Gil held Catherine in his arms, as they lay down in her bed after what seemed like an eternity of passion. He kissed the top of her head. That was... he couldnt even think of a word to describe it. You know.
She sighed, bringing her hand up to stroke his chest lightly. He shivered under the touch. The reactions she provoked in him were incredible. He couldnt even think straight around her sometimes. Yeah, I do.
Does Lindsay mind that Im here?
Catherine shook her head. Nah, shes pretty fond of you.
Good, he responded. I am, too.
She looked up at him, a smile twitching at her lips. Youre fond of you, too, or fond of her, too?
He rolled them both over, a grin on his face. Youre silly. Fond of her. She smiled. He thought he saw tears, but he wasnt sure; the moisture disappeared before he could determine it existed. He wondered why Catherine would let Lindsay see them together, being affectionate in front of her, if the feelings werent mutual; however strong the desire to find out exactly how she felt about him, he didnt want to rush or ruin things between them. Very fond of you, too.
She lifted her head and kissed him. Good, seeing how weve been sleeping together for quite some time now. Id hate to think you loathe me.
He didnt reply with words; he bent his head and stole another kiss. This one lasted much longer than the first. He propped himself over her with one arm, and used the other to stroke his hand up and down her ribcage.
Gil... she whispered. We cant do this again.
As if on cue, his phone rang. She sighed and rolled out from under him. Thats why.
He cursed softly, and reached to the bedside table to answer it. Grissom. Jim Brass was on the line. There was an explosion in a building downtown. One dead man. Okay... call Sara and Warrick. Ill get Catherine. After saying good-bye to him, he hung up his phone, and looked at his lover. Brass. There was a bomb.
She nodded. Takes one explosion to kill another, she smiled sadly, kissing his cheek before getting up and walking across the room to her bathroom. He watched her nude form moving in front of him, and smiled. He certainly was a lucky man.
Hey, Cath? He called out.
Think I have time for a quick shower?
Probably not, why?
Id really like a cold splash of water.
Smell the sulfur? Gil asked Catherine and Brass as they examined the dead security guard. Catherine nodded. Gil pulled his knife out and scraped a dark powder off of the body. Got your lighter, Jim?
After he fished it out, Gil held the knife up. Light this.
It light up and caught on fire, all with a small whoosh. Catherine spoke next: Gunpowder. Well, we know the propellant.
He nodded. So, would you care to make a preliminary call on this?
She smiled. Id love to. Seat of the bomb, she said while they got up. Is here. She pointed at the distinct markings on the floor. Victim was thrown three metres. His clothes are torn, but not burnt, indicating a low velocity propellant. 67,000 feet per second. Gil fought the urge to smile. She could be so sexy when mapping out a crime scene. He loved watching her at work sometimes. Who, why, will he do it again? She shrugged. Time will tell.
Gil looked up when he saw Catherine enter the room, carrying an envelope. Whats that?
Pictures of Nicks... She trailed off. Christie. The dead prostitute.
He squinted, not understanding how she got her hands on the pictures. Why do you have those? Its Days case.
She smiled proudly. I convinced Ecklie and the Sheriff to give me 12 hours to clear Nick. Gil nodded, not smiling or frowning. He believed his CSI didnt do it; Nick didnt have an evil bone in his body, as far as he could tell. However, if there was no evidence that proved otherwise, Nick wouldnt have a chance. You know he didnt do it.
I do, he nodded. But, evidence isnt subjective, Catherine. It tells you what it tells you.
She shut the door, and turned back to face him. I know. But, he didnt do this. There has to be something thatll tell me he didnt do it. She sat down in his lap when he pulled back from his desk. Hows your case going?
A couple leads. Nothing much. We have a man for questioning.
Think he did it?
He seems benign, but so did Milander.
She put a finger in the middle of his forehead. When he asked what she was doing, she giggled. When you fret, your forehead scrunches. Worry lines. She replaced her finger with his lips. Take a breath, Gil.
He obeyed, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly. Thanks. Where are you off to now?
I have to stop in and see that sperm sample Greg has frozen.
Gil nodded. Think itll give you anything?
She shrugged. Dont know. Nick claims its his. So, probably not. But, I just want to familiarize myself with the evidence before I go over and check the house out for weapons.
Will I see you later?
She kissed his lips. His hands traced light patterns on her thigh, while he lost himself in the moment. Of course youll see me later. Eddie has Lindsay tonight, remember?
Your place or mine?
Whichevers closer, she grinned. He laughed, and glanced at the clock. Catherine sighed. Yeah, I should get going. She kissed him once more, and then got up slowly. Ill see you later, Gil.
He immersed himself in paper work until an interruption ten minutes later. Warrick had something for him in the evidence room. He sighed, took his glasses off, and got up.
On his way past the DNA lab, he met Catherine on his way out. Nice to see you again, he grinned. Howd it go?
They rounded the corner. The sperm found in the condom was frozen at 10:15 AM. Its all heads. No tails.
Im not quite up to speed on the particulars
She cut him off. Takes about seven hours for bacteria to eat away at the tails, placing the time of ejaculation at 2:00 AM. but, Christies time of death was 6:00 AM.
He understood everything she was saying, but it wasnt entirely credible. A court wouldnt see the link, and how that prevented Nick from being her killer. Which suggests a lag between ejaculation and Christies murder, but it doesnt disprove Nicks presence at the time of the homicide.
Catherines eyes met his. You could be a little more supportive.
He smiled at her and was about to say something; however, Sara prevented him from talking, by calling out to him. The lovers parted ways and went about their separate business.
Catherine knocked on Gils door after she came back with Nick, her system revved up because she solved the case. He was sitting on his couch, a facecloth over his eyes.
Its me, she spoke softly. Can I come in?
She crossed the room, and kneeled down in front of him. Whats wrong?
Dominic died today. He answered without pulling the cloth off of his face. He took the bomb out of the locker, carried it outside the building. Triggered it. It exploded. He exploded in front of me.
She took his hand in hers and kissed the palm softly. Im so sorry. That mustve been awful.
He nodded. Sums it up.
Well, do you want me to drive you home? The shifts almost over, and I can do my paperwork tomorrow.
He shook his head. I think Im gonna lie here for a while and then head home and go to bed.
She felt the distinct feeling of rejection. Her stomach muscles were clenched and she found breathing difficult to maintain. You dont want company then?
He shook his head. People around me get killed.
A little over the top, dont you think? She asked. Ive been around you for what? 15 years? I havent gotten killed yet.
A matter of time, he murmured, rolling over on his side, pulling his hand out of hers, his back shutting her out. Go home to your daughter.
Catherine wanted to hit him. It might release the tension she was feeling. Instead, she got up and shut and locked the door. He wasnt going anywhere until they had a fight. She assumed he wouldnt want to do it with the door open, in case the team was lingering around.
The instant the door clicked shut, Gil turned over. She hadnt moved, so she assumed he thought she was gone and it was safe. When he pulled the cloth off of his face and saw her, she smiled, but her voice sounded angry. You cant push away the best friend you have, Gil. Be mean, she taunted. I like it.
Look, Cath, he tried while sitting up. This isnt the time or the place. I just want to be left alone.
So you can sit in the dark and mope? She shook her head. I dont think so. You cant let the guilt eat you up!
He met her eyes. She saw how hurt he was, but she knew hed thank her later for kicking his ass. Its not eating me up.
Riiiight. She rolled her eyes. Liar.
He stood up and walked to her. Cath, please, go. I cant... I want to brood for a while.
Not going to let you, she shook her head again. Knowing you, youll get yourself into some kind of trouble.
Thats not your call to make!
She shrugged. I dont care. Im making it.
He grabbed her. She didnt wince, but his grip was tighter than usual. When he didnt say anything, she acted, knowing hed thank her later; she slid up onto the balls of her feet and kissed him passionately, her right leg lifting and resting on his hip so her lower leg could pull him in.
Hate me all you want for this, Gil, she replied when he pushed her away. But, you cant just hang on to this.
Catherine, just leave. When she shook her head, he continued. Im not safe to be around right now. All I want to do is lose myself in you, and thats not fair to you?
Her eyes narrowed. Why isnt it? I lose myself in you all the time. You used to do it. Why not now?
Fine, he responded, before bruising her lips with his. She was surprised with his intensity, never seeing passion like this flare up in him. She felt his hands on her shirt, gasping when he ripped it open, sending a shower of buttons to rain on the floor.
They kissed for only a few more minutes. He removed her pants, and shoved her underwear aside, after he had opened up his own trousers. She lifted when he asked her to, and he thrust into her, pinning her to the wall next to the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned, gripping his hair with her hands.
When he sought release, he did so without waiting for her. She worked with him as he lowered them to the floor.
Their coupling had been short, and she missed having an orgasm, but she knew he needed it.
Minutes of silence passed before he said anything. I didnt mean to do that.
Who knew you were such an animal, she joked, her smile appearing again.
He looked at her. She watched his eyes survey the damage. He brought a hand up and lifted her shirt and jacket back to see her shoulders and arms. She knew hed see the beginnings of bruises. His face paled. Oh, God, Cath... he looked miserable. Im so sorry.
Theyre only bruises, Gil, she tried to soothe him.
I ruined your shirt.
She shrugged. I wasnt that crazy about it anyway. You can buy me a new one.
I hurt you, he frowned, his eyes filling up with tears.
Catherines voice was soft and gentle. She knew him well enough to know she wouldnt get hurt purposely. He wasnt the abusive type. Bruises, Gil. Theyll heal. She managed an easy smile. Look, so you exploded. So what? Ive seen worse. Ive dealt with worse. You were upset, and I was provoking you. You needed to vent somehow. You didnt hit me or kick me in a violent way, you just got a little overzealous with the sex. Normal.
She put a hand on his arm. If you give me an orgasm right now, Ill forget about the shirt, the bruises, how mopey you can get... the whole thing.
I might have to find you a shirt, too, his mood lightened. I dont think the office is a suitable place for you to walk around topless.
They wouldnt complain though, she winked, as he slid her down so she lay on her back.
But, I might get jealous... He grinned back at her before giving her a kiss.