Catherine and Warrick head out to meet the homicide detective, Grissom felt slightly guilty. When he'd cut the elastic in Cath's panties he'd expected her to be here for the rest of the night not traipsing around the desert.
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Coming back in the Tahoe, Catherine tried not to fidget, but it was rather difficult not to. She'd worn crotchless panties before, though never to work, but going without any underwear at all was even more exhilarating and she wasn't too sure why? One thing she did know was that when she got her hands on Gil Grissom one of two things would transpire. When she had finished with him he would either sleep for a week or be incapable of walking, and she didn't intend to give him a choice.

In the lay out room she and Warrick concentrated on mapping out the crime scene using the pictures Catherine had taken.

Warrick stood looking at them as they adorned the far away wall, while Cath pushed a stool under the table out of her way, leaning against the table she occasionally referred to the pictures as she mapped the blood trail and evidence markers on a plan of the scene.

Gil came in and stood quietly behind Catherine, listening to Warrick evaluating what they had found. Without saying a word, the blue-eyed man slipped his leg between Catherine's slightly parted pair. Raising his foot onto the bar, his knee came in contact with her naked centre and she had to swallow a gasp.

'What the hell was he up to now?' she wondered, almost afraid to move. Her breath caught in her throat as he began to rock his foot back and forward causing his knee to rub her in the most delicious way. 'Oh God!' her mind screamed, realising this was pay back for the time at the conference. But surely he would stop short of embarrassing her?

She almost jumped and nearly cried out when he started trailing his fingertips all over her butt. The tingling sensation began in the pit of her stomach and quickly spread south, spiralling out over her body. She couldn't believe what he was doing, and right in front of Warrick too.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to build and wash over her in waves. Gil smiled as he watched her muscles bunch and writhe under her skirt and blouse while her hand almost snapped the pen she was holding in two.

Warrick stood on the other side of the table staring at the wall a smile threatening to break his face in two. He tried to keep the laughter out of his voice at the play he was witnessing. These two were getting worse! Who would have thought Grissom would have the nerve to pull of something like this in public? He only hoped it would be worth the revenge Catherine was sure to instigate. He tried to give no outward sign that he was aware of what was happening, Catherine would be furious and Grissom mortified if they thought he had caught on to their little show.

Having achieved his goal, Gil decided to beat a hasty retreat to his office and his paperwork, maybe Catherine would get too caught up in the case to come after him this shift and he could expect her wrath at home instead. As he walked along the corridor he passed Nick, who did a double take and then stopped. Turning to his boss he pointed at the right leg of the older man's pants and asked.

"Had an accident, boss?" he knew exactly what had caused the stain but couldn't think how it could have happened.

Grissom glanced down and only just managed to suppress a groan of dismay, "Damn coffee mug's been leaking all day." He muttered in response, knowing full well the young Texan wouldn't believe that for a minute. "I'd better go clean it off before anyone gets any rash ideas." And he changed direction and headed to the locker room.

Once his boss was out of hearing distance Nick chortled quietly to himself, "Yeah coffee my ass, Grissom," and walked away wondering who the lucky lady had been.

An hour later the door to Grissom's office flew open and crashed against the wall. He looked up to see Catherine grab at the handle and slam it shut again.

'Oh shit!' he thought, his nervousness causing his stomach to churn. He was in for it now, so much for getting away clean?

"What was that little scene in the lay out room?" she growled her eyes flashing as she strode behind his desk, pulling the chair back and around to face her. Before he could answer she had straddled him and was undoing the top buttons of his shirt.

"Do you realise how embarrassing that was?" she demanded, making short work of his shirt and devouring one of his nipples.

He shuddered and tried to suppress a moan. He could feel her heat right through his pants and shorts and that was just what she meant him to feel. She wasn't playing fair. 'There goes another stain,' he thought to himself and wondered if the pants would actually be worth saving?

After giving his other nipple the same intense treatment she suddenly stood up pulling him with her. A look of puzzlement crossed his face.

"You're sitting on your shirt and it's in my way," she explained. Even if she hadn't fogged his brain with her tactics he would probably have fallen for what seemed her reasonable demand and at first she did seem to be just pulling his shirt out of his pants, but a quick manoeuvre had his pants and short half way down his thighs before she pushed him back into his seat.

"Ca..." his protest was cut off mid word as she rubbed her warm moist centre along the length of his shaft. She smiled at the gasp and strangled groan that stuck somewhere in the middle of his throat. God she was killing him... but what a wonderful way to die.

Then a cold breeze of rationality blew through his mind. "You never locked the door," he said in a strained, panicked whisper. If anyone came in she would be fine, all she'd have to do was stand up and rearrange her skirt. The same could not be said for him and looking up into Catherine's face he knew it was no accident. But within the next few breaths his rational thoughts were completely destroyed by her movements.

Catherine smiled as she watched the panicked, painful expression on her lover's face change to one of desire and arousal. She knew how deeply she affected him and cherished the fact. She'd been in secure at first wondering if just anyone touching his ass would bring out that look on his face and sigh in his voice.

Out of sheer devilment she'd dared Sara to accidentally on purpose caress her boss' ass. It had taken some doing but eventually the brunette had done it. His reaction had instantly reassured her. He'd been shocked, horrified and panicked all at once. Even after they had both assured him that it was a complete accident he'd still seemed deeply unsettled to Catherine though the rest of them didn't seem to notice any difference in Grissom's demeanour.

A groan from the man beneath her made Catherine chuckle, she could feel him rising to readiness and stood up to position herself just right. They sighed in unison as his length sank completely into her moist centre, meeting each other thrust for thrust racing toward their mutual climax.

As Catherine tipped over the edge she heard voices outside the door and Gil stilled beneath her, giving into her bodies needs she leant forward running her tongue over and around his nipple before pulling it into her mouth and suckling. Gil gave into the added pleasure she created, bucking his hips, as she climaxed she bit down hard on his nipple to keep from crying out. It was all it took to force Grissom over the precipice.

"Oh my good God," he said as he did and that set both of them chuckling quietly neither knowing where the phrase had come from or the need to say it.

Outside the office Warrick frowned at the retreating form of Greg Saunders. That had been a very close call and he was glad he'd followed his instincts and trailed Cath to Grissom's office.

From the look on her face after they'd alerted Brass that they had sufficient evidence to nail their suspect, he'd had a pretty good idea what she had planned and the noises coming from behind the closed door had proven him correct.

He'd had to swallow a chuckle at Grissom's murmured 'Oh my good God,' and from the sighing and rustling of clothes he took it that a sense of normality was returning to the supervisor's office, so he started to walk away. Shift was over and it would be nice to get out of here on time for a change.

A sense of devilment possessed him and he said through the closed door, "Night, boss."

Grissom and Catherine became like statues at the sound of the younger man's voice.

"Night, Warrick," Grissom replied, trying his best to sound normal and hoping the green-eyed man didn't know what had just taken place in here.

Their hope vanished when the African American said in a quieter voice, "Night, Catherine," and they heard a muffled snigger.

"Night," she replied seeing no reason not to.

Catherine and Grissom stood looking at one another for what felt like hours but was only a minute or two.

"What do we do now?" Gil asked her. They both knew he was talking about Warrick and the information he had.

"You'll just have to go see what it'll take to keep him quiet." Catherine said. It wasn't that either of them thought Warrick the type to spread this around Criminalistics but accidents happened and the more one tried to keep this type of secret the easier it was to slip up.

"Me!" Grissom exclaimed, "he's your ex wouldn't you rather talk to him?"

She just smiled shaking her head; men could be just little boys when faced with confrontations over sex. "Oh no," she assured him, "this is something that should be discussed mano mano," and with that she sashayed out the door.

Grissom sat back in his chair trying to figure out what the hell to do next.