Author's Note:Incredibly short chapter, I know! But no worries, readers; I'm already to work on Chapter 3 and I have an outline of Chapter 4 in my head. I've tried to implement, what I think, could be some of Keppler's humour, so please bear with me.

Summary: Alternate ending of 7x15/ Laws of Gravity. I guess you could call this Kiwi or Cath/ Keppler. Kiwi is short, sweet and when it comes to Keppler, fuzzy...I love the scene where Cath talks to him after he gets out of the shower...he looks absolutely fab in a muscle shirt...ooooh...drools at Liev Schreiber's lovely chest hair and muscles..PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

Rating is K+, but I may just change it to T for future chapters, who knows?

Disclaimer: The Day I own CSI is the day that someone goes up to David Caruso and actually tells him to stop being so repititous! I love David, but the constant repeating gets on my nerves at times. Also, for backup insurance, when cows learn how to educate monkeys.

Chapter 2

"So, you're saying I suck at singing?" Catherine had tried her hardest to pass off a sarcastic air, but her voice cracked and tears were falling fast down her porclain cheeks.

"No, I think you sound like an angel. Unfortunately, angels get their asses kicked on American Idol; personally, I blame it on the crappy voting system," his throat was dry like sandpaper and the words coming from his mouth sounded like it as well. Reaching slowly for her hand, his fingers laced into hers, "Why you cryin, Cath?"

She scoffed, looking in disbelief, "Mike! You got shot. You were this close to death! Why do you think I'm crying?!"

"You shouldn't be crying over an S.O.B like me."

"Mike, my whole life has been surrounded by S.O.Bs; any of my exes, my father, hell, even the guys at lab have their days. But you, you are not an S.O.B, you're a good man. Of all the men that've ever been close to me, you're the only one I've ever been afraid of losing."

"But, Cath...," she pressed two fingers gently on his mouth, her eyes a defiant fire and her tears were fueling it;

"No, let me finish, Mike. You may think you're not worth it, cuz you're a dirty cop, but guess what? I'm just as dirty as you. You're a damn good cop with a few smudges, that's all."

"You're an amazing woman, you know that?" he gave his best attempt at a smile; the trauma and loss of blood he had had caused tremendous strain on his body, "I'd kiss you right this instant, but I can't even move my damn pinky finger, let alone my lips very well."

"I'll take care of that," gently she kissed him on the mouth, "You know what else I'm gonna take care of?"

"Hmm?"

"You."

Mike's pallor decreased to that of waxy white, "You can't take care of me," his eyes grew distant, "From all that I've done, I've got at least twenty-five to life."

"Really?" her eyes grew bright, like that of a Himilayan cat, and her smile was filled with an overwhelming feline confidence that only a woman could ever have, " We'll see about that."

So? You like it? I know it's short, but there will be more to come! Please review and tell me what you guys think, I would absolutely love your input and such!