With a sigh, Gil Grissom walked into his office. It had been a long day. The door closed behind him and he turned around with a start, to see a smirking Catherine Willows leaning up against it.

"Hello to you too," Gil said, sitting calmly behind his desk.

"Sara and I wrapped up the case."

"Who killed Doodles?"

"The husband. The wife. They were both in on it." Catherine grinned. "Don't think I don't know why you gave me that case."

Gil arched an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Catherine sauntered over to him a broad smile on her face. "Don't play coy with me, Gil Grissom. I remember Lindsey's fourth birthday party as well as you."

Gil frowned. "Cath."

"Gil, it's nothing to be ashamed of. So you don't like clowns."

"This clown was slightly peculiar. And inebriated."

"Okay, I have to admit that was a slight problem."

Gil smirked. "A slight problem? He tried to create a balloon poodle out of a condom."

"Well, you have to give him points for creativity."

"I'm sure it was very creative. I just remember all the kids asking what that funny rubber thing that the clown was using."

"Is that before or after you hid in the kitchen from the clown?"

"I wasn't hiding from the clown. I was hiding from that peculiar four year old who kept following me around."

Catherine glared at him and folded her arms. "Lindsey?"

"Of course not," Gil said, rolling his eyes. "That other one. The little boy that kept picking his nose and putting the contents on everyone else."

Catherine wrinkled her nose. "Ah yeah, I remember him."

"So see, I'm not afraid of clowns."

"You keep telling yourself that," Catherine grinned.

"Anything else about the case?"

"The explanation she gave me.it was quite interesting."

"Do tell."

"If you found something that got you off, wouldn't you keep it?"

Gil peered at her over the top of his glasses. "I did."

Catherine arched an eyebrow. "Something you want to share?"

Gil grinned at her. "I keep you around, don't I?"

Catherine approached the desk, her palms flat down on it as she looked him in the eye. "'Keep' me around?"

"I probably could have worded that better, couldn't I?"

Catherine nodded. "Yeah, I think you could have."

Gil took his glasses off, placing them calmly by his hands. "How can I make it up to you?"

Catherine traced a finger down the middle of his shirt. "Hmm.I bet we could find a way."

"I'd be glad to help out in any way I can," he smiled.

"I locked the door."

"I'm glad to hear it. We wouldn't want any unexpected visitors while I'm making it up to you."

Gil stood up and took her hand, bringing her around to his side of the desk. Gil pushed his things away, sitting her up on the desk in front of him. He leaned up and kissed her gently.

"How am I doing so far?"

"You're heading in the right direction," Catherine grinned.

"Glad to hear it." He stood up, pushing his chair out of the way and walked into her embrace.

Their lips met, mouths opening in the eternal quest to melt into one another. Gil's hands swiftly began to undo the buttons on her shirt, his hands stroking each part of skin he uncovered.

Catherine let her head fall back when his mouth began pressing hot kisses to her neck and shoulders, as he pushed the offending material away.

"Gil." she murmured, as his lips trailed a fiery path down to her breasts.

"Shh," he replied, kissing her gently. "No screaming today, Cath."

"Sometimes can't help it," she answered, her head resting on his shoulder. Her lips pressed kisses to his shoulder and she muffled her moans as he kissed and sucked her breasts.

He returned to her lips and they kissed deeply, her tongue snaking into his mouth to explore. Her hands slipped up under his shirt, stroking the skin before coming back out to undo the buttons and slip it off.

Gil went back to her breasts, caressing and kissing each one tenderly. His tongue licked its way down her stomach and she closed her eyes, feeling the muscles twitch with the stimulation.

"Want you," she managed to get out, groaning as his fingers dipped beneath her jeans. Her fingers went to his belt, frantically undoing the clasp and unzipping his pants.

Gil bucked against her when he felt her warm fingers close around his erection. "Cath." he warned.

"I'll stop teasing if you do," she murmured.

Gil's hands unzipped her jeans, pulling them and her panties off in a swift movement. "How's that?"

"Not too..ooh.shabby." Catherine moaned as Gil's head disappeared between her legs. "That's.don't stop.teasing."

"No it's not," Gil murmured. His head popped up for a moment, noticing her eyes were shut tight and he grinned, disappearing again.

"Gil." She bit her lip, feeling her body start to fall over the edge.

He held her hips steady as she came, her body shuddering with release. He heard the strangled groan she made, her desperate attempt not to alert anyone else outside the room to their "activities".

She slumped against him, her head resting against his shoulder as she took deep breaths.

Gil tilted her head back and pressed a warm kiss to her lips. "Hi."

Catherine deepened the kiss, snaking her tongue inside his mouth as her legs wrapped around his waist. Gil let out a groan at the proximity of their bodies.

"Cath."

"I want you," Catherine pleaded, capturing his lips in a kiss. "Please." Her hands went to his pants and boxers, pushing them down with his help.

They kissed again, the kiss swallowing their cries as Gil thrust into her. Catherine's arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed herself against him, in an effort to be closer.

Her hands slowly traveled down to her back, before pressing against his ass, pushing him closer, trying to get him deeper inside her. "Faster," she whispered in his ear, before licking the lobe gently.

Gil groaned before capturing her lips again, his body moving faster against hers, as she clung to him.

"God." Catherine groaned, her head falling back as she ground her hips against him. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, drawing her closer to him, feeling herself near the edge alarmingly quickly.

"I've got you," Gil murmured into her ear. "Let go, Cath."

Catherine's eyes locked onto his and her mouth opened, eyes widening. Taking this as his cue, Gil leant in to kiss her, his tongue snaking inside and stroking against hers.

Her body shook against him as her orgasm raced through her and she held onto him, as wave after wave of pleasure went through her.

Gil held her close to him, his body screaming for release. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, his body tensing and shuddering as he spilled inside her.

Catherine's head rested on his shoulder, and after a few moments he lifted her against him, taking them both to rest on his couch. She nestled closer, kissing his shoulder as he stroked her back.

Finally, she drew her head back and they looked at each other, sharing a smile. He leaned in and they kissed gently.

"Love you, Gil," Catherine murmured, resting her head down against him again.

"Love you back," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Oh and Gil?"

"Mhm?"

"I'm keeping the thing that gets me off." She kissed his shoulder again. "You."

"I'm keeping the thing that gets me off too. You," Gil affirmed. "But Cath?"

"Yeah?"

"Never, ever make me dress up as a clown."

FINIS