Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Just a modest fan and writer.

A/N: A Catherine/Warrick ficlet. What I imagine may have happened in the lab if Catherine needed some "cheering up". Sorry, but it's implied that Warrick is still married in this one.

Ficlet 06: Still Got It

He arrived in early, expecting someone else to be there. 'Will wonders never cease...' he thought.

No Sara. No Grissom. He was in before the early birds.

He walked over to brew himself a pot of coffee, and soon he heard some footsteps.
'There's someone now. Probably Sara.'

As soon as she walked in, he could tell something was up. She looked tired, and he watched her as she walked towards the couch, and slumped down. Her head rested on the arm rest beside her.

"Is something wrong, Cath?"
When she didn't answer him, he figured she didn't hear him. He strode over and sat on a nearby chair, "You okay?"
She lifted her head and heaved a sigh. "Just a fight with Lindsey. It shouldn't get to me but... never mind."
"A fight? What was it about this time," he asked her.

Lately those two had been getting into heated arguments. She wasn't one to back down, but at that moment she looked just that.

"We got into this big argument over her curfew. It escalated in to me 'neglecting her' and her failing grades. She said I didn't understand and she... she called me old!" Catherine put a hand to her forehead, finally glad to have gotten that off her chest.
Warrick was trying not to chuckle, Catherine heard him and raised her head to look at him.
"You're not... laughing are you?" She looked like she was ready to tear his throat out.

"No... is that what was bothering you? Your daughter thinks you're old?"
Catherine frowned at him, "I'm sure as hell not young! I might as well be... an old milk maid!"
"Catherine, you've got it all wrong. I don't know why she said it, but she was obviously trying to push your buttons. Believe me, you're no milk maid."
He got up and walked to the coffee pot.

"So, I'm not a milk maid. What am I then?" she looked at him, almost daring him to answer.
"Alright, you want to know?" Catherine just gave him a look as if to say 'give me a break'.

Warrick put his cup down, "I think you are a vibrant, beautiful, exciting, kind, sexy woman." he paused to survey her expression, "But that's just me."
She stared at him for a minute before replying, "You didn't say I wasn't old."
Warrick laughed, "Cath, you're definitely not old."
"Thank you," she said in a low voice.

Now she was getting warmed up, "You seriously think so?"
"I seriously do."
"You're not just humoring me," she warned him.
"I'm not. I know you could have any guy eating out of your hands if you wanted to. You just need to find the right guy," he advised.
"Like a guy who's not married," she gave him a suggestive smirk.
"That would be best," he raised an eyebrow, knowing what she was implying.
"Well... thanks for the advice. I feel a lot better," Catherine sighed, and beamed at him.

Warrick watched as she walked out the door. He let out a soft whistle.
"She's still got it."

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This is something I can actually picture happening at the lab. Anyway, if you liked the story or didn't like it, review and tell me. Thanks for reading