Migraine. None for six months and two on the same week. Dammit! I lie on the couch, too tired to go to bed, and when I close my eyes, she's there. Damn! Never been that kind of man, the one that drool over sexy women, but she's more than sexy... I just close my eyes, and she's always there. And though I can recall her almost nude form, it's her smile what keeps spinning in my head, it's her smile and her smell what I can't erase. My brain is buzzing, my eardrums beat and I close my eyes and I can see her swaying to that rhythm. My rhythm. She's dancing just for me...

I hated it when boss gave me no case and made me go to that night club to interview some "amazing new talent" A scientist in a night club? No way! But I did it. I went there. I asked for her and I was taken to another room. I sat in a chair and waited, and the most beautiful creature I had ever seen walked in, swaying her hips and smiling the most dazzling smile I ever saw. I was mesmerized... some song started playing and she started dancing... and I couldn't say a word. I didn't ask her to stop, I didn't tell her who I was, and why was I there for... She started dancing and I was hypnotized.

I had never seen anything like that, anyone more perfect, anything more exciting. She got closer and started removing her clothing and my mouth became dry and my breathing heavy. She was wearing nothing but a tiny bra and her thong by the time she sat on my lap... and her bra didn't last long on her. At her nude sight, I forgot who I was and what was I doing, and I didn't care. My body was responding to her movements with it's own mind, and she knew. My hands went to her stomach, in an attempt to reach her breasts, but she took them off of her. "No touching, honey... that's more fun..." She had all the power and I was lost. The song ended way too soon and she got off me. I was shocked. She was beautiful. "Give that big guy at the door the money... and come see me anytime... I had fun tonight" and she picked her clothes up and started leaving. She was already at the door when I finally found some words to say. "Are you Catherine Willows?" And I don't know which one felt more embarrassed when I finally told her who I was. She made me pay for the dance though. Nothing's free in Las Vegas... and that was her way of telling me "she" had the power. She still has.

I'm sure that little show of her helped me decide I wanted her around work, but I would have recommended her anyway. A woman with brains. She won't start till next month... and she's all I can think of 24 hours a day. I'm in the middle of my shift, in the field, at the lab, at an autopsy... and she's there with me. And I have to fight the urging need to get to the French Palace and ask for her. "I want the Cat" and she'd be brought to me... and she'd dance...

But I know I can't. She knows me... I could never work with her if I let her know how badly I want her. Because I want her. I have no idea of how am I going to survive working with her without touching her, without remembering her... I don't know why I recommended her... If I hadn't done it, I could still go to her club and watch her dance. I could spend every dime I'd made making her dance... but that wouldn't be real... and she's too good to strip. She's worked hard to achieve something better... and she deserves better.

Still, I have to gather all the strength I have when I drive past her club, not to get in, not to sit hiding in the darkness and wait till some dirty guy introduces her to all of us... to all the men like me that stare and fantasize...

One more month... and she'll be all mine to watch. All mine to talk to... all mine to work with... all mine to wish and hope... all mine...