A/N: Hey all! I know its been ages and ages, and I want to thank everyone who has kept on reading and reviewing. This here is just a little something I've been working on, on and off. But its finally nearing completion, and my beautiful birthday girl fiancée wants it up- and she gets what she wants!

So obviously, this is for my lovely on her birthday, wishing her everything the best.


"God, I need sex." Catherine sat in Gil's office, her feet up on his desk, while he looked at some mystery files. She had been trying to get his attention for nearly five minutes, but so far she had barely received a grunt of recognition.

At this declaration, however, he looked up, "Excuse me?"

"Sex- I need it." Catherine ran a hand through her hair and tilted her chair back on one leg, "I think my libido is starting to affect my work."

"Really? How so?" Gil asked, curious and unaware of his friend's sarcasm.

"I was joking…kind of. I'm just frustrated."

"Why? How long has it been?"

Catherine blushed.

"Believe me, whatever it is, I've gone longer."

The redhead smiled, "Oh, I don't doubt that."

Gil frowned sternly, "How long?"

Catherine turned her head away and murmured something.

"What was that? Four months?"

Catherine coughed, "Um…four days."

"What?!" Grissom rolled his eyes, "You're complaining about four days of depravation? Cath, are you kidding me?"

"No! I'm serious! I'm really itching here, Gil!"

"Cry me a river. Do you know how long I've gone without?"

"Do I want to?"

"Four days…Catherine, people can go without water longer than that."

"Yeah, well, at the moment, I'm equating orgasms with oxygen and nobody makes it four minutes without that."

"So why don't you just call up one of the little buddies we all know you have on call, and take care of it?"

"I would resent that if I thought you meant it with anything but the best intentions."

"Which you know I do."

"Alright then. If you must know, I'm seeing someone. And it's the best sex I've ever had."

"But you haven't had it in four days." Grissom raised an eyebrow.

Catherine knew what he was thinking; Warrick and Sara had left for a conference four days ago. "Right."

"Because…" Gil knew he was fishing.

"Because it's source is otherwise engaged."


Catherine shifted awkwardly; she hadn't intended to go this far with this conversation.

"So, it's the best sex you've ever had? That's got to be saying something."

"I don't like what you're insinuating, dear friend."

"I just meant…"

"I know what you meant, and yes, it is saying something. It's the best everything I've ever had- I think this could be it, Gil."

"Uh-huh." Grissom just looked at her, "So, when are you going to be reconvening the love fest?"


Gil raised an eyebrow.


One raised an eyebrow became two eyebrows through the roof; Warrick and Sara came home the following day.

Catherine faltered; this was rapidly becoming a dangerous situation and she needed to get out of it fast. "Yeah, so, actually, tomorrow's not that far off, is it? Nope. So, there we go, nothing to worry about. Frustration will be remedied very soon." She stood up to go, "Thanks for listening, Gil."

"Catherine." Gil's voice was so low and solid that Catherine froze on the spot and spun to face her supervisor.

"Hmm?" she asked, looking at a spot over his shoulder rather than in his eye.

He sighed and shook his head, "Just let me know if you want to talk."

Catherine tried to look innocent and nodded, "Thanks."

And with that, she quietly left. Gil stared at the spot where she had been standing for several minutes before shaking himself and going back to his work.


Sara stared at herself in the bathroom mirror at the LAX Airport. She adjusted her shirt and fiddled with her hair. She checked her watch again. This was it. They would board the plane in less than twenty minutes and then it was barely an hour flight home. And then she would see Catherine.

Sara rummaged in her bag and pulled out the black velvet box that had been sitting in the bottom for the last two days, well; except for the times she was alone and pulled it out to look at it every twenty minutes. Opening it, she studied the contents.

It was a ring. The band was simple white gold, but the overabundance of small diamonds and sapphires more than made up for it. They were pear cut, and styled into an ornate blossom, mostly diamonds with the odd shimmering blue stone throughout.

It really wasn't Sara's taste, but it was Catherine's. Sara examined it with fervor, as if staring at it long enough would give her the desired outcome. The ring had cost a small fortune, nearly a year's pay- if she didn't eat. It didn't matter though, it would look perfect on Catherine's slender hand and she deserved it. What else did she have to spend money on anyway?

Sara snapped the box shut and tucked it out of sight. If she worked herself up any further she might not ever even ask Catherine. The brunette shouldered her bag and went back out to wait with Warrick.

Catherine and she had only been dating about two months, and it was going great, beyond great- it was the happiest time in Sara's life, and she thought that it just might be the same way for the redhead.

Of course, no one at work knew about them yet. Sara smiled to herself, they'll probably flip when the find out. And why wouldn't they?

Walking into the terminal, she saw Warrick wave her over. "What's up?" she asked.

Warrick pointed to an older couple in front of them, "This is Larry and Bernadette Lansky and their daughter was hurt in a car crash early this morning in Las Vegas, they need to get there right away."

Sara smiled sympathetically at them before turning back to Warrick.

"The flight is overbooked," he explained, "There's another one in an hour and they'll bump us to first class. I just figured…"

"Of course," Sara turned to the couple again, "Let's just talk with the airline agent and get this fixed."

The older woman was overjoyed and looked like she might cry. Inwardly, Sara sighed. It appeared that she wasn't going to be seeing Catherine for a little while longer, but really, what could she do? They arranged everything for the Lansky's to go in their place, and Sara collapsed in an uncomfortable airport chair and sighed. She thought about calling Catherine but decided against it. There was no need to bother her for an hour-long delay. Besides, it wasn't like she was picking her up at the airport. She'd call when she landed.


So? I know, a little short and a little boring, but I promise things heat up a bit in the next chapter- but you only get to see that if you, let's all say it together…REVIEW! I'm so glad you remember! Oh and Happy 4th to all my fellow yanks! Not that I don't love and respect the English, but seriously, that is the day we really kicked your asses! :O