TITLE: Immature

AUTHOR: Saz

PAIRING: G/C

RATING: G

EMAIL: flotterbum@netscape.net

SUMMARY: A little follow up to Fahrenheit 932. Grissom gets his own back.

~*~

He walks through the room quietly, careful not to make any sound. She's absorbed in her work, oblivious to his presence.

He stands behind her, leans forward without touching her as his lips move closer to her ear.

"Am I disturbing you?" he whispers softly.

She leaps out of her seat, hand pressed to her chest, breathing labored. "Shit, Gil, don't sneak up on me like that! This isn't a game!"

He smiles that endearing half-smile. "I never said it was, Cath."

He takes her hand, pulls her into his arms. "You *do* look sexy when you're frightened, my dear."

~*~ Fin ~*~