"Thank you for such wonderful evening Mr. Grissom".

After two hours of watching Cath and Lindsay's family photo albums, Grissom had decided Lindsay had some hidden power to get disguised like a princess every time she had the intuition someone would bring out a camera. There were like two thousand pictures of her dressed up like one. She agreed to the point of start behaving like one.

She stood up and offered her hand to her mother's new love interest for a few weeks so he could kiss it.

"My pleasure, milady".

Grissom leaned forward but didn't kiss her, he only pretended he had. He saw the girl's strange face and explained.

"Etiquette says men must not kiss the woman's hand. Didn't you know that?"

She shook her head, looked at her smiling mother and winked at her. She hadn't seen her this happy for a long time and she was glad to see her like this.

"I'm leaving you two "love birds" alone so you can finally hit base #2: French kissing".

Catherine choked on her diet coke and Lindsay blushed terribly. It was too late to take it back but she could mend it.

"Not that I know anything about French kissing, well, you know, girls talk, but I've no idea of French, well I try, I study it hard mom, you know I do, but for now, all the French I know is "Oui" and "s'il vous plaît"!"

"You better learn up to the "rien de rien" lesson too! And base #2? When I was in high school French kissing was at least base #14!!! You better start forgetting about baseball too".

"Oh mom. You know I'm not much into baseball, I prefer figure skating. Or hockey..." - Lindsay had already heard retreat and was walking backwards to her room -"... there's something about the blades that attracts me... they're so shinny and sharp and they..." Her rambling was heard for a while as she reached her room and slammed the door.

Grissom was finding the situation quite amusing.

"I'm afraid we already hit base #2, do you think we should've told her?"

"This isn't funny Grissom. I think I should go talk to her. Baseball? French kissing? She's only 14!"

Grissom held Catherine's hand and pulled her back to the couch.

"I think she's embarrassed enough for now, leave some fun for the weekend. Besides, I'd be more worried about her attraction to blades. Unless becoming a fakir is considered a high goal in the Willows family. I know for good that her mother was a great performer. Showbiz runs in the family I guess".

Catherine slapped his arm playfully and then rest her head on his shoulder.

"She's growing up too fast. I miss my baby".

Grissom tightened his grip on her hand.

"I think she's much nicer now. She doesn't cry, she can go to the bathroom by herself and she knows the difference between a moth and a night butterfly. What else could a mother ask for?"

Catherine smiled and looked up at him, then she gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

"Come, I want to show you something".

Grissom loved being pulled to Catherine's bedroom and he loved it even more when she pushed him onto her bed.

"Cath, are you planning to make a "home run"?"

"Wait right here" - she whispered as she walked to her closet.

His mind fantasized a bit with the idea that maybe she wanted to show him her newest lingerie, maybe some modeling would be nice... but she had other plans.

By the time she went back to the bed, he was grinning like an idiot. Then she climbed onto bed with him and handed him her surprise.

"More photos?"

He didn't want to sound disappointed, but he did. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy watching those family pictures with them, it was just that Ed was a regular on those and he had had his fill of him.

"I've got the feeling you're gonna like these".

Catherine sat behind him on the bed, and hugged his back as she looked at the album over his shoulder.

Grissom opened it and held his breath when a very young and very little clothed Catherine appeared smiling seductively at him. He took his time memorizing that image before turning the page, where an even less dressed Catherine was winking at him. By page five his breathing was irregular and he didn't even notice Catherine wasn't hugging him and was fumbling with her clothes. By page twelve, he had a hard on that could be the envy of many. When he closed the album, he knew he could describe every picture to the detail.

"Me like".

"I knew you would. Some guy tipped me for letting him take the photos and he even made me a copy of them. I used to be ashamed of them, but guess I'm not anymore. I don't look like that now... but I'm still as flexible as then".

Grissom's mind traveled to page eight and his heart skipped a beat. Catherine wasn't immune to him either. She didn't need any racy pictures though, she had her body pressed to his back and feeling and seeing the state he was in was enough.

"I want you to meet someone".

Grissom had other plans in mind but his brain was fuzzy and she was leaning too close to his ear when she purred those words so his only possible answer was "yessss".

"Turn around".

Grissom did as instructed and suddenly Catherine took off her T-shirt and threw it to the chair where she had thrown her bra a moment before. All of the sudden he was face to face with two of her charms.

Catherine smiled at his grinning face and giggled softly before pointing at one of her breasts.

"This is Ms. Right..."

Grissom took Ms. Right's nipple between his index and thumb and squeezed it lightly.

"How do you do?"

Catherine chuckled and pointed at her other breast,

"... and this is Ms. Left. She's a bit jealous of her bigger sister, you know?"

Grissom thought she deserved a much special treatment and kissed it.

"Pleased to meet you".

Catherine felt the vibrations on her breast's delicate skin and moaned in response before answering, "oh, the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Grissom".

Lindsay finished reading Beth's reply to her previous mail. She was giggling at the ideas her friend thought about to help her disguise her French knowledge for her mother when a strange sound came across the hall. She listened carefully and froze when she identified it. She knew she needed her friend online all night to get over that!

It was a human voice. Possibly a male in his early fifties. Possibly coming from her mother's room. And it was surprisingly in tune with the melody:

"Take me out to the ball game... take me out with the crowd...."

::: Fin :::