He swore that he was only looking out for her, that he only had the best intentions. His explanations fell on stubborn ears however and as she left the break room, he sat, stunned, and slightly amused.

He licked his lips while his right hand reached for a napkin nearby, knowing at the same time that it was useless. Still he blotted at his face, grimacing at how sticky it was becoming.

This was how Warrick found him, sitting in the break room, wet from head to shoulder. He was almost afraid to ask, but it was too strange to let slide by.

"You okay there, Grissom?" Warrick posed his question lightly, grabbing a chair on the other side of the table.

"Catherine and apple juice, bad combination." Gil replied with a sigh as he ignored the smile that began to spread across the younger man's face.

His dots connected, Warrick sat back in his chair. "I thought she had something to do with this. She stormed pass me in the hallways."

"I should go after her."

Warrick only nodded in reply, knowing that any piece of advice would be hopeless. Grissom tended to do things his own way, at his own pace. And then again, so did Catherine. When that realization came to his mind, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Gil had one hell of a woman on his hands.

"Care to share?"

Warrick shook his head, still chuckling to himself. "I was just thinking how Catherine is...one hell of a...great worker."

When Grissom's eyebrows rose in questioning, Warrick finally let out a laugh, beginning to enjoy his break more then he thought he would.

"You did attend the wedding right Ricky?" Gil asked him, the smirk on his face giving away his intent on making the young CSI sweat. Not waiting for him to answer, he threw Warrick another look before getting up. "I'm gonna go buy some flowers. If Brass asks for me, tell him I have an errand to run."

Warrick didn't bother to call after him as he left the break room, his beeper left behind on the table. He learned now that when it came to an angry Catherine, Grissom thought of little else.

"I'm not talking to you."

He shrugged in reply, silently telling her that he could care less. This only fueled her anger, and she returned her attention back to the television, sinking deeper into the sofa.

She could hear his movements in the kitchen, the sound of silverwares clattering and a drawer being shut. He returned back to the living room sitting next to her, their shoulders touching. She wouldn't have bothered to look at him if he hadn't grabbed the remote out of her hands, turning off the TV.

This action caused her anger to flame up in fiery and she whipped her head around. As soon as she opened her mouth though, something cold was shoved into it.

Catherine could only groan as the bittersweet chocolate melted in her mouth. She pulled out the spoon, pointing it at him with narrow eyes. "Just because you bought ice cream home does not mean you're forgiven."

Grissom gave her a pout, and reaching behind his back produced a small bouquet of white tulips.

Her favorite. Damn him.

As a sign of a small truce, she reached for them, taking a moment to touch the silky petals between her fingers. Placing them on the coffee table, she reached her hands out again. Presuming that she wanted the ice cream, Grissom shook his head dipping his own spoon into the carton.

Narrowing her eyes again, she watched as he scooted to the end of the sofa, leaving a good distance between them. He wanted to play. Well, she wasn't in the mood for games.

Crossing her arms, Catherine stuck the spoon back into her mouth and grabbed a magazine off the table. She flipped through the pages, her eyes on the articles, but her mind on him...and the carton of chocolate.

And when he began to groan, she set down the magazine pulling the spoon out of her mouth. She wanted that ice cream. Holding her arm and the spoon towards him she smiled slyly. "I'll give you a kiss for one scoop."

When he nodded, she smiled triumphantly, moving closer to him. Catherine leaned forward and before her spoon made it into the carton, he pulled it back again.

"Kiss first."

Knowing that he had the upper hand, she didn't bother arguing, but instead placed a quick peck on his forehead. When she pulled back again, she pointed towards the chocolate, expecting her end of the deal.

"That's not a kiss, you can't even collect DNA samples out of that."

Catherine could only sigh in frustration. Her cravings were kicking it, and the only thing on her mind was the ice cream and her mean husband who was depriving her of what she wanted most.

"I hate you." She growl under her breath, kicking away the blanket, and scooting down to the end of the sofa where he smugly sat.

"I'm not going to enjoy this." Catherine declared before she grabbed his face quickly, and if not a little harshly, placed her lips on his. Her intentions were to pull away, but that was quickly forgotten as he used his free arm to pull her in closer.

When the embrace ended, she was no longer angry, her battle worn out by the passion. She sighed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.

"I swear I heard you say that you hated me, and that you weren't going to enjoy the kiss." He whispered to her, his hand tracing small circles on her back.

"I'm pregnant."

Catherine couldn't help but grin as she watched him pull back in a state of shock and hand her the ice cream. Victory is always sweet.