What Would You Do Without Me?

Rating: I haven't decided yet. Maybe teen?

Disclaimer: No, I do not own them.

Summary: The dreams. They come every night and they won't stop. They refuse to stop until he tells her how he feels.

A/N: (dances) I'm done! I'm done! LOL. Thank you for ALL the reviews! I'd love to give shout outs to everyone who reviewed on one chapter or all five of them! I love you all! So yeah. 104 days until I get my braces off! I think we should celebrate on March 17th. XD

This chapter was inspired by the song: Undercover by Pete Yorn. (I guess that can be the theme song for this story. Ahaha)

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His hands tenderly reached up and framed her face, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. His lips were on hers in less than a second. She whimpered softly into the kiss, instantly forgetting the two younger CSIs were standing behind her with smirks on their faces.

Her entire body tingled with desire from the gentle kiss he had placed on her lips. Once he was sure she wasn't going to run away, or slap him, he let his hands fall to her lower back, pushing her closer to his body. She realized she had been entirely still throughout it all and wrapped her arms around his neck.

When his mind finally grasped what was happening, that he was actually kissing the love of his life in the middle of the hallway, she had gently pulled away from him. Her lips were full and parted, her eyes were bright and full of love. Her hands slid from his shoulders down to his chest where they rested. His skin felt like it was on fire from her gentle touch.

"What was that for," she whispered. His unexpected confidence was now lost. He felt his chest tighten, breathing become more difficult for him. Here she was, standing in front of him.

'Did I just really kiss her?'

"I... I-I'm sorry," he finally managed to get out. He left her arms almost immediately and shuffled down the hall until he was in the safety of his office.

Catherine stood there, astounded, and blinked. She turned back to ask Nick and Warrick, wanting their opinion on Grissom's strange and sudden behavior, but she found that she was now alone in the hallway.

Inside his dark office, he paced the floor in front of his desk. He finally sat down, his elbows resting on top of his desk while his hands propped up his head. 'Great. Way to screw things up, Gil.' Once his eyes closed, her gentle touch and the kiss they had shared just a few minutes ago had come back to him. It was almost like she were there, resting against his chest. He could still smell her perfume on his jacket.

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Catherine quickly moved down the hall and entered to what was well known as the 'lab-rat domain'. She came to stand in front of Wendy, who had her eyes glued to a microscope.

"What's up, Cath," she muttered without looking up.

"I need your advice." This got Wendy's attention, making her look up.

"With...?"

"Gilkissedmeinthehallandthenjustwalkedawayfromme," she said all at once, making Wendy blink.

"I'm sorry. I don't speak retard." Catherine threw her a look and took a deep breath, fighting the blush that was threatening to rise in her cheeks.

"Gil kissed me."

"You're kidding me." Her jaw dropped. Catherine shook her head. "Why?"

"I don't know. He just kissed me and said he was sorry then walked away."

A smile started to spread across Wendy's face.

"Have you ever seen those movies when the quiet guy gets the girl in the end?"

"Like the James Bond movies?"

"James Bond isn't quiet."

"But he's smart."

"Are you comparing him to Gil," the lab-tech questioned. "Because incase you haven't noticed, James Bond has a different girl in every movie."

"And you're point?" Wendy sighed at Catherine's slowness and continued.

"Well think about it. Gil kisses you, walks away, and leaves you wondering. What's that tell you?" The blonde shrugged. "Do you know how those types of movies end?"

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Gil looked up when he heard his door open. Her figure came into view, making him stare back down at the papers on his desk. He heard the door close with such force, the attached blinds clanked against the glass. He listened to her heels click against his floor.

He could feel her stare from behind his desk, but he kept his eyes glued to the papers in his hands, now. The thin sheets shook in his trembling hands and she was just standing there.

It grew quiet, the only noise being their intense breathing.

He felt the papers slip from his hands and instead of staring at the typed words, he was now face to face with the low cut jeans that were snuggly worn by one Catherine Willows. The heat from her body flowed in the air, making him wonder if he was blushing or if was her that was causing him to suddenly grow hot around the neck.

He let his eyes travel up her body, taking in the way her shirt clung perfectly to her torso. She almost shuddered at his gaze, her tongue sneaking out to rest against her bottom lip as his eyes took in her form.

All the flirting over the years, all the looks, the phone calls and late night conversations, the shared dinners, the small moments between them; it had all led up to this exact moment. Everything seemed to flash before him as she leaned down faster than he could blink and kissed him. She rested her hands atop his shoulders as she pushed his chair back a little, giving her room to seat herself on his lap.

His hands were drawn to her hips, fitting perfectly between the two curves. Her hands rose to caress his face, the tips of her fingers brushing against his hairline. Her lips lingered against his once their kiss came to an end, neither one of them wanted to pull back just yet. As she whispered, their lips brushed against each others.

"What were you trying to tell me in the hall?"

Temptation was too much. He finally had her, so he kissed her again before answering her question. She pressed her body more into his, making sure he was fully trapped in the chair now, her legs on either side of his thighs.

"Was it important," she asked in a cracked voice. She weakly breathed out, feeling his lips latch onto her neck. She felt herself grind down on his lap at every nibble and suck he enforced on her sensitive skin.

"Tell me," she purred in his ear.

"I love you."

There it was. He said it and she heard it.

She licked her lips nervously, feeling her heart beat grow rapidly.

"I don't know if I made things worse or better by telling you, but I had to," he whispered against her neck. "I couldn't-"

"I love you too," she cut him off, shyly smiling at him. Neither wasted any time leaning for each other this time, their lips meeting in a hard, passionate kiss. As she shifted on his lap, slightly rising above him, their lips parted at the same time. Tongues dueled for control as moans and sighs escaped their throats. "It feels like I'm dreaming," she whispered. He narrowed his eyes and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Sweetheart, this isn't a dream."

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A/N: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, if you guys found any. I read over it a billion times, but I'm sure I missed something stupid and obvious. LOL. Reviews are MORE than welcome! It's the last chapter! (smiles) Let's see how many reviews I can get... (points to you guys) Make it happen!!