AN: I don't own CSI or characters. This is just a little drabble about Cath and Warrick. It was a challenge but I can't remember who by and what it had to be. I picked up where I left off and ended up with this. Enjoy.
Sequin
Catherine opened the box and pulled the…the thing out of the box. She raised an eyebrow at Warrick "Brown, what the hell is that?" He shrugged "I dunno, saw it in a store, and thought you'd like it." She couldn't decide whether it would be more appropriate to laugh or cry. She compromised by opening her mouth then shutting it abruptly, covering it with her hand as he took the garment back. She sunk her head between her hands, her shoulders shaking in laughter. Warrick was completely oblivious, "What Cath?" She gave him a look crossed with exasperation and amusement, "Warrick, I was a stripper before I became a CSI." He held the "garment" away from himself and looked at it, and then up at her "Well, I think it'd look good on you." Catherine couldn't help it, she let out a loud laugh, "Warrick you better be glad that we're here and not at work." She took the item out of his hands and held it up against herself, swaying slightly in front of him. "I suppose if you begged me…" She trailed off, running a hand up her side. Warrick stood up and raised an eyebrow, slipping his hands around her waist. "So I have to beg you know huh?" She gave him a sly look, "You betcha." As they danced slowly to the music only they could hear, the tiny dress slipped to the floor and the sequins on it cast glimmers of diamonds across the walls.