"I'll ride back to the lab with the body," Warrick told the two senior CSIs, "Be back in about 40 minutes."

"Ok," Catherine nodded, "We'll be here."

Grissom remained silent as he fingerprinted a bottle of wine that was laying empty on the floor. Catherine looked around the wine cellar/crime scene and sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

He shrugged.

"Gil, talk to me!" She whined.

"Why don't we just get this over with and get back to the office?" He didn't turn to look at her.

"I said I was sorry!"

"Cath, can we please just do our work and get out of here?"

She glared at his back but began to process the scene. They were finished much earlier than anticipated. "I'm done." She grunted.

"Me too." He said starting for the stairs, "Let's get out of here."

She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him off the first step. He looked at her annoyed. "Fuck you."

"You're so eloquent," he rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you." She repeated, "You're so fucking high and mighty riding around on your high horse. Get the fuck over yourself would you?"

"Catherine," he said warningly.

"No, don't you even fucking dare try to tell me that I'm out of line. You're the one who's fucking out of line!" He stood staring at her open-mouthed. She continued, "You just sit in your office and watch the world go by! Do you have any fucking clue how many times you let things go by you? Do you not even realize how many times I've had to cover your ass? Is it so hard for you to support me? Just this once? Jesus Christ!"

"Are you finished?"

"Fuck you," she grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest.

He shot her a look of annoyance and started up the stairs again, Catherine following behind him. Both of them were glad they had brought separate cars. She didn't want to have to deal with him until tomorrow. That way they could both cool down a bit.

Grissom reached for the doorknob and turned it. It didn't open. He turned it the other way. "Shit,"

"What?"

"The door won't open."

"What?!" She pushed him out of the way and tried the doorknob. He glared at her. She sighed and reached up to the top of her head and took a bobby pin out of her hair and jammed it into the lock. She tried the knob again, "Shit!" she cursed throwing the bobby pin and crossing her arms indignantly.

She joined Grissom at the foot of the stairs. She looked at him accusingly. "Don't give me that look!" he hissed.

"What look?"

"You know what look!" He growled, "The one that says, 'this is ALL your fault!' Because we all know that Catherine Willows is perfect!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Curses like sailor, drinks like an irishman. Yes, that's Catherine Willows, the epitome of femininity and grace." He mocked sarcastically.

"I said shut up!" She shoved him. This caught him off balance and he landed on the floor with a thud. His mouth fell open in shock and he stared at her wide-eyed. "Go ahead, just keep talking."

He was too stunned. He just sat on the floor staring at her, "You have some nerve!" He yelled finally.

"I have nerve?!" She repeated, "I-?!" she stopped that sentence from continuing further and slunk down to the floor. "Just forget it," she mumbled.

"I'm going to call ask someone to let us out," Grissom told her opening his cell phone, "Damn,"

"What?"

"No signal."

"Well, we're like two stories underground, I'm not surprised." Catherine shrugged. "How long till Warrick gets back?"

He looked at his watch, "Half an hour," he replied softly, "Give or take."

They sat in silence for a while. "How long now?"

"Five minutes less," he responded flatly.

They returned to their silence. Sometime later, Catherine looked up at Grissom, "Gil?"

"Ten minutes less!"

"I wasn't going to ask that."

"What then?"

"I'm sorry."

"No use being sorry," he shook his head, "You can't do anything about it now."

"I don't want you to be mad at me anymore."

"I'm not mad at you."

"Aren't you?"

"No," he said softly.

"What do you call it then?"

"I was just a little upset."

"With me."

"No, well sort of, I was upset that you were right."

Catherine was confused, "I was? About what?"

"Sitting in my townhouse, watching discovery is no way to live my life. I shouldn't get mad at you for telling Barger about his wife. You kind of got me thinking."

"About what?"

"Well if I was Barger, I would want to know if my wife was cheating on me. He had the right to know. It's just. . . wow did you fuck it up."

"Wasn't this an apology?" She grimaced.

"Catherine! He killed him! Because you told him!"

"I didn't tell him he killed Wendy!"

"You might as well have!" He shouted.

"Just drop it! Like you said nothing I can do about it now!" She raged. "Just fucking drop it! So I'm not perfect! Something I've never claimed to be by the way. So I made a bad decision. Never doubt and never fucking look back!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Would you just shut up?" She demanded, "I've never seen you so bitchy! Are you fucking PMSing or something?"

"Catherine! A man was killed!"

"And *you're* making it personal!" She scolded, "This was my demon, I dealt with it, I moved on. You're the one who won't fucking let go!"

He had to stop to mull this over. She was right. Again. Shit. "Stop that."

"What?"

"Being right all the time."

"What?"

"You're right."

"Is that so hard to wrap your brain around? That I could be right and the almighty all-knowing Gil Grissom was wrong?"

"I don't want to start another fight." He told her softly, shortening the space between them as he crawled across the floor towards her, "All I want to do is hold you in my arms."

She watched him curiously as he made his way across the wine cellar. When he was almost there she extended her arms to him, taking him and hugging him tightly. "I don't want to fight with you either."

He took a moment to breath in the smell of her shampoo. "Lilac," he murmered.

"Hmm?"

"Your shampoo, it's lilac." He nuzzled her neck, "I love lilacs." He kissed her neck. She moved her head to the side to allow him access to it. His kisses trailed up her neck, as he kissed along her jawbone she moved her head and captured his lips with hers.

The kiss was soft and tender at first but soon grew more demanding and urgent. Catherine's arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. He drew her onto his lap when he wrapped his arms around her waist. Ipso facto, around his waist went her legs.

"Oh Gil," she breathed, going for the buttons on his shirt.

He pushed her hand away, "Not like this, you deserve better than than some dead guy's wine cellar."

"We've waited too long." Catherine groaned.

"Can you wait a few more hours?" He bit back a moan when she repositioned herself in an awkward position.

She made a pitiful whining noise, "Ok," she consented sadly, "But can we still make out?"

"Of course," He said before lowering his lips to hers, he pulled back, "You've gotta change your position, though. Otherwise I won't make it for a few more hours."

Catherine grinned, but repositioned herself so she was sitting on the floor and leaned over to kiss him again.

The door to the wine cellar opened up, "You guys still here?" Warrick poked his head in and looked around finally seeing the senior CSIs in a corner in each other's arms. They were so engrossed in what they were doing they didn't notice Warrick come in.

Warrick opened his phone and dialed a number, "Hey Nick? I win, they're in a liplock, you owe me fifty bucks."