Previously on CSI.

.....I bite my lip but I just have to ask him the question that's been on my mind since his towel slipped.

"Gil...why is my name tattooed on your butt?

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"You're just too good to be trueoooooooo.... Can't take my eyes off youuuuuuuuuuu"

I'm not sure what's scaring people more, my singing an old Frankie Valli song. Or my picking people at random to twirl through the halls with. I guess it can be a little unsettling to be standing around minding your own business, when all of a sudden someone grabs you by the arm and spins you into a forced pirouette.

"You'd be like heaven to....touch...Hey how's it going?....I wanna hold you sooooooooo much....Hey Brass!"

He's laughing too hard to say hi. Probably because I just grabbed the detective he was talking with and spun him into a wall. Whoops. Oh well, the man should learn how to twirl.

"Hi Cath. Grissom have something to do with this miserable mood you seem to be in?"

I laugh and wink at him before I grab his hand a lead him in a two step toward the break room.

"At long last looooooove has arrived.....And I thank God I'm aliiiiIIIIiive..."

He's laughing hard now and I don't even care that he just trod on my toes, because last night, well technically early this morning I guess, Gil told me that he loved me. Yay! Then we made love all day until Lindsay got home from school. Double Yay! I'm grinning as we enter the break room and I see Warwick and Nick standing off to the side as I sing out the last of the song.

"You're just too good to be trueoooooo.....Can't take my eyes off yooooooooou!!!!"

Brass brings our dance to a dramatic close with a dip, and I laugh at Nick when he has to walk over and help us back up.

"Don't suppose you guys have seen Greg have you? He was supposed to head straight back to the lab after the Talent Show, but just before the awards presentation began, the 'Most Talented Emergency Service in Las Vegas' Award disappeared. And there's a rumour going around that the last time he was spotted was early this morning when he was seen streaking through Ballistics singing 'We are the Champions'. Nobody's seen him since."

Heh! You gotta love that Greg. He's sure got style.

"Nope sorry Nicky, haven't seen Greg since last night. I wouldn't worry though he's on shift tonight so he should be around. Heard you got lucky last night?"

Nick starts laughing, and then cheekily answers.

"That's funny cos I heard the same thing about you. You know I never thought that Gil was the kind of guy to get a tattoo, but I guess you'd know more about that than we would? Now I may be mistaken, but the name tattooed onto Gil's butt, looked a lot like yours. In fact it....er...flashed...by pretty quick, but it seemed that the i in Catherine had a little love heart for a dot."

Everyone laughs and I start thinking about that tattoo again. I got to see it up close and personal a few times since he lost his towel and gave everybody an impromptu peep show. I've actually started trying to convince him to let me add to it. Under the word CATHERINE, maybe have the words WAS HERE added. Or maybe PROPERTY OF tattooed above it. I must have a predatory look on my face because everybody has stopped laughing as are looking kind of nervous. As well they should. I don't mind a bit of ribbing from the guys but Gil likes to keep his private life private and I don't want him to be uncomfortable at work because everybody won't stop talking about it

"I happen to love that tattoo and I think the love heart is cute."

They start snickering and I get an overwhelming urge to thump one of them to set an example to the other two. But before I manage to raise my hand Sara walks into the break room and seeing us all standing around laughing, starts glaring at me. Now I have an overwhelming urge to thump someone else. What? Like it's my fault Gil likes me more than he does her. Seriously she doesn't want to mess with me. Not today. Because nothing can tick me off today. I am in an orgasm-induced haze, that even Sara won't be able to get me out of. Actually I feel kind of bad for her. And as such, I will be the bigger woman here. In personality only of course, I mean Sara's got the hips of a breeding horse. I will be as polite and modest as possible regarding the fact that Gil is mine and we just spent the last 12 hours in an exhausting sex romp. I have what I want and as such I don't NEED to rub Sara's little upturned nose in it.

"Hey Sara. Did you catch a glimpse of Gil's tattoo last night?"

Oh well I tried. Heh. Wow! I don't think I've ever seen anyone go that red before. She looks like she's going to implode. And her face keeps changing from undisguised lust, to disbelief, to outright rage and it's getting kind of alarming. Maybe I should have teased her when she DIDN'T have a gun strapped to her hip. Warwick decides to separate us before things get out of hand and tells Sara that the lab has her results from the other night. She glares at me a moment longer before spinning on her heel and marching to the lab.

"Feel better?"

Brass is smirking at me and he looks kind of disappointed that we didn't start wrestling on the floor. Brass is the kind of guy that wouldn't try and break it up, he'd probably run to the cafeteria for jello. And as the only jello-wrestling I'm going to be involved in till the day I die involves one Gil Grissom, I tell Brass huffily.

"I'd have felt better if Warwick hadn't interrupted until I managed to tell Sara how great Gil is in bed."

I look pointedly at Warwick as he and Nick cover their ears and start yelling that they don't want to hear about it. I glance at Brass as he laughs.

"It's always the quiet ones huh?"

I start to fan my face with my hand and give Brass a very content 'ohhh yes' and a satisfied smile that shows just how pleased I am with my man.

"Try not to scare the kids too much. There is nothing kids wants to hear less, than about their parents having sex. They like to think they're a product of Immaculate Conception."

I think about what happened after the Talent Show and decide the details are best left between me, Gil and the bedroom walls....and the kitchen walls, the lounge room walls, the bathroom walls...twice, and the walls in the hall. The hand fanning my face picks up speed and I go a bit red thinking about my very gifted lover. Then I start hoping that Gil has the energy for a repeat performance after shift tonight. He should be here by now actually. He volunteered to take Lindsey around to my sister's house a couple of hours ago after I told him I had a few chores to do. We parted with a kiss that soldier would get when they're going to war. The only reason we stopped was because Linds walked out and started making gagging noises when she saw us making out against the car. My biggest chore was to pick up a surprise for Gil, and I can't wait to show him.

"Cath?..........CATH!!?"

I pull my mind out of the gutter and looking into the amused eyes of my friends I realise they might have been trying to catch my attention for some time. So I was daydreaming, big deal. I raise my eyebrow questioningly at Warwick.

"We're gonna head down to the lab and see if we can find Greg before shift. Wanna come?"

I shake my head and tell them that I'm just going to hang around the break room and see if I can find some dinner in the fridge before shift. They walk out teasing me about working up an appetite and I laugh thinking that I'd say something back, but they're absolutely right this time. I'm famished and I'm going to need some high energy foods if today is going to finish anything like yesterday. So leaning into the fridge, I almost slam my head through the freezer, when I feel fingers run across my lower back, just above the line my pants sit. I know who it is. I've learnt every inch of his body, including these very talented fingers. And as he continues to run his fingers across my back, and then dip slightly under my tight pants, I know he's found my surprise for him.

"Like it?"

Early this morning, just after we'd made love again, we were lying in bed naked, entwined in each others arms, talking about everything. Gil held me tight as he told me again that he loved me. This time though he also added his affections for my daughter, telling me that if we were to have a child, he couldn't love her more than he already loved my daughter. He continued whispering sweet nothings into my ear, and I cried as I listened to him tell me what it is he loves about me. What makes me so special to him. He just pulled me closer and kept speaking. Finally he went quiet and I thought that maybe he had run out of things to say, when he gently pushed me onto my back and then he pulled himself over me and just hovered there smiling at me adoringly. I've never felt so loved my entire life. Then leaning forward he pressed his lips tenderly to mine. It was only for a moment though and before I could lean into the kiss he pulled back and asked me.... Will you marry me? I whispered yes tearfully and then pulled him close to show him how much I love him, how special he is to me.

This evening when he left with Lindsay for my sister's, I had to go out and get Gil something that showed him how much he mean's to me. So I went to the tattoo parlour and spent an hour there before shift, getting a tattoo on my lower back. And feeling Gil run his fingers across it tenderly and whisper huskily that he 'loves it', I let the breath go that I hadn't known I was holding, and sigh as he read out the words I had imprinted on my back.

"Gil's Girl...I like the sound of that."

I turn around with a grin on my face and gaze up at him as Gil wraps his arms around me. He moves up to stand against the bench and pulls me into the v of his legs. I lick my lips and start towards his mouth to claim a kiss when he pulls back slightly and takes hold of my hand. I watch questioningly as he raises my fingers to his lips then let's go to open the small box he has retrieved from his pocket. Tears come to my eyes, and I quickly wonder if I wore my waterproof mascara. I know that probably shouldn't be the thing most forefront in my mind, but this is my first actual proposal. You can't count Eddie's, very romantic reply to my telling him I'm pregnant. 'Aww crap, I know an Elvis Minister we can call.' Even Gil's proposal this morning, while romantic wasn't the fairytale that every girl wants to share at with their girlfriends. So I can be forgiven for being a little dazed, when he drops to his knee in front of me. And when I hear a gasp, it takes me a moment to realise that it didn't come from either Gil or myself.

I glance quickly over my shoulder and standing there, hand over his mouth, is a wide-eyed Greg still clutching the stolen Award tightly to his chest. Before I manage to spin back to Gil, Nick, Warwick, Brass AND Sara walk into the break room and stop short at the sight of Gil down on one knee directly in front of me. I feel a tug on my shirt sleeve and swiftly turn back to the man looking up at me with an amused and slightly embarrassed look on his face. But it still doesn't cover up the adoration in his eyes.

"Cath....I love you. You and Lindsay make me feel...complete. You're the only one who can make me laugh when I think I've forgotten how, you get me to talk when I think no-one wants to listen, and I feel things for you I never thought I was capable of. You made me fall in love with you seventeen years ago, and EVERY day since I've been thankful that you've been a part of my life. I would be honoured if you would agree to marry me and continue to be the best part of my life?"

I'm sobbing now and my mind is screaming yes, yes, YES, but I'm having trouble getting out the words so I start nodding frantically and drop to my knees in front of him and throw my arms around his neck as a huge grin flashes across his face. I hear a sob behind me and a moment later I feel Greg wrap his arms around us both crying heavily telling us this is the happiest day of his life. I start laughing through my tears as I feel Warwick and Nick join our group hug, and look up to see Brass slapping Gil on the back and even Sara has lost her demonesque scowl and while not exactly smiling I don't feel the need to grab for my holy water either. I pull back and wipe my blotchy nose on Greg's shoulder, then lean in to press my lips against Gil's.

"Hey Cath? I like your tattoo!"

I laugh into Gil's mouth causing him to pull back eyes twinkling as everyone steps back and tries to see the tattoo that Greg has spotted.

Life couldn't possibly get any better than this.

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The End

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