�Cath, are you sure we can afford this trip? I mean this sound�s very expensive.� Gil asked as he looked over the colourful brochures his wife plopped down in front of him moments ago.
�Gil would you quit worrying about money, every time we talk about that we sound like an old married couple.� Catherine replied as she began scrubbing the breakfast dishes.
As usual, her helpers, sixteen year old Lindsey and two year old Caitlyn were no where to be seen. Gil glanced up from the tropical pamphlet and stared at his wife over the rim of his glasses.
�We are an old married couple.� Gil replied.
Catherine turned and flicked a few soap bubbles at her husband. �I don�t know about you, but I sure as hell don�t feel old.�
Catherine was forty-five years old and would not call her self �old� until she at least reached her sixties. She and Gil�s youngest daughter Caitlyn kept both her mom and dad on their toes. She was just entering her dart, dash and fling stage, making messes in every room and running off in department stores. If it wasn�t for Kate, Catherine would feel a lot older than what she was.
Gil knew that his wife was right. She was always right. Catherine was a very unique woman, very head strong and outspoken, however always a mother first and a CSI second. Everything about her amazed Gil, her beauty, her heart and her gracefulness. Gil had never had such strong feelings for a single person in his life; including Lady Heather. Catherine was his soul mate.
�You never did tell me how we were going to pay for this trip?� Gil pressured, resuming both of their minds back to the financial situation at hand.
Catherine shook her wet hands in the sink and wiped them down the sides of her jean shorts. It was only June and the desert sun was blistering more than ever. She walked over to Gil, the flip-flop of her sandals heard across the tile floor. She wrapped her suntanned arms around her husband�s neck, peering down at the pamphlet over his shoulder. Catherine was so close that Gil could smell the peaches in her shampoo.
�I�m not sure yet.� Catherine whispered as she heard her husband let out a large sigh.
Gil was about to protest when Catherine cut him off, �However, I do know that I want to do something special for out five year anniversary.�
�You call a Yacht in the middle of the ocean near Bermuda special?� Gil questioned.
"Well,� Catherine said giving Gil a peck on the cheek. �It is unique�and�private.�
Grissom raised an eyebrow in skepticism. He knew exactly what his wife was thinking about, and it was perfectly acceptable considering it was there fifth anniversary. It was a milestone in their marriage and this trip had to be special, and a trip to Bermuda didn�t sound too bad. A week away from their two year old terror and rebellious teenage daughter would be special enough. Then there was work, a break from death and corpses would be nice to have too. Also getting away from desert and moving towards some nice cool water would be a great change. In his mind he had made his decision. They were going to Bermuda.
�Pack your bags,� Gil stated and smiled turning in his chair, giving her a kiss.
Catherine grinned and hugged her husband�s shoulder tightly giving him another kiss on the cheek. She looked deep into his blue eyes and replied;
�I already have. Our plane leaves in six hours.�
Gil sat dumbfounded as Catherine finished the dishes
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