A/N: Wow, ya'll got me to update the next day. That's certainly a firstfor me. Thanks to all you guys who reviewed my little piece of insanity, especially Ruzila forsome, uh,tips on this chappie, but if it sucks it was all my doing. So feel free to yell and throw stilettoes if you must, but whatever you do, review (hey, that rhymed!) I have no beta, all mistakes are mine. Oh and the chapter title is dumb, but I think it fits... And this is the newly edited version, so if something seems off,let me know.

Chapter Two: The Floodgates are Opened

One minute he was leaning over her staring at a dead snake, the next second she was pinned between him and the wall. His brain devoid of all thoughts except of him, her and that strip of cloth that stood between him and her skin.

As Warrick assailed her lips, somewhere in the very back of his mind he realized something, he'd been fighting a battle and lost. And if this was the penalty for losing, he'd throw the war.

His hand crept up between them to rid her of the towel.

To say Catherine was shocked would be the understatement of the year. Here she thought she'd just been flustering him a little. Well, she thought wrong. But at that moment she didn't much care.

As Warrick deftly removed the towel with one hand, the shock of the cool air on her still damp skin brought her back to reality and the beginnings of doubt began to make their way into her mind.

But then Warrick began a rather pleasant attack on her neck and all coherent thoughts were quickly done a way with.

She moaned and gripped his arms, her nails digging into his flesh through the thin fabric of his button-up. "Oh, God," she sighed.

Whatever restraint he had left in him was quickly done away with the blatant breathy arousal in those words. He lifted her effortlessly from the floor and her legs wrapped around his waist.

His thoughts were on the bedrooms at the back of the cabin but he wanted her now, and at the moment the few yards to his room were a few too many.

The sink would just have to do.

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Tina went around the apartment picking up her clothes. David had been on call but that hadn't interfered with her fun. They'd just gone another round when his beeper had gone off and he'd had to leave.

He had kissed her on the cheek right before he left out. "Dinner tonight?"

"Uh, I don't know. I need to handle some...things first."

He raised an eyebrow at her but left it alone. "Ok.. Well, call me. This shouldn't take long."

After she gathered up all her clothes she took a quick shower and redressed. Pulling her hair into a pony tail, she left the apartment, locking up behind her.

It took about 20 minutes to get to her destination. The building was standard issue government property and she went inside.

At the front desk a short woman with brown, curly, slightly wild hair was on the phone. Tina approached the desk and waited patiently. The woman shot her a pleasant smile and covered the mouth piece of the phone, "One second and I'll be right with you."

Tina nodded and studied the building. The majority of the walls were made of glass, allowing her to see inside the work-spaces and watch the people milling about. It was busy but not chaotic, which wasn't at all how she had pictured it.

The woman hung up and turned to her. "Hi, I'm Judy and welcome to the Crime Lab. How can I help you?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh, actually, I'm looking for a Mr. Grissom. Do you know where I can find him?"

"Well, he's usually all over this place talking about one case or another. Why don't you wait over there and I'll page him for you?" she asked gesturing to a waiting area off to the right and behind a glass wall.

"Ok. Thank you." She took as seat and began flipping through a magazine about developments in forensic science.

She'd barely begun an article about new technology in finger printing when a shadow fell over the page. She looked up.

"Gil Grissom. And you are...?"

"Hello Mr. Grissom. I'm Tina. Tina Brown."

Grissoms eyes lit in recognition. "Ah, Mrs. Brown. How nice to meet you. Please call me Gil. What can I do for you?"

"Tina's good for me. I was just wondering about the, uh, case that Warrick's on?"

"Oh." He cocked his head to the side. "He didn't tell you..."

"Oh, no, no. Nothing like that. It's just he didn't know how long he'd be gone and I was just curious whether you might know."

"Well, I talked to him about an hour ago. Catherine-the CSI who's with him- was still with the body and he'd just finished the scene. Probably three days, four at most, but they'll definitely be gone tomorrow and most of Thursday."

"Oh...Ok. Thank you for your time. I'm sure you're busy and I could've just called-"

He raised a hand to stop her. "It was no problem. Have a nice day Mrs.- Tina," he corrected himself and gave her a small smile.

They shook hands and he walked away.

Tina smiled to herself and pulled out her cell on her way to the door.

"David," she said after the voice mail beep, "how bout dinner and breakfast? We can eat in." She gave a flirty laugh, "And you can eat out." She flipped the device closed and climbed in her car.

As she drove out the lot, she idly wondered just what Mr. Brown was doing.

A/N: It's really more of a question of who, isn't it? Hmmm.So anyway, what do you think? Good? Bad? Horrible? Oh, I owe ya'll a teaser don't I? Probably not an actual excerpt but here ya go: Warrick awoke early the next morning. The predawn light that flitted through a crack in the curtain cast enough light for him to just make out the form tucked up against him. His brain, although not fully operable just yet, had no trouble recalling the events of the night before. The bathroom hadn't been the only place to see some action.