She felt ill. No that was an understatement, to say she felt ill suggested that she perhaps had a slight cold that wouldn't quite present itself as full blown flu so she could call in sick but also made her feel like she couldn't really be bothered to go to work. That wasn't it, at this moment Catherine Willows felt that if she dared to sit up in bed then the lemon chicken that Sofia had made her the previous evening would make reappearance and she was fairly sure it wouldn't be as good the second time tasting it. Now at this point any sane individual would have rolled over and told her girlfriend, who had the night off, that she didn't feel up to going to work this evening and would she phone Gil for her as she couldn't move let alone go pick up the phone and call work. That's what a sane person would do unfortunately Catherine wasn't sane she was for want of a better word insane so instead she aimed herself, slightly unsteadily, towards the shower and got ready for work.
Things didn't seem to look up any when she got to work. In fact things had gone steadily downhill since getting in the shower. Lindsey her darling daughter had upon deciding she would go to a friends for the evening used up all the hot water, so the shower was luke warm at best and the towel that was left on the radiator was damp, add to that the continuing nausea and the coffee that she would usually consume at this point was switched to water and dry toast. The drive to work was no improvement Vegas was the only place she could think of where the rush hour never stopped even when you started work close to midnight, the only consolation she could think of at this point was that once she got to work at least she wouldn't have to drive, that's what Warrick or Greg were there for.
Upon entering the break room she discovered the boys playing on their playstation and Sara engrossed in a forensics journal to such a degree that no-one had noticed the coffee maker boil dry and leave a stewed coffee smell lingering in the room. Her nausea returned. Catherine went to her office to do paperwork it seemed the safest option, either that or throw up. After an hour of paperwork all she had to show for it was a desk still full of paperwork and now a headache. At least it was a slow night.