Catherine walked down the halls of the Crime Lab. She'd just pulled a double and was in desperate need of a nap. Scratch that, she wanted to be hit over the head with a frying pan.
Running her fingers threw her hair in an attempt to tame it, Catherine pushed open the locker room door, only to stop, seeing Nick passed out, face up on the bench.
"Nice Nicky," muttered Catherine, walking around the sleeping CSI until she was standing near his head.
"Not my muffins," muttered Nick, shifting slightly in his sleep. Catherine raised an eyebrow and squatted down next to him.
"Really Nick? Tell me, who's trying to take your muffins?"
"Greg," he mumbled. Cath clapped a hand over her mouth in attempt to muffle her snort of laughter.
"What did Greg do?" asked Catherine, realizing she was having way too much fun with this and not really caring.
"He stole Mr. Muffin."
Catherine quirked an eyebrow. Again.
"Cath?" mumbled Nick, obviously still incoherent and asleep.
Catherine shook her head, standing up again and opening her locker. Removing her coat and purse, she paused before leaving.
Leaning down, Catherine swept Nick's bangs off his forehead and kissed his temple.
"Sleep tight Nicky," said Catherine softly. She watched him for a moment long, heart fluttering from the warmth she'd felt from him, before snapping her locker shut.
"Catherine?" Cath flinched as Nick was startle out of Dreamland. A Dreamland complete with Mr. Muffin and Greg.
"Morning sleepy head," said Catherine turning to face her groggy co-worker. "Sleep well?"
Nick nodded, still completely out of it. "Hungry. In need of food." Oh yeah he was out of it.
"Hmm, wanna grab breakfast?" asked Catherine shrugging.
"Sure, wacha in the mood for?"
"I'm thinking, muffins."
Three chocolate muffins and four cups of coffee later, Catherine and Nick sat watching each other. It was an easy silence but still, their breaths fluttered simultaneously when they both reached for the sugar, fingers brushing causing their hearts to explode with…something.
"So Nick," said Catherine taking a gulp of her coffee, looking for the right words. "Enjoying your muffin?"
Nick nodded and looked at her curiously.
"Yeah I am. Why? What did you do to it?"
"Nothing," said Catherine holding up her hands defensively. "Just wondered if it hit the spot."
Nick narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.
"I wonder if Greg's in the mood for muffins?" mumbled Catherine glancing sideways at Nick, a smile tugging on her lips. Nick frowned.
"What are you getting at?" he asked leaning in closer to her over the table. Catherine leaned in as well, far more confident in her action's than Nick was.
Now it was a game.
"Just remembering my time spent in the locker room this morning," muttered Catherine, leaning even further towards nick, satisfied to her his breathing becoming ragged. "You talk in your sleep by the way."
Catherine was winning. "Uh huh," bit closer. "Apparently Greg stole Mr. Muffin from you." Nick swallowed as their lips brushed. "I might have to punish him later."
"I'd rather you'd punish me," whispered Nick, blushing as the words left his mouth.
"You sure you want me to take you up on that offer?" Catherine watched as Nick shifted uncomfortably, oh yes Catherine was defiantly wining. That is, until he kissed her.
Catherine pulled away slowly, savoring the taste of coffee on his lips.
Nick grinned at her. "Nobody messes with Mr. Muffin."