Catherine awoke the next morning to sunrays beating down through the small portholes. She moaned, pulling the covers over her head. The light from the sun still seeped through and that was when Catherine realized she was naked. Without thinking she threw the covers off her head and turned to side of the bed in which Gil usually slept on. He was no where to be seen.
Catherine sat up in the king sized bed, the silk sheets wrapped close to her breasts as she rubbed her tired eyes. She had sat up to fast in the bed as all the blood rushed from her head making her feel queasy. She moved her finger to her hair feeling the tangles and knots that had formed in it over night. Catherine attempted to smooth them out with her fingers when she heard the toilet flush.
Gil emerged from the bathroom that was big enough to fit one person standing up right. It was connected to the massive bedroom that was done with expensive paintings and furnished table and chairs. The bedroom could services as the dinning room as well. The whole yacht was a floating palace that made mansions on land look meek. Catherine wished she lived in a boat instead of her house, but then again, where would you park a twenty foot yacht in the desert?
Gil smiled at his confused and disorientated wife. Like Catherine, he too was naked. Unlike his wife he was still a little hung over from the alcohol binge they endured together the previous night. Gil staggered through the bedroom, kicking an empty bottle of wine and almost getting his feet tangled up in Catherine�s bunched up sundress. He flopped back onto the bed, making the whole matrices bounce under his weight.
Catherine stared at her husband with a smile on her face. Sun was coming in through the windows illuminating his pale skin. He looked like a god to Catherine. His piercing blue eyes starting at her with love and passion and a drunken smile plastered across his lips. She never knew why she had suppressed these feelings she had for him for so long. However she was glad she came out of her shell and admitted them or this romantic getaway would have never happened.
�Good morning Princess,� Gil whispered. The pungent smell of liquor could be tasted on his breath as he kissed his wife.
He guided his wife back on her back on the mattress, his lips never leaving hers. They began to wander further down her body, caressing her neck and collarbone. Catherine moaned with each new kiss he planted on her skin running her hands through his salt and pepper hair. She never wanted this to end. Catherine could feel his body resting on top of hers and she didn�t care that it was slowly sucking the oxygen out of her lungs. The presence of him hovers over her like a spirit was intoxicating enough. She was love struck in the cruelest of ways.
Gil arched his back. Straddling his meaty and muscular legs over his wife�s small and limber body that was cocooned under the warm covers, hiding its beauty and grace. He stared into Catherine�s luscious eyes, seeing the need and want for desire twinkling in the pupils. Gil ran his fingers through her soft silky hair hearing her moaning for more. He knew that playing with her hair was something his wife enjoyed. Gil ran the tips of his fingers over Catherine�s shoulder and down her arms, watching her body twitch ever so slightly with passion.
Catherine stared up at her husband, her fingers grazing his cheek and the scruff of hair that was on his chin. Before going on the trip Gil had decided to shave his beard, but Catherine made him keep a little, for she loved the hair he had on his face. Her finger lingered, moving down to the curls of hair he had on his well built chest. She simply adored men with hairy chests, and Gil was no acceptation. There was something about a man, who was not afraid to show off his body hair, not ashamed of having hair growing all over them that turned Catherine on. She judged that by the more hair a man had on her chest the more mature, and experienced they were. In more ways than one.
She couldn�t believe how lucky she was to have Gil in her life. He was everything to her, he was her rock. If something ever happened to him, heaven forbid, she would be lost. She would have no more direction in her life; she would be a dog without their owner. Raising both Caitlyn and Lindsey on her own would be enough of a challenge. She had attempted and succeeded with Lindsey when Eddie had up and left. However, two girls, one who is just learning the word no and the other who through just as many tantrums as the two year old would drive Catherine insane.
Catherine needed Gil there for support. Just not for support with their children, but also for support when the goings get tough. When she has tough cases she has to deal with at the Crime lab, or when she is just having a bad day and nothing seems to be going as planned. Those are the times she is glad she can go home, snuggle up on the couch with her husband and cup of hot chocolate and cry, or watch a movie, or just cuddle.
Catherine coiled her arm around his sweaty neck, bringing his face closer to hers, bringing his lips inches away from her chapped ones. She longed for a kiss, she longed for a caress, and she longed for sex. Catherine licked her dry lips, feeling the saliva run over the groves in her bottom lip. The smell of liquor was strong; however Catherine trained herself to ignore it. All she thought about was Grissom inside her, riding her, pleasing her in every way imaginable. Catherine arched her back bringing their lips to a lock giving him a long and passionate kiss, snaking her tongue in between his parted lips, showing seduction and want.
Gil broke his lips away from Catherine�s needing to take a breath after their magical kiss. He watched as Catherine stared deeply into his blue eyes. The expression on her face reading one thing; Sex. He smiled pulling back the covers, slowly unveiling the rest of her magnificent body. Catherine just smiled letting out a small giggle with a moan, urging Gil to touch her, to kiss her body, to lick her breasts, to caress her dying skin.
Suddenly, a large crash impaled the side of the boat, shaking the whole bedroom violently. It was so violent that it flung Gil�s body off of Catherine and across the floor into the wall. His temple grazed the corner of the nightstand before her plummeted to the ground with a thump.
Another jolt came, this time from the other side of the boat. It shook Catherine like a rag doll across the king sized bed. She attempted to claw at the head board, giving her something to grab on to before she ended up on top of Gil but it was useless. That was when she realized the boat must be tossing around like a child�s toy in the middle of some nasty waves on the ocean. Catherine looked to her right seeing her husband sitting on the floor, rubbing his sore temple as a small trickle of blood came from the wound he sustained.
�Sweetheart,� Catherine said as another wave came crashing down on the boat.
The wave was so hard that when Catherine sat up to take a look at her husband her head when snapping back, almost as if it were about to snap off of her neck and smashed into the headboard.
�Cath, are you alright?� Gil questioned. He attempted to stand up as the boat was rocking heavily in the waves. He attempted to keep his balance but it was easier said than done.
Gil teetered, pressing his hands against the right hand wall, hoping that would help him keep his balance. It was useless. His sweaty hands slipped against the wooden paneling and he plummeted back to the floor shielding his face with his arms. Thankfully there was one of the discarded pillows from the previous night�s events there to break his fall.
Catherine shook her head from the throbbing pain that was pounding from the front of her skull. She felt her head, dabbing with her fingertips to see if she was bleeding anywhere. Thankfully she wasn�t. Quickly Catherine scanned the cluttered floor looking for Gil�s t-shirt to cover her body with. She wanted to go out to the boat deck and see what was causing these horrid waves. She wanted to find the shirt before another one of those wretched things hits the boat for a third time.
�Gil did you anchor the boat last night?� Catherine questioned.
Before Gil could even answer another wave hit the boat sending Catherine into a backwards summer salt on the other side of the bed. She landed hard on the floor, a few feet away from the empty wine bottle that could have caused some serious damage if it impaled her. She reached out with her left hand and grabbed Gil�s t-shirt that was in a ball beside her dress. Catherine quickly pulled it over her head as it dangled down to her knee caps. She was determined to figure out the source of these waves, even if it meant pain or death in the process.
Catherine got on her hands and knees, not chancing standing up in this rickety boat and scampered across the floor. She grabbed onto the wooden banister that led up the small stair case to the galley and main salon. Catherine could feel her fingers slipping along the wood. Just as she was pulling her body into the up into an upright position another wave impaled the side of the yacht.
Catherine�s small, light body slammed into the wall, thankfully opposite the banister as her head bounced off more wood. Her whole body was throbbing; she could feel bruises beginning to form on her shoulders and legs. Catherine eyed her husband who was still attempting to get off the floor on the far side of the bed.
�Catherine where are you going?� Gil asked seeing his wife was attempting to clamber the stairs.
The boat was swaying now, back and forth like a child�s sea saw. Both Catherine and Gil�s stomachs felt like they were turning upside down with sickness. Would this ever end? Catherine ignored her husband calling out her name, trying to get her to stop ascending the stairs. She grabbed the railing, squeezing her hand around it even tighter, hoping to god another wave wouldn�t rock the boat. If one came while she was climbing the stairs she would be shot backwards, tumbling down the steps and getting seriously injured.
Gil tried to get up, tried to chase after his wife, not wanting her to get injured while gallivanting off somewhere. However his sea sickness was beginning to kick in from all the rocking and swaying and was trying his best to keep his stomach contents where they were suppose to be. He shut his eyes, attempting to stop the swaying, trying to concentrate on something else to calm his stomach and his nerves. When he opened his eyes a few seconds later, his wife who was at the stairs no more than two minutes ago, had vanished.
Catherine had made it into the small hallway that was at the top of the stairs thankfully before another wave hit the boat. The pictures that lined the hallways were all turned on there sides, some of them had fallen off their hooks and smashed onto the hardwood floor below. Glass was littered everywhere and Catherine had to be careful where she stepped in her bare feet. She hugged the wall, not chancing another wave, and headed towards the galley. She wanted to get out to the boat deck to see if she was trapped in a storm, or worse.
When Catherine reached the galley the whole place was a disaster. Pots and pans that were once hanging from the metal racks above the island were clanking against one another like two symbols in a marching band. Food that once lined the numerous oak cupboards was all over the floor and counters, the doors looking as if they were about to fall of their hinges. Packages of spaghetti and other noodles had popped open spilling all over the floor. Cans of soup and sauces rolled across the floor, in between Catherine�s feet and out towards the hallway. Some of the glass containers had been smashed open, sauces dribbling down the sides of cupboards and pooling in certain sections of the floor.
Cautiously Catherine stepped through the kitchen, keeping all of her body weight resting on the tips of her toes. Gingerly she maneuvered herself around the shards, praying that no more waves could come. If they did she would be tossed into a pit of glass, injuring herself, or possibly dying. She made it passed the kitchen, narrowly escaping stepping on one of the dinner forks that was tossed on the floor from the dinning table.
The blinds were shut; leaving the storm that Catherine assumed was brewing outside on the sea away from her eyes. Catherine grabbed on to the door that led from the dinette to the boat deck. She flung the white washed wooden door and stepped out on to the deck, half expecting to step into high winds and pelting rain.
It was the strangest thing Catherine had ever seen in her life. The ocean was dead calm, not a wave could be seen for miles. Catherine tilted her throbbing head up towards the sky and expected to see dark grey clouds that looked to burst with water. Instead the sky was blue, with white fluffy clouds lining the sky, hiding the hot sun for the moment.
Catherine quickly ran across the deck, her feet pounding against the wood, just as hard as her heart in her chest. She wanted to see if the boat had pulled up along side a patch of rocks and that was the source of all the tossing around. Catherine literally slammed her body into the railing, as her upper torso leaned over the side. There was nothing there but ocean. She couldn�t even tell if the yacht had drifted lots in the evening because they were still in the middle of the ocean just like they were the last time she remembered being on the boat deck. Quickly, she shielded her eyes with her hand resting on her brow. Catherine scanned the horizon looking for a land marking, or another boat, anything above the water within eye sight. There was nothing.
�GIL!� Catherine screamed. She was unable to make sense of any of this.
Gil could hear his wife high pitch scream from the boat deck as if she were still in the room with him. The cabin seemed to be leveled out, slight swaying was still going, but nothing like it was before. Gil decided to chance it, and stood up, running to the stairs, and taking them two at a time. He took his time through the demolished galley, making sure not to injure himself anymore than what he had already and busted through the door, ignoring the beautiful weather. At first he didn�t see his wife, but when he turned to look behind him when he saw her staring out to the ocean.
Gil ran over to the other side of the boat, his pattering of his feet were silence to Catherine�s ears as she did not flinch at the sound of someone approaching her. The sun was beating down now on her flushed face, as tears that fell from her eyes glinted in the light. Gil grabbed a hold of Catherine�s shoulders spinning her around to face him. He could see the fear and confusion registering in her blue eyes as more tears welled in her eyes.
�What�s the matter Catherine?� Gil asked, taking no noticed to the weather.
�The-how-I� Catherine muttered making as much sense as a person experiencing convulsions.
Gil then realized the hot sun that was homing in on his sweaty neck. If waves like they had encountered earlier had been slamming into the side of the boat, the weather on the ocean would have to be fierce, like a storm. Instead it was calm, crystal blue water, and bright sunshine. He now understood while his wife was confused.
�Why is this happening to us,� Catherine whispered, catching Gil�s attention.
Gil grabbed his wives hands, squeezing them tight, as she moved her body towards him. She began to weep into his shoulder, her tears almost stinging his boiling skin. Gil ran his hands through her hair, feeling the dampness the sea air had caused Catherine�s hair to become.
This trip that used to be a romantic getaway was beginning to turn into a nightmare. First there was that little girl that Catherine had believed she saw on the plane. Gil never thought anything about this until now, but he figured there had to be some sort of connection between the girl and these mysterious waves. Nothing on this trip was going to be overlooked from now on.
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