A/N: Hello! This is a fic describing the elaborated situations surrounding Cath and Gil’s seven minutes in heaven! Well, actually more like fifteen minutes, but who’s counting?! Any way, if you haven’t read my multi-chapter fic Decisions, Decisions, this story may not make sense, but I’ll try to make it as sensible as possible. There may be a couple of references that you may not understand. Thank y’all!

Disclaimer: Yeah…I kinda don’t own it…TPTB do…evil…

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Greg and Sofia grinned evilly at each other. This was the perfect plan. Their two supervisors had been tip-toeing on the edge of the truth for too long, and it was time they took a diving leap and admitted defeat, whether they had to be pushed or not.

“So, is every thing ready?” Greg said.

“Yup,” said Sofia. “Catherine is meeting me in lay out room seven in five minutes, and you know where to find Grissom.”

“Yup,” said Greg, grimacing. “That office just creeps me out, man.”

Sofia turned to him. “Greg, this is why you have been so previously unsuccessful in the dating department. You don’t call your girl friend ‘man’.”

“Oh,” said Greg. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” said Sofia. “Just a fun fact!”

Greg chuckled at her. “So, commencing plan ‘a’, now.”

Greg exited the small lay out room in which Sofia and him had congregated – lay out room one – and began making his way down the hall that lead to Grissom’s office. He passed the Break room on his way. He saw Nick, Warrick, Sara, and the back of a blond head which he recognized as Lindsay, Catherine’s teen-aged daughter. As Greg passed, he saw Lindsay cover her eyes and he heard a faint singing. Some thing like, “Get a room! Get a room!”

Grinning and shaking his head at the blonde, he continued on his way past until he came to Grissom’s office. Putting a panicked expression on his face, Greg sprinted into the room.

“Grissom! Come quick!” Greg exploded at his supervisor.

“Greg,” said Grissom. “That is hardly a way to act in a work place.”

“Some thing’s wrong with Catherine!” Greg yelled.

Grissom’s head snapped up. “What?”

“I don’t know!” Greg yelled. “Just hurry, Grissom!”

Grissom jumped up and followed closely behind Greg. Greg led him to the door of the supplies closet, once again going past the break room, where Sara was on the phone. Greg grinned, seeing that Sofia had succeeded in her part of the plan. A very confused looking Catherine stood next to her.

“Catherine!” cried Grissom.

“Gil!” Catherine said at the same time.

“What’s wrong!?” they both cried at each other. Sofia, unnoticed by all but Greg, slipped behind the pair and opened the closet.

“Huh, but I thought-,” Catherine and Grissom, once again playing a strange game of ‘promise to repeat’, turned to Sofia and Greg. “You two-!”

“So nice talking with you,” said Greg. Herding both of them into the closet. “But, we’ve gotta go.”

“Greg!” said Catherine.

“Buh-bye,” said Greg, closing the closet. He turned to Sofia. “Good job.”

“You, too,” replied Sofia.

“You know, this isn’t the only closet in the whole lab,” Greg waggled his eye brows.

“Hmm,” said Sofia. “Shall we go on a scavenger hunt for said closets?”

Greg grinned and they headed off.

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Meanwhile, in one of those cluster phobic crevices we call closets…

“Idiot,” said Catherine. “Thinks he can lock me in a closet…” Catherine went to open the door, but found it locked. “That’s weird…” she pulled on it. “Stupid door…” she pulled on it with all her might, but couldn’t seem to open it.

“All the closets in this lab lock from the inside,” said Grissom.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” said Catherine.

Grissom shook his head. “Have I ever kidded you?”

“No…” Catherine said. “Crap…” she slid down the door and put her head in her hands. “This is just what I need today.”

“It’s okay,” said Grissom. His voice sounded much closer and Catherine looked up to see him kneeling beside her. He smiled and set a hand on her back. “I mean, Greg and Sofia can’t leave us in here forever, they don’t have the power.”

Catherine smiled at him. Blue met blue in a flurry of heat rushing to both their faces. “You have beautiful eyes.” Catherine commented. The second she said that, she wished she had just kept her mouth closed. Sara was right; she did have a big one…

“I shouldn’t have said that,” said Catherine, trying to right her wrong. And there goes the other foot, Willows…

Grissom did a half grin and looked at her. “I was just about to say the same thing,” he said.

“Oh,” apparently, feet being inserted in mouths was some thing Gil Grissom was used to having happen around him, because he handled Catherine’s fumble perfectly. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome, miss Willows,” said Grissom. He slid down the rest of the door and sat beside her. Unconsciously, he grabbed her hand and began running his finger over the top of Catherine’s fingers.

“I have an idea,” said Catherine. She reached into her hair, and searched around for some thing. “Darn it; must have fallen out…”

“What?” Grissom asked, turning to her.

“My bobby-pin,” said Catherine. She threw her hands up and growled in frustration. “Great, the one day we get locked in a closet, and I don’t have a bobby-pin to pick the lock with…”

“Well, one doesn’t exactly come to work prepared to be locked in a closet,” said Grissom, offering what little comfort her knew how to deliver.

Catherine snorted. “When you work with Greg Sanders, you might as well.”

“Point taken,” said Grissom, shrugging agreeably.

“Hey, maybe we could find some thing in the boxes up there,” said Catherine, pointing with her free hand, the one that wasn’t currently being held very comfortably by Gil’s at the moment, to the piles of supplies on the shelves above.

“Maybe…” said Gil. “It’s worth a try.”

“Gimme a boost,” said Catherine, standing up. Grissom followed her movement. Catherine’s hand slid out of his grasp. Grabbing her around the waist, Grissom lifted her so that her feet could rest on the first shelf while she rummaged on the top one. He held on to her hips, just so that she wouldn’t fall.

“I’m not finding any thing,” said Catherine. She looked down at Gil, who let go of her hips as she hopped down. “That was a bust.”

“Well, this closet is the place where we store gloves and lab supplies,” said Grissom, looking around. “Probably not where you would find too much door-picking supplies.”

“This day officially sucks,” said Catherine. “And it’s going to suck for Greg and Sofia too, once I get my hands on them…”

“Well,” said Grissom. “I’m sorry, but, I think you’re going to need a little help with killing two people.”

“Yeah?” said Catherine. “Who’s going to help me?”

“Me,” said Grissom. “With your expertise in blood spatter, and my knowledge of bugs, we could make it look like Greg killed Sofia, then himself.”

“Murder-suicide,” said Catherine. “I like the way you think.”

“I thought you would,” said Grissom. Their eyes once again met. And, before Catherine knew it, to her shock and amusement, Gil Grissom was pinning her to a wall.

“What’cha doin’?” Catherine inquired of him, as though she had just found him reading some thing and wanted to know what it was.

“I got some advice a little while ago,” said Grissom.

“Yeah?” said Catherine. “What would that be?”

“I’m not sure,” said Gil. “I can’t remember what to do after pinning you against a wall…”

Catherine grinned. “Did it by any chance have some thing to do with this?” and Catherine Willows, felling daring and witty, did what she had wanted to do for more than eleven years; she kissed Gil Grissom.

When they broke apart, Catherine grinning maniacally, Grissom not quite there but getting to it, he said, “Yes I think it definitely had some thing to do with that…”

“For future reference, that’s called planting one, Gil,” said Catherine, before leaning in and ‘planting one’ on Gil again.

Catherine slipped her tongue into his mouth, this time, taking the kiss to whole new levels. Catherine, feeling triumph, removed his glasses, and she smiled into the kiss when she felt her shirt being undone. One button, two button, three button, WAA!

Catherine realized for the first time that the wall she had been pinned to was actually a door. Said door had just opened and she and Gil took a backwards tumble towards the ground.

“Jesus Christ!” Catherine jumped up, re-buttoning her blouse.

“Having fun?” inquired a sly voice from above them. Catherine saw Sara Sidle standing above them with a smirk.

“Yes!” said Catherine. “And if you hadn’t interrupted-.”

“Too much information!” said Sara, covering her ears. She began walking in the other direction.

“Hey,” said Catherine, suddenly remembering the reason they had been put in that prison in the first place. “Do you know where Greg and Sofia are?”

“In the lab, I’m guessing?” the brunet replied.

Catherine turned and began walking off in the direction of the DNA lab, a timid Gil close behind.

“Catherine, you’re not going to kill them, are you?” he asked.

“Hell, no!” cried Catherine. “I’m going to thank them.” They continued on their way down the hall. “Then kill them.”

And, aside from Gil and Catherine, no-one would ever know what happened in the closet that day, and that wasn’t about to change…

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A/N: TAH DAH! That’s it. How’d you like it? You like it? You love it? You hate it so much you want to hit me in the head until I promise to never ever write fanfiction again? Tell me in a review! Creative criticism, flames, and death threats all welcome!