I own nothing, unfortunately. Again, response to my own challenge. Not sure if this will go anywhere. If YOU do your own story involving catherine and werewolves then it would GREATLY encourage me to continue. :) :) Hint, hint... :)

Actual Challenge: Story, Catherine main character, werewolves are real. That is all. :)

Catherine quickly downed a cup of coffee before meeting Grissom for the autopsy.

They'd spent hours at the scene gathering evidence as best they could considering much of the area was all sand. The body was too butchered to make out what kind of weapon had been used and much of her clothing had been ripped away, presumably when she was being slashed up.

They'd bagged and tagged the few things they did find as quickly as possible before it too was blown away by the cold desert wind. Heading back to the lab, Catherine had been quiet. Mostly trying not to fall asleep and to calm the ever growing nausea in her stomach, but also because she couldn't shake the weird feeling she had about this murder. Maybe that was why she was sick to her stomach. Gosh, she hoped so. She really didn't have the time to be out sick.

They really were at a loss regarding evidence and were hoping Doc had something for them.

Now, throwing her cup into the trashcan and heading down the long hallway, the weird feeling returned. It wasn't something she could put her finger on. It was just...odd. She just knew that whatever it was that had happened wasn't what it seemed.

This was a difficult concept for Catherine to deal with. She, as a scientist, was methodical and practical and factual. "Weird" feelings weren't based in evidence...they were purely, instinctual. However, as a woman, she had always felt she could usually trust her hunches and gut reactions to things and people. As a result, she generally kept her feelings at bay long enough to find some sort of evidence to support them, and then let her gut guide where she went next.

Still, it was too early in the case and Catherine was too exhausted and too smart to mention an "off" feeling to Gil Grissom, master of evidence, so she would keep her mouth shut for the time being.

"What'd I miss?" She said as she walked through the double doors of the autopsy room. Grissom and Doc looked up at her, Doc smiling. Approaching the autopsy table, her stomach turned in on itself and she had to take a deep breath to calm down the sick feeling.

"Not much, Catherine. I was just telling Grissom what you two probably already gathered from looking at her. Victim, still unidentifiable, is a Caucasian female, around 30, seems to have been healthy, no evidence of drug use or illness, and COD is exsanguination." He finished.

"Right. We know she bled out...but WHY did she bleed out? We have a couple of theories, but anything you could give us would help greatly." Catherine shot back.

"Well, this is where it gets interesting." Doc began.

"Define, interesting." Grissom prodded.

"Have you ever had a murder dually committed by a person and an animal?"

"Excuse me?" Catherine questioned.

"Now you see why I said interesting. There are teeth marks on some of her bones around her midsection and legs."

"Well, one of our theories involved mountain lions." Grissom looked from the body to Doc.

"Mountain lions don't have canine teeth. These teeth marks are most likely canine...and very large."

"Big dog maybe?" Responded Catherine.

"To know that, you'll need to get a vet to look at the marks. All I can tell you is they're canine. The other thing I can tell you is that there are also knife marks intermixed with the teeth marks."

Grissom and Catherine just sort of stared at the body. Doc was right...they'd never seen anything like this.

"Maybe she was attacked by a dog and the owner felt they needed to finish her off?" Catherine questioned outloud, thinking it didn't make much sense even as she said it.

"Or someone stabbed her and let their dog finish her off." Grissom suggested.

"Now that's hate." Doc muttered.

"Anything else going on here?" Grissom prompted when he saw how hazy Catherine's eyes were getting. She needed to go home and they needed to finish up here.

"I did find a couple of hairs in the wound tracts. They appear to be from two different sources....human and animal perhaps, which will verify the two different markings on her bones." He said handing Catherine a bag full of hairs that she could tell would take her more time than she cared to take to separate them.

"Thanks Doc." She forced a smile right as her stomach grumbled.

The two CSI's walked out of the morgue together.

"Catherine. Go on home. I'll separate out the hairs and fibers. You get something to eat and get some sleep. Honestly, you don't look well."

"Thanks a lot, Gil. I've worked three doubles this week! Of course I don't look well." She felt anger rising in her voice.

"I know you have, Cath, I was just stating that you don't look well...even for you...."

"Ok, that's it! I'm going home now...and you really need to work on your people skills, Gil. I know what you mean but I also know how it sounds. It's really no wonder you don't have a girlfriend. You'd just insult her all the time!"

"Catherine." He said softly. "I'm sorry. I just can't afford to have my right hand out sick."

"I'm not getting sick. I'm just a little run down, that's all. You know as well as I that working this much takes a few days to hit you. It's just finally caught up with me tonight. And...this case doesn't help matters. It's just weird...and I've got a bad feeling about it." She let out before thinking about what Grissom would say.

"Catherine, we're sci..."

"Yes, I know we're scientists, but sometimes weird feelings have merit and we should listen to them. It's just....I don't know, weird is the only word that comes to mind. Why would someone halfway kill a woman and then use their dog to finish her off....it's disturbing and it pisses me off!" She finished as they reached the locker room and she took out her jacket and bag.

Grissom simply shrugged. "Maybe it's the moon. Crime escalates when it's full." He said mostly kidding. Catherine didn't take it to be funny, however.

"And more babies are born too....cruelty doesn't need an excuse. People are evil because they are...not because the moon makes them temporarily go crazy." She rolled her eyes and swung her bag onto her shoulder.

"I'm just trying to explain away your feeling Catherine. Or the behavior of whoever killed that girl."

"Well, stop." She said bitingly walking past him. "I'll see you tonight." She told him without looking back. She really was fit to be tied...and not completely sure why. Maybe it was just the combination of no sleep, no food, nausea and the oddness of the case. She really didn't know but sighed a small sigh of relief as she climbed into her car and buckled her seat belt.

Above her, the full moon shone brightly, Catherine blissfully unaware of it's involvement in her case...and in her.

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Werewolves are real.

Can be Cath/Warrick, Cath/Nick, Cath/Grissom, or even Cath/Greg :)

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