A/N: Random events that take place in the break room. Have fun.

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Catherine sat in the break room in the middle of her shift. Tears trailed down her face. Catherine didn't usually show her feelings, not like this and most definitely not at work. But she couldn't hold the tears back. Couldn't keep from expressing the pain she felt from this…this… injustice.

She was so caught up in her grief that she didn't notice Grissom swiftly enter the room.

He opened the fridge, intent on finding God knows what, when he heard Catherine sniffle. Grissom stood to his full height and turned to look at his colleague.

Catherine's eyes and nose were red from crying and sniffling. Her hands clutched a coffee mug that sat in front of her, apparently untouched.

Grissom had come across a crying Catherine before. But every time she had gone to him for comfort, this was different. Grissom didn't know what to do if she didn't ask for help.

"Catherine?" he asked softly.

She responded with a slow head shake. Not one that said 'no', one of disbelief. Grissom moved cautiously to sit across from Catherine.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Catherine continued to shake her head as she slowly pushed the coffee mug towards Grissom. He gave her a questioning look. Grissom took the mug and raised an eyebrow in question, to which Catherine only replied with a sniffle.

Grissom observed the coffee mug carefully. After deciding that nothing looked out of the ordinary, he took a generous sip. Almost immediately, Grissom understood Catherine's tears.

Oh my God, thought Grissom. It didn't even taste like coffee. It tasted like…hell Grissom couldn't find the right words to describe this mystery liquid pretending to be coffee.

Grissom's confusion was very much apparent on his face. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Why, he thought. Over and over again, that was all he asked himself. A lone tear trailed down his cheek. Grissom, not use to such sensation, wiped his cheek with a look of bemusement.

"I made one cup before that one." Catherine said quietly, "I thought it was something I did but…" Words failed her as she relived the experience. "So I dumped it." she said, her voice cracking, "When I tasted that cup, I knew. Grissom, I just knew." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Grissom's heart went out to Catherine. She didn't taste the 'coffee' once like he had. No, she tasted it twice.

His hand reached across the table and covered hers. Catherine gave a smile of thanks. She also smiled because she knew Grissom would find out who made that crap in the coffee pot and give them a few choice words.

Catherine and Grissom's moment was broken by Jim Brass.

"You guys drank the coffee, didn't you?" he said from the doorway. Brass didn't really need an answer. Grissom's moist cheek was answer enough.

"Did you?" Catherine asked quietly.

Jim visibly shuddered at the memory. He'd been trying to get the taste out of his mouth for almost an hour.

"If I find the bastard that made it, I'm gonna tear him a new ass." His tone was lighthearted, but the three of them knew he was serious.

"Starbucks on me?" Brass offered.

Catherine wiped her face as Grissom stood up. The three of them knew this incident would never be spoken of again…at least not without a bottle of Scotch.