•••

/I want you./

/I want to drink you down./

<nervous shifting>

“So…” Grissom began. “Where are you on the Pyramid homicide?”

/I want to take you./

/Hard./

/So hard you forget your name. /

/Your face. /

/Your precious job. /

/Everything but me./

<Yawn>

“Getting there. Waiting for Greg to finish his coffee and bring me the lab reports.”

“Good. While you’re waiting, why don’t you help Sara with the hit-and-run?”

“Sure.”

/Mine./

/MINE./

/Want./

/Need./

/Will have./

“Hey, Nick. You gonna help me or what?”

“Sure, Sara. Just a sec.”

“Yeah, fine. Bring the file with you.”

•••

/God, how can he just sit there like that? Like he doesn’t notice the way I stare. How can I not? Captain of the football team gorgeous, dark, dead sexy./

/I hate myself sometimes. After all, I’m lusting after a subordinate fifteen years my junior./

/How pathetic is that?/

/Catherine’s right. I should just stick to bugs./

“Grissom?”

/Speak of the devil…/

“Yeah?”

“I got the warrant.” Catherine waved a packet of papers under his nose.

“Grab Warrick.” Gil pulled on his jacket and followed Catherine out of his office.

“Fendetti?” Sara asked from her work console.

“Right in one.”

/Damn. Nobody should look like that in blue jeans./

Gil scowled. “Nick, go bother Greg. Those spectral analyses shouldn’t be taking this long.”

“You got it, boss.”

•••

Catherine and Warrick watched amusedly as Grissom scoured the Fendetti residence. “So…is he still checking out—“

“Nick? Yeah, like clockwork.” Catherine finished, grinning. “Sara said Nick was doing the same thing. Damned oblivious men.”

“Hey!” Warrick protested in mock offense. “It’s getting old. I wanna just lock them in a closet for a few hours.” He shook his head in resignation. “But it wouldn’t work, would it?”

“Maybe. Depends on the closet.” They both smiled at that.

“Are you two going to stand there, or actually do your job and process the scene?” Grissom spat, annoyed at his coworkers. “I’m sure Mr. Fendetti would prefer we get this done as soon as possible.” The gaunt accountant nodded a vigorous assent to the statement.

Warrick and Catherine just smirked and got to work, silently laughing at their frustrated, oblivious boss.