We live in a greedy little world -
That teaches every little boy and girl
To earn as much as they can possibly -
Then Turn around and
Spend it foolishly

"Can you believe that place?" Sara Sidle muttered as she walked into the break room ahead of her colleagues. It was the end of shift and they were all just back from seeing the criminal arrested.

Grissom had placed the whole team on the one case tonight because of the volume of goods they'd had to go through at the crime scene. He was now filing his report, while the other four had a last cup of coffee before heading home.

"I know," Nick Stokes replied, "how does one person manage to acquire so much stuff?"

Warrick Brown shook his head ruefully as he claimed a seat, "The wonder of the plastic revolution," he said, "credit cards are great till you have to pay the bill."

And that had been the basis of the crime. The female victim had been a magpie, buying anything that caught her fancy and putting the bill on her cards. The house she had shared with her husband looked more like a department store than a home, with racks of clothing still on hangers and in garment bags, ornaments, jewellery and knickknacks still in their boxes and more pairs of shoes than Imelda Marcos.

We've created us a credit card mess
We spend money that we don't possess
Our religion is to go and blow it all
So it's shoppin' every Sunday at the mall
All we ever want is more
So take me to the nearest store

Finally the husband had snapped, faced with credit card bills he could no longer afford, and with the prospect of losing everything, he had reached out to cut off his problem at it's source and killed his wife.

Catherine Willows sighed, as she handed out the coffee, and shook her head, "We've all spent money we didn't have at one time or another," she told them, a wry smile spreading across her face, "made that last purchase we know we really shouldn't, but to let it get that bad?" she was clearly as bewildered as her team mates, who all agreed, somewhat embarrassedly, that she was right.

"I bet there's one of us who has never gone a cent over budget," Sara stated, looking at each of them in turn. The three junior CSIs smiled at each other and said in unison.

"Grissom!"

"Yes?" came the voice from the doorway as their boss finally joined them.

Trying to suppress a chuckle at the surprised expression that appeared on the blue-eyed man's face and the blushes that coloured the other three's, Catherine stood quietly listening to Sara explaining what they had been talking about.

"Well," Grissom said, then cleared his throat as though he was embarrassed, "I'm afraid you're all wrong."

There were a few gasps of surprise at the admission and Catherine felt she just had to fill the silence.

"The inestimable Gil Grissom actually went over his budget?" Grissom could tell by her tone that she was just playing along with the others but he still blushed.

"By quite some margin actually." He replied, heading back out the door to get away from this conversation.

"On what?" Sara asked bluntly.

Grimacing, and standing half way in and out of the room, Grissom answered, "Something we discussed last evaluation day, think about it," and he left heading for the locker room.

"Oh my God!" he heard the brunette exclaim as the door slowly closed, "the Komoto Dragon!"

He chuckled quietly to himself and started getting ready to leave.

Catherine stood watching Nick, Warrick and Sara get caught up in the subject of their boss' habits and foibles. When she saw they were paying her no attention, she slipped out of the room unnoticed.

Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
It's such a beautiful thing - Ka - Ching!
Lots of diamond rings
The happiness it brings
You'll live like a king
With lots of money and things

Gil took his jacket out of his locker, slipped it on, closed the door and turned to leave, when he was flattened back against it. Hurricane Catherine had struck.

"Did you want something?" he asked, trying to remain calm and not react to being in such close proximity to the woman of his dreams.

"You over spent to buy that damned lizard?" Catherine asked, her eyes flashing and her hands flat on his chest.

"Yes." Was the simple answer.

"But you bought it for Lindsey." She accused him, her hands starting to rub up and down his torso.

'Oh God,' he thought at the effect she was starting to have on him, but again stuck to the safety of a one word answer, "Yes."

Her face moved closer to his, 'She must be standing on her toes,' he thought absently.

"I won't even let you bring it by the house, it has to be kept at your place," she all but growled, her hands sliding down onto his abdomen.

Grissom swallowed convulsively, his hands balling into fists, "So?"

She leant back slightly, staring into his eyes, "If you spent that much, maybe I should let Lindsey keep it at home?"

"No!" he exclaimed, then tried to recover, "no, that's all right."

Catherine moved almost nose to nose with him, a notable fact for someone of her stature, and hooked her fingers into his waistband, "Why not?" she asked him accusingly.

He could feel his temperature soar as her hip brushed against his groin and tried to concentrate on the conversation, hoping she didn't notice what she was doing to him, "I like Lindsey coming to visit."

There must have been a note in his voice for Catherine inched even closer until there wasn't even air between them, merely saying, "And?"

Without even thinking about it he admitted, "And I like who she brings with her," he felt as though his body was on fire and his brain was melting.

Smiling, Catherine leaned in and began to kiss him, passionately, at the same time she dropped her right hand and began rubbing him through his pants.

He groaned into her mouth, his body shivering and his senses on overload. How long she kept that up he didn't know, but as he felt himself nearing release his brain suddenly processed the fact that they were not safe in his office but in the public locker room! Anyone could be watching them!

With extreme difficulty and in a state of panic, he managed to pull back from her, much against the wishes of his body.

Catherine chuckled at the sight of his flushed complexion and wild staring eyes. God she was good! "Do you have a spare shirt and pants in there?" she asked him, tapping his locker. Gil merely nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Good, get them."

His expression of fear and panic dissolved into curiosity. "We're going to continue this somewhere more private," she informed him. He tilted his head slightly to the right and his eyes asked the question.

"My place." She smiled, stepping back and waiting for him to get his things.

As he took his spare clothes from the locker, Gil thought it might be an idea to remove his jacket as well and carry it. The more camouflage the better.

As they reached the Tahoe, Catherine threw him the keys, saying, "You drive." Thinking nothing of it, he caught them and, after placing his things on the back seat, opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.

He had just left the parking lot when Catherine seemed to scoot closer to him and started running her fingertips up and down the inside of his right thigh. "Catherine!" the exclamation came out in a strangled gasp as his hands gripped tighter on the steering wheel.

She chuckled, deep and throaty, "Relax, Gil," she purred, "you just looked awful strained and uncomfortable there," she brushed her hand over his erection and he shuddered, trying to keep control of the car and himself, "and I thought I'd ease the discomfort." She resumed her caressing.

A groan came from his throat; he struggled to keep his eyes on the road and form a coherent sentence. "There'll be even greater discomfort and a lot of embarrassing explaining to do if I crash this car," he informed her breathlessly, "and that's what's going to happen if you keep this up."

Sighing in disappointment, she cupped her hand around his bulge, and surveyed the scenery around her. "Take the next left," she instructed suddenly.

"But..." Gil began bewilderedly, but cut off when she squeezed him, "aaaah... okay," he complied, recognising defeat when he saw it.

A few minutes later she had him pulling into the deserted parking lot of a store that had closed a few months before. Telling him to switch off the engine, take off his seatbelt and push the seat as far back as it would move from the steering wheel, she discarded her own seatbelt and moved in closer.

In one fluid movement, she had her hand inside his pants and underwear and his shirt opened to his belt. As she ran her hand slowly along his shaft, she licked and suckled on his nearest nipple. She heard his breathing deepen and quicken, felt his body begin to tremble and his hips buck involuntarily but, just before he could come, she stopped and captured his mouth in a searing kiss.

Breaking apart he stared breathlessly into her sparkling blue eyes, so different in shade from his own, and shivered at the devilment he saw there.

"Relax, Gil," she assured him, "we have all day."

He gasped as she began to stroke him again, managing to utter, "Not here in the parking lot?" Suckling on his nipple she chuckled and she felt him tremble at the added sensations the vibrations caused.

Catherine kept this up for more than thirty minutes and soon Gil was having difficulty remembering his own name, never mind thinking straight. The sight of his eyes dulled by his state of arousal and the flush in his complexion was enough to promote the gathering of heat and moisture between Catherine's thighs and she decided now was the time.

Removing the clothing in her way, she lowered her head into his lap and ran her tongue along his length. A stream of words came from Gil's mouth but none that made any sense to her. She took him into her mouth, chuckling as she did so.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Gil muttered quietly over and over again, grabbing onto the steering wheel with one hand and the hand rest on the door with the other.

Lifting her head and releasing him again, Catherine rolled her tongue around the tip of his member, lapping and lathing as she did. She could hear Gil's breathing coming in pants now and knew he was very close. Again she took him into her mouth, using her muscles and tongue as only she knew how, and slipping her other hand between his legs to massage his balls.

Gil gave a strangled cry come gasp, his whole body tensed then started to buck and tremble. His breathing became so laboured that for one moment he thought he was going to pass out. God what had she done to him?

Finally his body stilled, his breathing slowed and he laid his head back on the headrest. Still Cath remained where she was and he wondered what she was up to? Then he felt her tongue licking along his shaft and around his groin, causing the tight, tingling sensations to begin all over again.

"Uh, Cath..." he started to say. He had to get her to stop; he couldn't go again this soon. She chuckled as she suckled on the tip of his penis, causing him to shiver and moan. "Dear God, Cath," he mumbled plaintively, "you gotta wait," he swallowed convulsively not daring to touch her, "I'm only human, you know?"

Catherine sighed, her breath dancing across his delicate head and he shuddered. Sitting up, she carefully redressed him and smiled at the look on his face.

"Just making sure there's enough juice left for stage two," she told him, loving the look that appeared on his face.

'Oh God,' he thought, 'what have I let myself in for?'

Face going completely serious, Catherine asked him, "Do you love me?"

Gil pulled her into his embrace, "Do I love you...yes," he assured her, "Am I in love with you... I think so."

She pulled away to look at him, "Well," he added quickly, "I've never been in love before," he explained, emphasising the in, "but that's the only way I can describe the way I feel about you."

Catherine smiled and relaxed before capturing his mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. "That's a very good answer," she told him, trying not to laugh at the startled expression on his face, "Now let's go home and continue this somewhere more comfortable."

Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
You'll live like a king
With lots of money and things
Ka - Ching!

THE END