This is just the best day.

Seriously.

Well excluding the day my daughter was born of course.

But coming a close second after that miraculous event TODAY is the best day ever.

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I woke up 'in the zone'. I opened my eyes and looked straight into the face of my daughter Lindsay's favorite stuffed animal, resting on the pillow next to mine. A bright blue ant, with big plastic eyes and an open mouthed grin, she named it after the man who gave it to her. And looking into Gilbert's eyes I couldn't help smiling as I pulled him quickly to my chest and threw the cover over our heads, snuggling lower until we were lying in the middle of the bed scrunched up in a ball my butt raised in the air.

Ignoring the alarm that went off like a foghorn every fifteen minutes I continued to doze softly until Lindsay tiptoed into my room and, starting from the end of my bed, crawled under the covers to join me for a few minutes in my self made fort before I had to leave for work. We spoke in hushed tones, whispering back and forth about nothing important. Grinning at each other, until a full scale tickle war erupted that only ended when tangled in the covers, all three of us went crashing to the floor beside my bed. Still laughing we made the bed and before she left to get ready, Linds placed Gilbert the ant back on my pillow. I headed for the closet, glancing back at the little bug sitting up in my bed and wondered what the guys at work would think if I told them that I slept with Gil every night. Grinning, I reached in, searching until I felt leather.

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I've dropped Lindsay off at my sister's already and waiting in line at McDonalds before work, my mood is still agreeable. Usually I hate waiting in line at McDonalds, and I avoid it whenever I can. Tonight though, the mood I 'm in, it doesn't bother me that the two little old ladies in front of me can't decide what to order. Because when they do finally move to their table with their cups of tea, the 50 year old short, balding manager behind the counter looks up at me and his jaw drops. His eyes skim over my tight black pants, up past my tight white singlet covered by my awesome black leather jacket and looks at me with glazed eyes as I smile sexily at him.

Ignoring the drool starting to form at the corner of his open mouth I lean across the counter and order nuggets and fries with a large coke to go. He stutters the order back to the kitchen staff and my smile widens causing his eyebrows to chase after his receding hairline. I can see it in his eyes. He thinks I look hot. He's right. I am hot. Tonight, the great mood I'm in, I feel as though I could give Cindy Crawford a run for her money. My clothes are clingy in all the right places, the three inch heels on my favorite boots make my butt look amazing and I'm having the best hair day ever. I am the shit! He gulps audibly then smiles adoringly over his shoulder at me as he turns to put my dinner into a paper bag. Reaching behind the front counter he adds napkins and condiments. I thank him serenely and saunter out the door towards my car. Closing the car door I reach into the bag for some fries and grin when I see the extra ketchup packets. Cool.

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Walking through the halls towards the break room at the rear of the building, I still carry my take away bag in one hand and my half drunk coke in the other. I can't stop smiling and my happy attitude is causing everyone I pass to smile in return. There isn't anything that can ruin my good mood today. I feel untouchable. Impervious to any bad vibes that could come my way tonight. Bring it on baby! I'm practically strutting, and my eyebrows rise as I hear an aggravated voice getting louder as I continue towards the break room, but I still can't seem to lose the smile. The voice becomes even more irritated and I shrug and enter anyway, just in time to hear Sara shriek.

".......and why does CATHERINE always get the plum cases? Huh? Let me tell you why. Because she wears skin tight pants and push-up bras and leans over in front of you so you can see down her top. Because she KNOWS your gonna look. All she has to do GRISSOM is ask if you'd like to make wild monkey love to her on your desk and you'd go racing to your office. She's got your dick in her hand and she's pulling you around behind her like a pull toy!" Disgusted, she spins quickly on her heel, and barrels towards me. I jump out of the way and just narrowly avoid becoming road-kill as she bursts out of the break room, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.

I watch over my shoulder as she storms towards the exit, lab techs parting like the red sea when they catch a glimpse of her red face and grinding teeth. I turn towards the startled faces of Nick and Warwick and nod my head at the parting CSI questioningly, as I adjust my push-up bra.

"Jeez......who lit the fuse on her tampon?"

Their eyes swing towards mine then head for Gil's who's leaning against the sink near the microwave. I put down my half empty coke and look into my take away bag still smiling, my good mood unharmed and they quickly launch out of their chairs and race into the hall when Gil sends them a signal that I miss. The door slams shut behind me as I continue to look for my last nugget, and the room is silent as my brow furrows during my earnest search. I yell victoriously as I pull out the sneaky McNugget and finally look up at Gil and freeze standing in a bizarrely similar pose to the Statue of Liberty, with my take away held tightly under my left arm against my side, and my right arm raised upward with the nugget clutched tightly in my fingers.

Aww crap. I'm almost certain I didn't squeal when I saw him, but its hard to say.he's wearing black. I usually have trouble containing myself when he's wearing black. Not only black. But black pants and a moderately tight black shirt, that I can just make out the outline of his pecs in, covered by.......a black leather jacket. Oh boy. His head is titled to the side and he looks at me over his glasses and under his thick eyelashes and smiles.

"Interesting imagery."

Huh? My brain is kind of in melt down as he walks towards me, and I know I probably look a bit confused, maybe even alarmed, but I've been dreaming about jumping Gil's bones for some time now and I can't seem to focus on anything but his darkening eyes. I'm trying to remember what Sara was hollering about when she was having her tantrum before. Something about a pull toy? Or was he talking about the wild monkey sex?

"She's right you know?"

Eeep! He's standing directly in front of me now and when he places his hand on my hip I gasp, causing his nostrils to flair and his eyes to smolder. Then he starts to run his hand up along my ribs, his thumb pointed inwards towards my navel. As his hand gets higher, his thumb runs across the outside of my breast and I whimper and close my eyes as he leans closer. His hand is gliding up my raised arm and I can feel his breath on my lips as his fingers reach mine. Plucking the slightly mushed McNugget from my twitching fingers he murmurs softly his lips barely touching mine.

"All you have to do is ask."

My eyes shoot open as he steps away from me and walks towards the door. I stand there frozen whilst my brain tries to find the on switch. And I can feel my grin returning, to extraordinary proportions. Basically I'm grinning like an idiot.

"Catherine?"

Wow. I've never actually heard anyone growl my name before. I turn as a shiver runs down my spine, and stare at Gil as he stands in the doorway.

"You're working with me tonight, but before we leave, first I have to go to my office and.......clear my desk"

He grins wolfishly at me as he closes the door and it's almost completely closed before I find my tongue.

"Gil?"

It has to be said. It's on both of our minds.

"You've got my last McNugget"

He laughs that full laugh that I love, his eyes twinkling, as he pops the chicken nugget into his mouth. Winking playfully at me, he closes the door and I see his shadow through the blinds walking towards his office as promised, where he'll be waiting for me.

My shift's not even 20 minutes old.......I told you.......best day ever! And it's barely even started. Grinning I glance into the take away bag still clutched tightly to my side and start towards the door wondering what he'd do for half a coke and a handful of fries.

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Ummmm.......the end......I think. :)