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.

Two hours had passed and Catherine had checked her email a dozen times. Nothing. "Maybe I need to go talk to someone. Get out of this box," she said referring to her

office.

Catherine decided to go to the Break Room. Sara sat on the couch reading a book, Hodges and Greg sat at one end of the table playing another board game and Grissom sat at the opposite end completing a crossword puzzle.

Sara looked up, "Hey Cath."

"Hey."

Grissom looked up at the two women. "Are you to sick? Not an insult came out of your mouth."

"Yes," Catherine said, "It's called talking. Were not the best of friend but were friends."

"Makes your job easier," Sara said without looking up from her book.

"What are you guys playing?" Catherine asked Hodges and Greg.

"Payday! I wish it were that day. See Hodges always try's to teach me a game I never played and I have always won," Greg explained to her.

"Good for you," Catherine said grabbing a Coke out of the small refrigerator. She walked over to Grissom and sat across from him, "And what are you doing?" she whispered, but everyone heard. Sara snickered over in the corner.

Grissom looked up at Catherine, "Sorry didn't want to interrupt you." She said now loud and clear.

"A crossword puzzle," he answered putting his attention all to the puzzle once again.

"Why did that thought not cross my mind?" she said playfully opening her soda.

"I am still pissed about Ecklie giving our case to his home team," Catherine said, "We could have done it," She took a swing at her soda. Sara looked up and saw the ray of the ring.

"Where did you get that from? You didn't have it on before," Sara asked.

"Have what?" Greg asked looking at Catherine.

"That rock. Check it out. Princess cut?" Sara said.

Catherine looked around at the people present in the room. "Should I tell them?" she thought to herself.

"I got it from someone."

"Who," Hodges asked trying to get some part in the conversation.

"That's the problem I don't know. I got a poem and then I got letters and email. I think it's a secret admirer or something," Catherine spat out, "But don't tell anyone. I don't want to let him know that you guys know."

"Are you sure that it's not criminal or anything?" Grissom asked with his newspaper down.

"Yea. I checked. Nothing and they said it wasn't," she answered, "That reminds me I have to go check my email."

Catherine got up and went to her office.

Next chapter is coming up soon!

Should I make a sequel? I dunno. Please R&R.

Sorry if u think this chapter is lame!