"Hey Cath!" called Gil to get her attention.

"Yes, Gil," Cath answered, batting her eyelashes at him.

"CATH! Not here at work. I can't concentrate when you do that."

Standing like a mischievous little girl in front of him, she asks him "Is there anything you need?"

"We've got to work in the gutter."

"Now there's an easy one for me. I'm an expert at gutter investigating. I could show you some tricks like this...." Leaning upwards she rubbed her nose in his neck.

"Cath!"

It was not working though soon he found himself being nipped at by Cath.

"Cath, a dead body was found in the gutter."

"You really know how to kill a mood, GSI." She turns around and starts sauntering away.

"GSI?!"

"Gutter Scene Investigator. Are you behind on the new terms, GSI?"

"Why do I need to do that when I've got you around?"

"It`s hard to keep up when you know we`ve been busy."

"I've never heard you complain."

"You know that reminds me. When are we letting the others into the secret?"

"Ooh, we should do that soon. Can't have them think we are one of those gsers lurking in the background trying to steal information."

"Never!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You think your body will wait?"

"Its not going anywhere without you."

"How sweet!" Cath said sarcastically. Cath jumps out of the set to the audience beyond. Soon Gil follows her out.

"Hey Gil, look over there. I see Angie, Manda, and Allie. There is someone hiding back there. I can't quite make her out. Its Juliet!" Cath starts waving.

"The whole GCers gang is here, Cath. You can't forget all the others. They might turn against us."

"Can't let that happen! They might turn into evil gsers. Not to mention the help from some actress with the initials JF. Just put on your all leather suit. We all know how that will satisfy them."

Gil magically appears before them in all leather, and the crowd goes wild. Cath watches Laeta faint in front of them. A quick wash of water wakes up Laeta magically.

"Now that we've got all your attention. There's a purpose to tonight's episode. We've been wanting to pay all our favorite fans a special tribute of giving them a night full of G/C goodness," said Gil.

"Enjoy, and we'll be back at the end to hear all of your responses, and we are expecting loads of them. At least our writer does," continued Cath.

Cath and Gil magically jump back into the scene to start tonight's special tribute to GCers.

Cath and Gil leisurely walked up to Sara Sidle, better known by some as Sara Homisidle, or was that Suisidle. Cath started counting off on her fingers before their attack. Coming up behind her, they got their pointer fingers all set to go.

On one, they pointed their pointer fingers into Sara's sides at the same time. Sara's body jumped through the ceiling, literally before it fell back down in a ramrod position.

"I told you it would work. She's been looking way too pregnant lately," Cath smirked at Gil.

"I like how your mind works, Miss GSI."

Nobody noticed the fuming face of Sara Sidle behind them. The steam was rising out of her ears as they spoke. All of a suddenly there was an explosion as they watched Sara pop like a big balloon into the air. Was it the end of Sara? Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, waiting for news on Miss Homisidle, or well at least trying to appear to wait were Cath and Gil in his office.

The CSIs were busy trying to be the new GSI team. This time the crime scene was in Gil's own office. Wouldn't you like to know what they were investigating? Was it his frogs? His spiders?

Of course not, that would be the Normal, Normal, Normal World of CSI. You know boring non-romantic, science stuff. They were investigating themselves like any two human beings who had always been in love with each other would do.

Lets get a little closer to see exactly what they are doing.

"Ouch!" I, the narrator, cry out as I find myself rolling over a body. I start murmuring to myself as I realize I just ran over Sara, and now Gil and Cath are staring at me.

Sara is now standing up, and again she looks like she's about to explode. Pushing her out of the room, I lock it behind me. Come on got to give them some privacy. I'll let Lauri and other smut writers finish that scene. I give her a good slap for interrupting their moment, and find her whizzing off through the air again. Some people never learn.

A couple of hours later, Sara has come back to life once again. Now no booing out there! Won't listen to it! Sara plays a vital role on the show.

"And that is..." someone shouts from the audience.

"Well, well, well, she is supposed to bring Gil and Cath together on the `real show.' Yep, that's it. I knew she had some purpose," I cry back.

Back to Sara, she's been flirting with Mr. Hot Stuff, or as otherwise known as Warrick Brown. He seems to have forgotten to put his shirt back on. Looky there girls, enjoy that chest. What better way to show off then to have the big news about the lead CSIs, or is it GSIs?

"Warrick, did you hear the news? G.g.g..il is in lo...I can't say that line. He's in love with me, and nobody else." Soon Sara Sidle is seen bouncing up and down.

The always clever, Gil and Cath come to the rescue. They quickly assessed the scene, and knew there was only one answer. What better game to play than jump rope in a situation like this one?

20 minutes later, a very exasperated Jim Brass comes down the hallway and sees the group standing around.

"What's going on here?" he demands.

"Sara wanted to play jump rope, and we couldn't deny her it. You know how crabby she gets if she doesn't get her way, but I just wish she would stop. I stopped counting after going through the alphabet 4 times," said Gil.

Brass stops to think about it for a moment as a light bulb appears above his head. Running off, he comes back with a trampoline. "Let her jump on this for awhile. Maybe we can get her to do some summersaults and turns."

Brass wasn't going to let the fun and games go on too long when there was still a dead body in the gutter. "Grissom and Cath, come over here, please."

With their heads down, they walked up to Brass like dogs that have been scolded. "Yes, boss."

"Where have you guys been? There's a dead body to be investigated."

"Paperwork!" Cath answered sounding like she just came up with the most brilliant idea in the world. "We were doing paperwork."

"I'll admit that paperwork is important, but not when a dead body needs to be investigated. Do I need to drag you guys to the crime scene by the ears?" asked Brass.

"No," they answered simultaneously.

"Then march 1,2,3."

Did you really think there would be no investigation tonight? We know you love those investigations especially if a vibrating bed is involved. Sorry none of that tonight, but we do have a gutter.

Arriving on the murder scene, the three of them lined up in the Charlie's angels pose as they turn to make sure that the scene is safe.

"See anything?" said Cath.

"Nope, nothing out of place," said Gil.

"All right lets get to work," called Brass.

While Cath and Brass went to work on interviewing people, Gil went to the body. Gil decided he preferred Cath's GSI then this one. After looking over the body, and doing all those little CSIs things, the body was soon taken away, and underneath lay the real crime, or at least, for our Gil.

There lay a smashed ant, and next to it laid a little leaf telling his fateful story. All the ant had wanted to do is eat his supper.

"Hey Cath, get over here."

"What is it, Gil?"

"We need to do a memorial service for the ant."

"A memorial service?! Gil, I know how you like to give funerals to your animals, but not at a crime scene. Plus we've got the murderer. The aunt did it."

"The ant?"

"Yes, the aunt."

"But Cath, how can we blame a helpless little ant?"

"Gil, its aunt spelt a-u-n-t. She's standing over there with Brass yelling `I killed my nephew.' We don't need any more evidence. Come on lets go home. Its been a hard night, and hopefully only more harder. You can even take your precious ant with you. We`ll give him a memorial before bed."

"The vibrating bed?"

"Yes, the vibrating bed. Just for you, Gil."

"You know you like it too."

"Lets go home."

"Not without saying good-bye to our dear GCers."

Cath performs a beautiful twirl off the stage into the audience while knowing Gil he fails terribly.

"You just weren't made for being a ballerina," quipped Cath.

"Haha."

Ignoring the look from Gil. "I hope you enjoyed tonight's special tribute. Now our writer loves that wonderful thing called feedback, and she has promised to write a scene with a vibrating bed just for you guys for feedback. Say good night Gil."

"Good night, Gil." He barely got the words out before a depraved Cath was pulling him away.

That's all folks.