A/N: Warning: don't choke on the fluff! Though, if you don't like CWR then you aren't reading this any way, But… If you do then enjoy!

Warrick frowned. Who was at his door in the middle of the day? Then he laughed at the absurdity of the thought. Normal people wouldn't be sleeping at noon. He threw on a t-shirt, calling, "Coming!" He looked through the peephole, immediately recognizing the strawberry blonde hair. He opened his door to a teary-eyed Catherine, who fell into his arms. "Shh…" he muttered, rubbing her back, and guiding her to his couch.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"Me perimeter…you inside…Gunshots…Blood…Can't lose you." She emphasized the last part by burying her face in his shoulder. Being the trained investigator that he was he ruled out reality, leaving him with the explanation of a nightmare.

"Shh…You're not going to lose me. I'm right here." He murmured, pulling her closer. She leaned up, kissing him with a raw passion that he'd never felt in her before. Never the less, he matched it easily, tugging on her lip. He felt her whimper. Sliding her hands up his chest, she rendered having put on the t-shirt pointless. It didn't take a CSI to see where this was going and Warrick didn't want her to do anything she'd regret later. Thus, he pulled away, asking "You sure you want this?" She nodded emphatically against his chest, saying only, "Hell, yeah." He guided her to his bedroom, laying her down on his bed. He pulled off her maroon tank top, smiling as he felt her shiver as he sucked her neck. Somebody had a weak spot.

Catherine Willows practically skipped into the break room at the beginning of shift with a huge smile on her face. Nick Stokes watched her cross the room, to the coffee machine. "Somebody got laid." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. She whipped around shooting him a mock glare. "First, that is none of your business, and second, so what if I did?" He smiled.

"Hey, I'm not going to tell, but you really should talk to your guy about where he leaves hickeys." He said, point to a spot on his neck, showing her the spot that was red on her neck.

"Who has hickeys?" Warrick asked, walking in to the break room. Catherine tried hard not to crack up laughing as she remembered how quickly he'd found the sensitive spot on her neck that had always made her melt. She shook her head to clear her mind of such dangerous thoughts. Unable to resist teasing Warrick, she put on her best poker face and said, "Nicky I expect this from, but I thought you knew how to mind your own business."

Cath,

You are way too cruel! Speaking of, make sure Nicky doesn't see this, I think he's almost onto us. He caught me smiling at one your notes last week. I told him it was something I found on the floor, but I don't think he bought that. Then, well, you were there earlier; do you really think he didn't catch any vibes? On that note, movie/breakfast, my place, after shift? You pick the movie, I'll get it. I think you're smart enough to know I love you.

'rick

Smiling to herself Catherine went to check with Greg and her DNA results.

For the second time in as many days Catherine found herself on Warrick's doorstep. She knocked. A few seconds later he opened the door, smiling. She smiled back at him, kissing him as she walked in.

"Hey," he said, kissing her. "I have a question."

"Shoot," she said, curious.

"Why The Matrix ?" She laughed, and Warrick couldn't help but enjoy the way the years disappeared when she did so.

"I don't get bored with it. Every time I watch it I find something else, something I over looked before," she explained.

"Just curious. It happens to be one of my favorite movies too." She smiled.

"So, what's for breakfast? I'm starved."

"I can make pancakes. I bought strawberries and blueberries to put in them. I think I have some whipped cream too."

"Oh you are just looking for a repeat of yesterday," she teased, with more than a hint of suggestion in her voice.

"You know, you spoil me," Catherine said, taking a bite of her blueberry pancake.

"It's not spoiling if you deserve it," he explained seriously.

"You must be hell to play poker with."

"How so?"

"You're a great liar. But thanks anyways." She just smiled at him. He shook his head. Getting up, he walked across the kitchen, putting his empty dish in the sink. He walked back over to the breakfast bar, hugging her from behind. She swallowed her bite, and turned around, kissing him.

"Can I finish my food," she teased.

"Sorry, I can't help it." She raised her eyebrow; clearly saying I can't possibly be that irresistible. He just smiled.

Ten minutes later they sat on the couch. She subconsciously tried to work the kinks out of her neck. Next thing she knew Warrick was massaging her neck. She whimpered.

Thirty minutes found her cradled in Warrick's arms, him absentmindedly running his fingers through her hair. On screen, Neo and Morpheus stood in a frozen crowd, Neo staring at a girl in a red dress. Warrick realized that his arm was almost asleep.

"Cat I gotta move my arm. Cat?" Apparently his arm wasn't the only one asleep. He kissed the top of her head. So much for new information.

Catherine stretched, rubbing her eyes, reminding Warrick very much of, well, a cat. She frowned when she opened her eyes, but they found Warrick's and she remembered where she was.

"So much for never getting bored," he teased her from where he was eating a sandwich in the kitchen. She glared at him.

"I can't help it if your arms are comfortable." Getting up, she walked into the kitchen.

"There's bread next to the fridge. Sandwich meat and cheeses in the fridge, if you're not vegetarian," he said. "Wait, what am I thinking, we had meatballs a week ago."

"You think you're bad…" she said, shaking her head in amusement.

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Grissom. She rolled her eyes. "Shit, what time is it?"

"2:30. Why?"

"Look, I gotta go get Linds. Thanks for breakfast, and sorry I was such a bore."

"Hey, it was a long shift. I don't blame you for falling asleep. Don't worry about it."

"I love you," she stated, kissing him.

Too fluffy? Not fluffy enough? (who do I think I'm kidding?) Should Nick find out? Review.