Shipper Songs Chapter 2: YoBling Tonight I wanna Cry, a csi fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or Keith Urban…again, too bad.

YoBling: Tonight I Wanna Cry.

Catherine had done something she'd swore she'd never do, sent Lindsay to boarding school. She had the money, and no patience. Now she sat at home, with pictures of her and Warrick in a photo album she had found. It was her training him, Grissom had taken the pictures, of them hanging out, a couple from one of those photo booths on a date they'd went on a couple years back. Catherine took another sip of the wine, pinot noir, and put the glass on the coffee table. The news played in the background, sound turned down so she could barely hear it.

Alone in this house, again tonight. I've got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine.

There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me, the way that it was and could've been surrounds me, but I'll never get over you, walking away.

Across town, Warrick was far from alone, but not in the good way. Warrick and his wife of six months were fighting for the hundredth time this week over his hours and his 'relationship' with his boss. Tina insisted that the reason he'd worked his sixth double shift in two weeks was that Catherine had asked.

"You always say no when it's Grissom!" she complained, which was only true because Grissom never asked for overtime, he got Catherine to ask.

"That's not true, Tina, you know it isn't!" he yells back at her from across the room.

"I don't want to hear your lies, Warrick Brown! You love her more then you love me! And I'm your wife! You're always with her when I come by, and you're always staying late to help her, and you don't do anything with me anymore!"

"Come on, Tina! I work with her, she's my boss! I have a responsibility, to the lab, the people of Vegas and to my team! Of course I stay late! I don't need to come home and be criticized for what I'm doing!"

"Criticized? I'll show you criticism! Get the hell out of my house!"

"Your house? This is my house! I bought and paid for it straight out of school! You get out! Call me when you've regained your senses!" he yelled at her, pointing at the door. Tina took off her wedding ring and tossed it at him. It hit the wall with a dull thud. She turned and stormed out the door, slamming it as she left. Warrick slumped onto the couch, head in his hands, and grabbed the remote, turning on his stereo to a sad jazz song.

I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show, and I thought that being strong meant never loosing your self control, but I'm just drunk enough, to let go of my pain, to hell with this pride, let it fall like rain, from my eyes, tonight I wanna cry.

Warrick stood up and went to his car, got in and drove, across town to the little town house he'd been to so many times to comfort the woman he used to love. Now he needed comfort, more then anything. Catherine answered the door, it was raining hard and the tall black man that stood on her front step was soaked to the bone.

"Warrick! What are you- come in here! You're soaked! Let me get you a towel." She ran to the bathroom and came back with a fluffy white towel, which she passed to the soaking man in her living room. Warrick took it and kicked off his shoes, drying his dreads and his face. He took off his jacket and Catherine took it, hanging it up. He was a little dryer without it anyways.

Would it help if I turned the sad song on, 'all by myself' would sure hit me hard, now that you're gone. Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters, it's gonna hurt bad before it gets better, but I'll never get over you, by hiding this way.

Catherine led the shaking Warrick to the couch, where he sat down. She ran to get him some coffee and his eyes fell on the photo album and glass of wine on the coffee table. He picked it up and looked through the pictures of him and Catherine, they we're young and in love. He smiled; a tear in his dark eyes. Catherine brought him the mug and handed it to him. He looked into her eyes, so blue, like the sky.

"You kept all these?" he asked, sweeping his hand across the page of pictures of him in training.

"Yeah, I couldn't help it. You were a cute rookie, and I was camera happy," she responded with a smile, taking a swig of the wine.

"Was I? What about these?" he asked pointing to the four pictures from their first date.

"They mean something. Like my wedding photos and the pictures of me and Grissom in college."

"So I sit somewhere between Eddie and Grissom?" he asked with a laugh, forgetting the fight with Tina. Catherine hit him lightly.

"Not what I meant. I mean, I keep everything; it has sentimental value, means something to me. Reminds me of better times."

"I know what you mean."

"No, you have what's-her-name."

"Tina? No, she walked out tonight, we had a huge fight and she threw this at me." Warrick held up the diamond that he'd given Tina seven months ago, a month before they got married.

"She threw it at you? I prefer throwing furniture, like pillows and lamps."

"Good to know. I best learn to duck then."

"Yeah."

Catherine reached out and wiped a tear from Warrick's eye. As she brought her hand down he grabbed it softly and held it. Then he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. For a moment, Catherine couldn't pull away; she'd waited for this so long, too long. Then she found her strength and pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"I can't, what about-"

"Don't talk about Tina. Tonight I want to be with you. Funny, this is why we we're fighting. She thought I was having an affair with you."

"You are now, come here." This time it was her that started the kiss, this one passionate and loving. Full of the feelings they'd both held back so long. And they stayed like that for a long time, just embracing, kissing and enjoying every moment of a night that had started out so horrible.