The heat from the shower soothed her aching body, easing away the strains of the day. Catherine hummed to herself as the spray washed away the grime of the crime scene. Not that she was particularly dirty, she just felt that way. Murder scenes were never pretty.

Suddenly she stiffened as hands reached around her waist and slid upwards towards her breasts. As they pulled her backwards, she could feel Gil Grissom's erection building against the small of her back. Slowly she moved against it revelling in its hardness. A moan of pleasure escaped Catherine lips as Grissom's hands aroused her nipples into hardened peaks.

"Gil, please!" she whispered as she tried to turn around, but was stopped by an arm gripping her body tight. Grissom slid his other hand slowly down her torso, searching. His fingers teased over her pubic mound towards her clitoris. Catherine shuddered as he flicked his hand over it before reaching further down.

Grissom chuckled against Catherine's neck. "Having fun?" he said, teasing her. His own arousal was evident. The searching fingers entered her, increasing the mounting tension inside.

Abruptly Catherine was swung around, her lips meeting Grissom's hungrily. Words became unnecessary as they caressed each other. As her arousal increased, Catherine in turn rubbed herself against Grissom's shaft. Grissom gasped as Catherine took his throbbing member in her hands.

Catherine pushed Grissom against the cubicle wall, sliding down its surface. Mouths and hands continued to caress each other as they reached the floor, Catherine rolled onto Grissom in a fluid movement, meeting his thrust into her with equal force. Moving together, wave after wave of sensation flowed over them, pushing each other to the brink.

Grissom rolled Catherine over onto her back as her gave a final thrust inside. As time stood still, Catherine found she could not breathe, speak or move. Grissom collapsed onto her pulling her against him; both were slick with sweat, despite the spray of the shower above. Slowly their breathing became normal and time reasserted itself. Allowing Grissom to pull her to her feet Catherine wrapped her arms around him as the shower bathed them both.