Catherine Willows found Gil Grissom seated in front of the computer in their home office when she returned from dropping Lindsey off at school. "What'cha ya doin'?" She inquired from the door, arms folded over her chest.

"Look at this! Men will buy anything, if they think it'll make their dick bigger!" He exclaimed.

"Wow, 353,000 sites for, penis enhancement." She read over his shoulder then she playfully asked. "You, uh, thinking of enlarging?"

"No." He cast an annoyed glare up at her, before returning his attention to the screen.

She knew he was only looking at this stuff because of the crime scene they worked the previous night. He had disgustedly shooed the police officers, gathered around the TV watching a Sheesa Yearning profile on the Triple X channel in the hotel room, out. It ended as Gil closed the door and a commercial for a penis enlargement cream replaced Sheesa. "I just massage it in two or three times a week, while masturbating." Dick Dangerous, one well-endowed porn star, cooed as he stroked his burgeoning erection. Gil had clicked off the TV with a look of utter distaste.

"There are pills, powders, creams, exercises, surgery, and herbal supplements…. `Blend our patented herbal elixir with two raw eggs and a cup of milk. Twice a day will add three inches within a month. Guaranteed to work or your money back!' He read then added. "Riiight, and don't forget to stand on your head for fifteen minutes at high noon and the stroke of midnight!"

"Does it really say that?" She asked, incredulous.

"Not the standing on the head part, but it would work about as well." He responded as he clicked on another site. "Oh, that looks painful."

"No pain, No gain." She offered as she peered over his shoulder at the device advertised on the screen. "Oh, my, I can't believe any man would willing put that on! You sure that's not a S&M site?"

"I suppose it would get bigger, due to swelling." He muttered. "Must be some desperate guys out there. You couldn't get me in the same room with that thing."

"I don't think it would fit you." Catherine mused and smiled as she noticed he had his left hand protectively covering his privates.

"Thank God, for, not so small favors, so do I measure up?" He asked after he closed the Internet window and swiveled the chair around to face her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Um, you know, it's not just about size. I might need to do some research; conduct a few tests." She huskily replied as she settled on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Tell me more, about this research. I'm most interested in the tests." He grinned, kissing her neck.

"Well, I think it might be easier to demonstrate. How about we adjourn to the bedroom?" She said as she stood up and held out her hand.

And…. The author says, "Make up your own scenario of research….it might be entertaining!"

Finished!