Disclaimers: Not mine

Spoilers: Nope


"Did you sleep with her?"

"I can't believe you're asking me this!"

"Well did you?"

"I refuse to answer such an insulting question!"

"Then I guess it's true, you did sleep with her."

"Why can't you just trust me?"

"Becase you never give me a reason to!"

"What are you watching, Catherine?" A third voice entered the room.

Catherine turned off the TV where the first two voices came from and turned to the source of the third voice, "Just something."

"Just something? You were watching a soap opera, weren't you?" Grissom smirked.

"What's with the smile? It's not like you just caught me doing something I wasn't supposed to."

"Well that's news to me cuz you're sure acting like I just caught you red-handed."

"Don't be such a drama queen, Grissom."

"Drama queen? Wouldn't know anything about it. But I'm sure you would, seeing that your guilty pleasure is soap operas and all."

"Oh stop it! I'm not ashamed of my television-viewing habits! I'm not afraid of admitting my love for soap operas."

"Good, cuz there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Then stop smiling like that!"

"I'm not laughing at you, if that's what you think."

"Right, you're laughing *with* me." Catherine rolled her eyes.

"No, I'm laughing at the fact that you're blushing cuz I caught you watching a soap opera."

"I am not blushing, Grissom!"

"Oh, so you're just naturally red in the face?"

Catherine glared at him but said nothing.

Laughing, Grissom sat down beside her, "There's only two things that make you that red: humiliation and me."

"You don't make me red."

"No, but I make you so hot that you turn red." At Catherine's skeptical look, Grissom leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do I have to remind you about last night?"