Disclaimer: I don't own any of CSI but I do own the names that are not familiar and the poem(s) later in the story.

Spoilers: Some for Season 6 in future or present chapters.

Summary: It's Valentines Day and Catherine gets a poem from an anonymous person.

Grissom opened the back door to put his kit on the floor of the car.

"What are you doing?" She asked, as she was about to reverse.

"I'm getting a ride," he replied. She rolled her eyes as he climbed into the front seat.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"Since when did you become Dr. Phil?" Catherine said as she was looking in the rear view mirror to back out.

"Just answer the question," Gil said.

Catherine continued to back out. She didn't speak until she drove off.

"No," she replied calmly.

"Okay," Gil replied. He relaxed and looked out at the Christmas lights of Vegas.

Catherine clocked in and asked for messages receiving none. She saw more hearts on her door and a scratched out signature that looked like chicken scratch. "Sara," she thought. She walked in to the open door of her office. She noticed her name plaque on the door and desk had been changed from 'Catherine Willows'with 'Swing Shift Supervisor' under it to 'Catherine Willows' with 'Night Shift Supervisor' under it. Now Grissom would call it their team that his or he team.

She looked at her desk and saw heart shaped construction paper. She looked at the beautiful typed letters. The title was typed in some kind of French font and the rest in a cursive font.

The red letters glowed on the red paper. She noticed the painted rose on the side and the real life rose on the desk. She turned the heat over to find what looked liked the front of the letter.

She read:

TO: A beauty named Catherine Willows

FROM: Her secrete Admirer

WARNING BEFORE YOU TURN THIS OVER AND READ

Sit of you are overwhelmed by romance. If you are not sit any way. You'll get so weak in the knees.

She traveled quickly around her desk to sit in the chair. She quickly turned the heat over

A Beauty Like You

By This Beauty's Secrete Admirer

Believe me when I say,

I have never in my life seen a beauty like you,

With your red flowing hair and you gorgeous icy blue eyes.

The perfect shape of you dancer body that makes all the

Men stare.

I don't get jealous, because

I am one of those men. We look all the time

You just don't notice. I don't know about the other men

But I not only like your body, but your soul and

Intelligence.

Not many beauties can pull

It off. Like I said before there is no beauty

Like you. And I mean it with all of my heat and

My eyes. There is no beauty

Like You.

Catherine looked at the poem. "What am I suppose to do? Guess who wrote this?" The phone again interrupted her thoughts. She picked it up. "Hi Mom a voice said on the other end.

"Who is this," she asked playfully to her daughter Lindsey.

"Do other people call you Mom or do you have other children," her teenage daughter asked.

Catherine laughed. "What are you doing up late. Its 1:28am. You have school tomorrow."

"Is it okay to call your Mom and say Happy Valentine's Day and I love you?"

"Okay. Happy Valentine's Day and I love you too. So you got plans with Scott tonight?" Catherine asked.

"Yes. Were going to dinner at Hugo's Cellar."

"And where is Hugo's Cellar."

"In Las Vegas," Lindsey replied to cover up the specific place.

"Lindsey," Catherine said in a voice that Lindsey knew she had to tell her.

"Fremont Street," she replied a little scared of the response.

"Linds, You know I don't like you there."

"Mom that was practically a year ago," She said referring to her hitchhiking incident.

"Okay. Be home by 1:00am," she said.

"Okay Drama Queen," Lindsey jokingly replied before hanging up.

Catherine thought about Lindsey for a few minutes then to her poem. She didn't take her eyes off of it. She stared and studied it as she twiddled the rose with one of her hands. And her thoughts of the poem were interrupted by Nicks voice.

"What's that?" he asked with an open file in his hands.

"Nick, describe my eyes."

"Just do it, Nicky," she said after seeing the look in his face.

"Blue," He said.

"That's all. Just blue"

"Yea," he said looking at her.

"Any way on with the case," Catherine said quickly to change the subject.

Here is Chapter 4. I'm tired so I'll probably do Chapter 5 tomorrow. Hope you like the story and poem. Please R&R.

Notes: Hugo's Cellar is rated #1 restaurant in Las Vegas. It is 'Downtown' which is Fremont Street. Go to for more information.