Part 8/8

"In a shock decision today, Catherine Grissom, daughter of Las Vegas mogul Sam Braun, was cleared of any liability in tampering with evidence concerning the rapist Michael D'Angelo. Mrs Grissom was accused of tampering with evidence to please her husband, Gil Grissom, the supervisor of the graveyard shift at the Las Vegas CSI lab…"

"Turn it off," Catherine growled, her hand slipping under the covers.

"Yes dear," Gil said mockingly, switching off the TV. He pulled her into his arms. "How are you doing?"

She looked up at him a predatory gleam in her eye. "I was doing fine until you interrupted."

He smiled and kissed her gently. "I'm serious, Cath."

"So am I," she replied, locking her eyes with his. A few moments later, she sighed and flopped onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. "Fine, I'm fine."

He rolled over her, staring into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

She nodded and held him to her. "As much as I hate to admit it, you were right about Sara. I mean, I still don't like her…but she probably won the case."

"You won the case," he reminded her, kissing her.

Catherine grinned. "Yes, but Sara's unbridled hostility towards me assured the judge that she wouldn't lie for me."

Gil rolled his eyes. "You two really have it in for each other." He puffed his chest out a little. "Kind of ego boosting that it's about me."

Catherine poked his chest. "Now THAT'S something I won." She winked and kissed him deeply.

"What?" Gil asked, when they pulled apart for air.

"You're mine. And Sara can't have you."

Gil smiled broadly at her. "Cath, darling, she never had a chance."

FINIS