"BOMBS AWAY!!!"

Greg Sanders dive-bombed into the pool, splashing water on those all around him.

"GREG!" Sara cried, spluttering out water. "Grow up!"

"Loosen up," Greg winked at her, then yelped and doggy paddled behind Warrick as Sara shot him a glare.

Catherine Willows lounged in her recently acquired hammock. Her lips curved in a smirk at the playful goings on in the pool.

Attired in a burgundy bikini that had small crystals scattered on the fabric, and her strawberry blonde curls just caressing her shoulders, she felt she looked pretty good for her age.

The team had decided to have a barbecue, celebrating being a team again. Because Catherine appeared to be the only one with a pool, her house had been elected the venue.

Of course, she had given the proviso that since she was providing the venue, everyone else could provide the food.

And somehow she was sure she could con the guys into cleaning up.

"Sara, stop drowning Greg. We need him for all the jobs we don't want to do," Nick called, coming out of Catherine's house with a drink. He paused, his eyes scanning over Catherine.

"Looking good, Cath."

"I try, Nicky."

She watched with barely contained amusement as Gil Grissom emerged from the house. His eyes were burning a hole into the back of Nick's head, just daring Nick to make one wrong move.

Catherine felt something flutter in the pit of her stomach.

"Nick," Gil said in a very quiet and controlled voice.

"Hey Gris, I was just." Nick paused when he saw the look on Gil's face. He turned to look at Catherine, who shrugged angelically and then turned back to Gil. "Ookay then. I'm gonna go save Greg."

Gil watched him with his eyes and then walked over to Catherine, handing her a drink. "One for the lady."

Catherine smiled. "Thanks Gil. Wanna join me?"

Gil glanced doubtfully at the hammock. "Will it hold two people?"

"Are you afraid of hammocks?"

"No," Gil said defensively. "I just don't want to fall out."

"Are you going to leave me up here by myself?"

"You could ask Nick to join you. I'm sure he'd jump at the chance."

Catherine narrowed her eyes at the tone. "I don't want Nick, I want you."

Gil looked at her for a moment, before glancing at the hammock suspiciously. "It is safe?"

"Gil! Get on!" She paused. "I mean in."

Gil quirked an eyebrow and tried to stop the smirk that threatened to break. With a sigh, he held onto the hammock with one hand to stop it swaying, and the post of the deck with the other.

Catherine felt the dip beside her as Gil sat in the hammock. She could feel his body heat, smell his distinctly Grissom smell and feel the tiny droplets of water fall from his iced glass.

"Happy?" he asked her, turning to look at her.

"Extremely," she purred, a small smile on her face.

Gil's eyes stayed on hers for a moment, as if searching for something. Catherine broke the contact to reach for her drink, feeling something rise inside her.

"Cath. It's moving. Wait.I'm moving."

Catherine's attention was back to Gil and she watched with amusement as he slid down the side of the hammock and landed in the middle next to her. His thigh was now flush against hers and she suddenly felt the urge to dump a bucket of ice over her head.

Very odd.

"Was that fun?" she finally managed to ask.

"These things could be very dangerous."

"They can also be very good." Catherine stretched out a little. "Aren't you feeling relaxed?"

Gil tried not to think about her naked as she brushed against him. "Um.sure."

"You don't seem very relaxed." Catherine experimented, letting her fingers brush over his thigh.

"I'm relaxed!" Gil snapped back.

Catherine smirked and was about to try something else when something wet and hard bashed Gil in the back of the head.

"What the hell was that?" Catherine cried, trying to help Gil. "Are you okay?"

Gil had turned around to look at the four in the pool. Sara, Nick and Warrick stood, their mouths slightly agape. Greg was just behind Warrick, pointing at Nick.

"Um...sir?" Greg murmured. "Could we please have our ball back?"

Gil was about to get up, but Catherine rested a hand on his leg. "Don't." She turned to them. "We learn through our mistakes, Greg. If you want the ball, you can come and get it. And if you can't be careful, the ball stays out of the water."

The four grumbled and argued over who was going to get the ball. Eventually, in an almost unanimous decision, Nick and Warrick dumped Greg out of the pool.

"Go fetch," Sara told him.

Greg got up, brushing the grass off his swimming trunks and wandered over to where Gil and Cath were sitting.

He picked up the ball, smiled sweetly and then ran back to the pool, hopping back in.

"That was highly entertaining," Gil smiled. "Thank you for telling me not to get the ball."

"I have to confess it was mainly so that you wouldn't leave the hammock," Catherine said. "I'm comfortable."

"Me too," Gil admitted, gulping.

Catherine looked at him from under hooded lashes. "Do I make you nervous, Gil?"

"Of course not," he assured her.

"You're lying through your teeth."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Catherine rested a hand on his thigh. "So if I did this, you wouldn't be nervous?"

"No." The answer came out with a squeak.

She arched an eyebrow. "Gee, that was convincing."

"Keep your hands to yourself."

"Meanie."

"Have you been drinking too much alcohol?"

Catherine folded her arms, pouted and turned away from him. "I'm not talking to you anymore."

The pout did it for Gil. "Catherine.I'm sorry. I just.it feels funny when you do that."

"Funny?"

Gil winced at her tone. "That came out wrong."

"No kidding."

He took a deep breath and placed his hand on her thigh. "Doesn't it feel funny when I touch you like that?"

She looked up at him. "It feels tingly."

He looked confused. "Is that good?"

"Do I look like I'm complaining?"

"ARE YOU TWO ABOUT TO HAVE SEX?" came Greg's call. "I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE HAVE SEX ON A HAMMOCK BEFORE!!!"

Catherine went bright red and Gil almost fell off the hammock in shock. When they turned to look at the kids in the pool, Greg's arms were flailing from underneath as Nick held his head down.

"What?" Warrick asked, smiling politely.

"Your neighbours sure are adventurous here, aren't they?" Sara said, also trying to look innocent.

"Don't drown him," Catherine remarked dryly. "I don't want a dead body in my pool."

"But feel free to murder him elsewhere," Gil added.

"Hey! That's cruel!" Greg cried, finally getting air.

"Did you hear something?" Gil asked.

"Nope," Nick smiled.

"Another drink?" Catherine asked Gil.

"Let one of the kids get it," Gil murmured. "I'm comfortable."

--

Catherine lay back in the hammock, her feet resting in Gil's lap. He massaged them gently, smirking every time Catherine let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The rest of the team watched in surprise.

"Is Gil giving her a foot massage?" Greg asked. "The only thing he did with my feet was infect them with mildew!"

"He never touched my feet," Sara grumbled.

"Thanks for that image," Nick said, screwing up his nose.

Back at the hammock, Catherine closed her eyes.

"Are you going to sleep, now?" Gil asked.

"No. But it feels so good."

Gil blinked. "What does?"

"What you're doing to me."

"It's a foot massage."

"It's heaven."

"You're easy to please."

Catherine's eyes locked onto his. "In some areas."

"I bet I could please you," Gil said stubbornly.

Catherine arched an eyebrow, surprised at his admission. She softened slightly and smiled. "I have no doubt."

Gil colored slightly, before going back to the task at hand.

"Uh.sir?"

Catherine's eyes opened slightly and Gil also looked around, to see Greg standing in front of them.

"Please don't hurt me."

"What is it, Greg?" Catherine murmured.

"Well.just to be fair, this was a last minute thing."

"Get on with it, Greg." Gil wanted to continue his time with Catherine. Alone.

"Nickgotticketstothisgameandwe'regoing."

Catherine blinked. "I have no idea what you just said."

"I know Nick's name was in there. And the word going."

"You're going?" Catherine asked, sitting up so quickly she almost made Gil fall out of the hammock.

Gil glared at her, and she smiled apologetically at him.

"Nick got us tickets to this game. We didn't know you were going to throw this bash." Greg smiled. "Please don't hurt me. I'm useful."

"He's got a point there," Gil said. "He is useful."

"For fetching balls," Nick said, coming up behind Greg and ruffling the younger man's hair. He flashed his winning smile at Catherine. "You won't hate us too much if we go to the game?"

Catherine lay back in the hammock, looking at Gil. "Rub," she commanded him.

Gil rolled his eyes and continued his work.

"You can't take him," she said, pointing to Gil.

"He wasn't invited," Greg piped up, receiving a clip on the ear from Warrick. "Hey!"

"Mind your manners or you'll be uninvited too," Warrick reminded him.

"I'm not sitting next to him," Sara remarked, coming up behind the trio. "He waves his arms around too much. Almost knocked me out last time."

Greg stuck his tongue out at her and Warrick clipped him on the ear again.

"We'll try to survive without you," Gil said dryly.

Nick smirked. "I'm sure you both will."

After saying their goodbyes, Nick, Sara, Warrick and Greg left the couple alone.

"So," Gil murmured. "As the saying goes, alone at last."

Catherine's gaze shifted onto his. "Yes we are."

Gil got up. "So, you want a drink?"

With the force and sudden movement of Gil getting out of the hammock, the contraption swung back, lurching Catherine onto her ass on the ground.

"Gil! What the hell?"

Gil's eyes widened and he immediately bent down, scooping her up. "Catherine.god.I'm sorry.are you okay?"

Holding the hammock still, Gil gently lowered her into it. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," she reassured him. "My ass is a little sore but."

Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched his hands move. Slowly, slowly.

Gil tugged his hand back, realizing he had been about to touch her tush, to massage it, try and make it feel better. He colored.

"I'm not going to stop you," came the whisper.

Their eyes locked.

"This is dangerous, Catherine."

"It's a hammock, Gil. It's not going to bite you."

"I'm not talking about the hammock."

"Okay. Well, I'm not going to bite you either. Unless you ask."

"I'm serious, Catherine."

"Well so am I. Hammocks don't bite."

"Catherine."

Catherine moved so that she sat sideways in the hammock, her legs dangling over the side. "I'm not tipsy. The only alcohol I had was the drink you gave me. I haven't got heatstroke or temporary insanity." Her hands rested on the hammock beside her body. "I want you to kiss me. Now."

Gil bent down, his lips gently brushing against hers. "Cath."

"Mhm?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear.

A hand rested on his chest. "You better be damn sure this is what you want, Gil. Because I won't have a one-night stand with you."

"I'm sure," Gil replied, his lips pressing to hers again.

Catherine moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Gil gently caressed her lower lip with his tongue, before sliding it inside her mouth and stroking hers.

The kiss deepened and a surprised gasp left Catherine's mouth as his fingers trailed down her body. One hand was on her hip, holding her and the hammock steady, whilst the other traveled to the back of her bikini top.

With a few deft moves of his wrist, the top was undone and he tossed it away from them.

Catherine's hands slid up his chest, caressing and touching the bare skin.

One of Gil's hands went to her left breast, cupping it in his hand as he trailed kisses down her neck.

"Gil."

One hand still caressing her breast, the other tilted her head up to look at him. "I love you, Catherine."

She looked up at him, her smile soft. "I know. I love you too."

They kissed gently and Gil's lips trailed down her body, stopping at her breasts to kiss and suckle.

Catherine's hands went to the back of his head, caressing the curls and feeling a tightness in her belly.

His lips traveled further, butterfly-kissing her stomach before he stopped and hooked his fingers in the elastic of the bikini bottoms.

Their eyes locked and Gil slowly started to slide the bottoms off, smiling as she helped him by lifting her hips.

She now sat on the hammock, completely naked and aroused in front of him. Gil looked his fill, starting at her eyes that had darkened to a stormy blue, before traveling downwards: past her kiss-swollen lips; past the redness of her neck where she was sure there was going to be his mark; over her breasts with nipples taut from his attention; past her stomach, over the small patch of strawberry blonde hair; past her long dancer's legs, down to her toes, with nails painted bright red.

Planting her feet on the ground, Catherine's hands went to Gil's hips, slowly pulling down his trunks. She sat back on the hammock, letting it swing a little as she surveyed him.

His eyes were watching her heatedly, and she smiled as she trailed down his body. Over his bare chest, with a few red marks from her kisses and nips; over his erection, hot, hard, and big enough that Catherine knew she was going to be filled like never before; and down to his feet, shifting nervously on the ground as he let her look.

"Enough looking," he growled, his hands resting on the hammock to stop it from swinging.

"More doing?" Catherine asked, arching an eyebrow and grinning cheekily.

He smirked at her, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.

When the kiss broke, they looked at each other, and Catherine wound her legs around his waist. Gil put a hand on her hip and slowly guided himself inside her.

Catherine's head fell back and she whimpered, her fingers digging against his hips.

Gil closed his eyes for a moment, trying to let himself adjust to the feeling of being inside her warmth. "Cath."

"Don't stop. Please.don't stop." Catherine was biting her lip as the waves of pleasure started to pulse.

"Couldn't," Gil whispered, kissing her deeply.

When the kiss broke, he thrust again, looking thoughtful as the hammock moved a bit.

Standing still, he held her tight against him, before gently pushing the hammock a tiny bit. Catherine gasped, then moaned as the hammock did Gil's work for him, moving her up and then back down his erection.

"Oh God." came her whisper.

"Look at me, Catherine."

Her eyes rose to meet his, and he shifted the hammock again.

Catherine let out another whimper of pleasure; the feeling of swinging back and forth on him unspeakably erotic.

Gil bent down, kissing her again as he thrust inside her. Catherine's fingers dug deeper into his hips and she arched back, moaning his name as her orgasm raced through her.

Gil held the hammock still as she shuddered, his free hand gently caressing her back.

When her body had stilled, she looked up at him, her chest heaving as she took deep breaths. "Gil."

He kissed her again, sliding his tongue inside her mouth to caress hers. He gently thrust in and out, mimicking the action he would be taking again soon with his hips.

Catherine clung to him, her body still feeling incredibly aroused. She kissed him back hungrily, her lips bruising against his.

"More," she whispered as the kiss broke. "God, I want more."

Gil groaned, kissing her again as he pushed deep inside her.

Catherine arched towards him, and Gil set the hammock swinging slightly again.

"Faster." she whispered, her head falling back.

He pushed the hammock a bit more and growled his satisfaction as he moved harder and faster against her body.

The movement of the hammock made his strokes deeper and her muscles clenched tightly around him on every thrust. Gil felt himself approaching the edge and he changed the angle of his thrusts.

She whimpered as the new angle meant that he brushed her clit every time the hammock moved them, and her hands fell to her sides, clutching the material of the hammock in her fists.

"Cath.I."

"Me too," she murmured, biting her lip. "Don't stop."

He groaned, moving both the hammock and his body.

"Look at me," Catherine ordered.

Gil looked down at her, and felt himself swell inside her. Letting out a hoarse cry of her name, he exploded, arching his back as he spilled inside her.

Catherine cried out his name, her body quivering as his warmth triggered her second orgasm.

She let him collapse in her arms and she lay back on the hammock. They said nothing for a few moments, just holding each other and letting the hammock sway gently.

"I'm really glad I have a high fence," Catherine whispered, caressing his back.

Gil chuckled. "Me too."

They moved slightly so they both lay on the hammock, bodies entwined and tangled.

Catherine rested her head against his chest, pressing a soft kiss against his skin. "Love you, Gil."

Gil smiled, closing his eyes and letting the hammock sway them to and fro. "Love you too Cath. Oh, by the way."

"Hmm?"

"I've decided I like hammocks."

FINIS