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.

Note: Kissing Theme. This is your warning! In future chapter there will be adult themes.

Catherine stopped at the front desk when she and saw a blue and white paper. On it was calligraphy-writing reading;

You are invited to a dinner with me

When: 11:30pm

Where: The restaurant you have always dreamed of going for 20 years

Catherine looked at Judy who was nervously filling out messages.

"Did you see who dropped this off?" Catherine asked

"No, it was just there after I delivered some messages."

"Oh. Thanks Judy."

"That's what I'm here for."

Catherine walked down the hall passing by Sara who she immediately stopped.

"Are you trying to get him to sleep with you?"

Sara wore a black V-neck dress. Her small bit of cleavage was partly exposed. The bottom of the dress was long. Sara also wore a beaded necklace, earring and bracelet set.

Sara blushed at Catherine's comment. "No first I'm late and now I am trying to impress him little. And the part about getting to sleep with him wouldn't be so bad." Sara said laughing.

"Well be careful." Catherine said laughing and walking away and laughing.

"Well its 7:30. I have about 5 hours." Catherine thought. She walked into her office and saw that Grissom had left. She put the invitation on her desk.

"Wonder what Nick is doing? Haven't talked to him in a long time." She thought, "Could he be planning this? Or is he with a girlfriend?"

Catherine, bored, bent to go and look for him. She looked in the DNA and Trace labs, Break Room, and then in the locker room where Grissom was at his locker.

"Never seen you in here." She said.

Grissom turned around, "I never really use mine. I have an office."

Catherine walked to her locker, which was one locker away from his. She opened it. And stared inside. "Have you seen Nicky? I saw him once today."

"He left early. His sister is in town. He's taking her out for Valentine's Day."

"Well Grissom, I do have a date now."

"With…"

"I have no clue. You know my mystery guy. He's taking me out."

"Do you even know who he is? And could he be a she?

"That's why I'm going, to find out."

The both fell quite straitening their lockers. Grissom's was barley full. No pictures or mirrors were on the walls of his locker. Catherine's were full of pictures. Most of Lindsey and some of the team.

Catherine closed her locker and leaned on the one next to Grissom's and stared at him as if she was thinking about something.

"What?" Grissom said looking at Catherine as he closed his locker.

"Why don't you want Lindsey to go on that date? Because she might be a slut like me and sleep with him?"

"Cath, I didn't say that." Grissom said.

Catherine narrowed her eyes, "But you thought, it didn't you?"

"No Catherine, I would…"

Catherine cut him off. She was now full of anger and a mix of desire.

"…never call me a slut or a whore? Lindsey did. So now you can."

Grissom looked at Catherine. Had she been drinking or was she upset. The words that Catherine called her self these things made him upset.

"Catherine I never want to hear that from you again!" he yelled. But Catherine didn't flinch. She stood upright off the locker interested angrily at what he was saying.

"All you did was dance to support that lazy ass husband of yours and your beautiful daughter and I don't believe you when you say that Lindsey called you a slut and a whore."

"Say it Grissom, You're a slut and you sleep with every guy you meet or almost. Like Chris who was fucking a teenager or the one constructor, I for got his name but the sex was good, or your personal favorite, Adam Novak. There was no sex but there would have been. So say it. You Catherine Willows is a slut."

Grissom crashed his lips with hers. Catherine was shocked at first but then let her eyes roll back and she closed her eyes. Grissom pushed his anger into the kiss. Catherine pushed back deepening the kiss. She forced her tongue into his mouth.

She pressed her body against his. Grissom's hands sat on Catherine's waist as hers pushed his head so his lips could get closer.

Grissom began to kiss her neck. Catherine held her head up to the ceiling with her eyes still closed. She pressed her kiss-swollen lips together. He continued to kiss her neck her chin and she got a glimpse of the ring on her finger. Her eyes closed again.

"Grissom…" she said as she gasped, "No…"

Grissom continued to kiss her not seeming to hear her. He was tangled in his own thought of her.

She slightly pushed him off. "I can't…we can't do this. I'm sorry."

Catherine walked out of the locker room striating her clothes.

Now she had a lot the think about.

I hope that this can be a make up for the delay! But Christmas Break is here in three days. Then I'm free until January then its bak to school. I luv my fans!

Soon I will be ending this story and do a sequel! But don't hold your breath for it. It might take a while.