The meaning of love

Spoilers:

Season 6 mostly.

Pairings:

Def. Cath/Warrick duh Anti Tina/Warrick (heehee yay!) maybe some Griss/sara not sure yet.

A/N:

Hope you like this! Don't know what else to say about it. Lol ahh well just read and find out!

Enjoy!

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Tina let out a little shriek as Warrick stormed in the bedroom, almost breaking the door off its hinges, and pulled the bed sheets up to cover her naked body.

"Warrick!" she screamed as if it wasn't his house.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, slightly disgusted, but more surprised.

"I came home early to see you." He said angrily, but somehow calmly.

"But apparently you're already seeing someone." He gestured to her ex who was trying to hide unsuccessfully under his bed covers.

"I'm so sorry honey, I…"

"Don't 'honey' me. I can't believe you, in our own bed!" he said more angrily than before.

"I-I can't help what I feel Warrick." She said, actually pleading for forgiveness.

"Well, now you don't have to hide it anymore do you." He said as a matter-of-factly.

"What are you saying?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"We're getting a divorce Tina! End of. I'll come pick my stuff up tomorrow night." He explained his plan through gritted teeth.

As he turned to leave, she stopped him.

"Where are you going?" she asked as if she'd done nothing wrong.

"To be with a woman that I really love." Warrick said, the realisation hit him that he'd never stopped loving someone he knew he could never have since he'd got married.

He stormed out in a similar fashion to the way he'd come in, this time the door shattering and splinters flew in different directions.

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Warrick drove 5 miles over the speed limit to get to her place, a million thoughts of regret and desire racing through his mind at a similar speed to what he was driving at.

Reaching his destination, he pulled the car to a screeching stop and sprinted up the steps leading to her house.

He knocked on the door with urgency. He knew she'd be off work by the time he'd get there, and hoped she hadn't worked over her shift to finish her case.

The door opened as he raised his knuckles to pound on the wood again.

Her face ignited something inside him, sending a warm spark through his body.

"Hey Cath." He said, almost in a sigh, dropping his clenched fist to his side.

"Hey, Warrick… what are you doing here?" she asked with concern, sensing something was wrong.

He sighed, unable to find any words.

Now she knew something was up.

"Come in." she said, gesturing to the light coming from the hallway. He stepped into her house, it was deathly quiet and everybody was still asleep, as it was at least three hours before Lindsey had to go to school.

They sat down on her couch.

"Can I get you a drink or anything?" he shook his head, feeling like he wouldn't be able to ingest anything, given the mood he was in.

"No, I'm ok thanks." She walked to the couch and away from the kitchen, having had something to eat before he had arrived. She had actually brushed her teeth and was ready for bed, with the intention of getting to sleep before it was time to take Lindsey to school. She was wearing a silk night dress that hugged her curves in a provocative fashion, though she obviously wasn't expecting guests at this hour.

"What's up?" she asked, wanting to know what had upset him badly now.

He took a deep breath, and spoke.

"Tina's having an affair." Catherine seemed more shocked than pleased, which was unexpected, given that she had clearly expressed how she felt soon after she found out he was married.

"We're getting a divorce." He told her.

"Oh My God, are you ok?" she said placing a hand on his knee comfortingly.

His gaze directed to her hand, which he took in his own and linked her fingers between his.

"That depends." He stated.

"On what?" she questioned, her voice filled with confusion.

"Cath," he began, "Seeing her like that, with him… it just… it made me regret ever, ever." He looked as if he were about to burst into tears at any moment. She broke the contact between their hands to place her hand on his shoulder in yet another comforting notion.

"Oh Warr- OW!" she quickly withdrew her hand from his shoulder and held her finger, examining it to see the cause of the pain.

This quick recoil of her hand surprised Warrick, his eyes widening with concern.

"What is it Cath?" he asked urgently.

"I think it's a splinter." She said, more like a question then a reply.

A look of realisation flooded over Warrick's face as he smiled, remembering the cause of Catherine getting a splinter.

"Ah… that'd be from when I broke the door on my way out the house." He said with an awkward expression. It must have dispersed onto my clothes Warrick thought.

Catherine returned his awkwardness with a laugh.

"Seriously?" she asked in amazement. He must have been fuming when he left, she thought.

He chuckled at his stupidity.

"Yeah." He admitted.

"Let me see that." He said, reaching for her hand, a smile still on his lips.

She reluctantly let him examine it. Though he was incredibly gentle, she didn't want him feeling guilty, that was just the kind of guy he was, to feel guilty when somebody else got hurt.

I bet he doesn't feel guilty about hurting Tina she thought as he looked intently at her finger.

He winced in pain, but nonetheless pulled the small shard of wood out with his nail in a swift movement, causing Catherine to flinch, but not pull away.

His gaze switching from her eyes to her finger several times, Warrick brought her cut finger to his lips and kissed it softly, unbeknown to him, sending a shiver up Catherine's spine, she laughed it off with a sweet giggle, that made Warrick's face brake out into a smile.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yeah." She said with a little laugh.

They sat in silence for a few moments before they broke their stares at each other and started to nervously mumble words associated with getting up and leaving. In their confusion, due to them rising to their feet so abruptly they had knocked into each other, falling to the ground, Warrick positioned on top of Catherine.

Well this is ideal Warrick thought; little did he know the exact same thought was running through Catherine's mind.

"Sorry." He said, his breath sending yet another tingle through Catherine.

"Don't worry about it." She replied.

They stared into each other's eyes longingly. Though there was nothing holding them back, there was a nagging feeling in both of them that maybe the other person wasn't a hundred percent convinced they felt the same way. Thought Catherine and Warrick knew each other better than they knew themselves, this was the one thing neither of them had been convinced of the whole time they'd known each other.

"You know Cath," Warrick said temptingly, "There was another reason I came over." He said, edging closer to her ever so slightly.

"And what's that?" she said taking a shaky breath, the feeling of Warrick pinning her to the ground, completely entrapping her sending shocks to parts of her she didn't know existed. Looking deep into his eyes quizzically, though knowing the answer.

"I came over to tell you…" his eyes and lips danced so close to hers they almost touched, but not quite and it was killing him.

"What?" she asked; her lips barely millimetres from his.

"…I love you." He whispered, his lips touching hers as he spoke, as they were so close to each other. Catherine took in a quiet gasp at the sensation that was initiated to her lips.

Finally, the temptation becoming too much for either of them to bare, Warrick captured her lips in his in a desperate, hungry kiss. She returned his desperation, kissing him passionately, both discovering they enjoyed the sensation of his bottom lip between hers when they kissed. Loving every second of this, Catherine shook his hands off her wrists where they were gripping her desperately, pinning her to the floor; and moved her hands to slide around his neck, her fingertips playing with the hair at the back of his neck. This forced Warrick to move his lips upward slightly to gasp for air appreciatively, and then return to their desired position at her lips, kissing her, that's where they belonged now.

Catherine raised her head, moving in for a deeper kiss, his hands moving upward, followed by his whole body, holding her closer than they thought humanly possible. It now seemed he was the same height as her, on the floor anyway, and he was leaning down only slightly to kiss her; this made their kisses shorter, but sweeter.

They finally ran out of oxygen and broke apart, lingering on each other's lips as long as possible. He breathed heavily against her chest, his arms now cradling her shoulders; he rested his forehead against hers, his heart beating fast beneath his shirt.

Catherine opened her eyes, wanting to meet Warrick's sparkling green-blue ones, which she did. They stared so deep into each other eyes, both could have sworn they were peering right into their souls.

This, Warrick thought is the meaning of love.

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"What're you thinking?" Catherine asked still breathless, her lips playing tentatively with his, planting a short kiss on them, feeling how kiss-swollen they were and smiled against them.

"How much I love you." He said truthfully.

"I know, I can't believe we waited this long."

"You were worth the wait." He whispered meaningfully, his lips closing in on hers once again.

She frowned, teary-eyed at his sweet gesture.

She broke the kiss to speak.

"God I love you so much." She said, letting a single tear escape her eye.

Warrick shifted his arm from underneath her and gentle wiped the single glistening tear from her smooth cheek. He looked into her eyes, his thumb tracing a curved line against her skin to find her lips. When he found them, he stroked them adoringly. She kissed his thumb lightly. Their passion returning, he quickly removed his hand from her face as she kissed him. He stroked her strawberry-blonde hair away from her face, only to have it drape over and completely surround him when she rolled him on his back, effectively switching positions with him so she was on top of him. When their lips parted, Warrick gently bit hit bottom lip, savouring the taste of her kiss. Despite the fact that he loved being completely surrounded and consumed by her, Catherine's hair was tickling his ear; the exquisite smell of coconuts left him as he stroked her hair into place behind her ear. She smiled as he turned his hand to her face, gently caress in the skin near her ear, but not quite qualifying as her cheek with his knuckles.

One side of her hair was still hanging down in a curtain, he took hold of a thick lock of her soft, sweet smelling hair and gave it the gentlest of tugs, drawing the smiling woman closer to him. He kissed her quickly before pushing her away kindly to rise to his feet, pulling her up with him. Both her hands were in his, and he couldn't even take his eyes off her for a second; he wondered how he'd ever be able to concentrate again with the memory of kissing her. A single, deep laugh could be heard coming from deep inside him.

"Should we uh, go some place more…comfortable." He said, turning slightly, raising an eyebrow and gesturing with his head to her bedroom.

She mocked disgust.

"You cheeky boy." She said, now mocking shock.

"What? My back hurts from lying on that hard floor." He said innocently, and for the first time, she saw Warrick Brown pout.

"Well, what we'd be doing in there wouldn't do any good for you're back that much I can tell you." He chuckled, pulling her towards him and kissing her for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"I'm just kidding, and besides, I don't think I'd like to sink to Tina's level and become an adulator." Catherine wore an agreeing expression.

"I so respect that, but believe me, I'd be in there like a shot if you weren't still married and that I know is true!" He laughed and so did she. Her turned serious.

"Can you wait?" he asked, stroking up and down her arms slowly.

"I'm not sure I can." She admitted. He nodded, knowing the familiar feeling of pain associated with waiting and wanting to be with someone. That someone was Catherine, and always had been.

He kissed her, his tongue playing with hers temptingly.

They broke the kiss, both closing their eyes, wishing a million times over Warrick wasn't still married. Catherine opened her eyes, but Warrick didn't. Instead, he felt for his ring. He pulled it off his finger, and lowered his head, opening his eyes to meet Catherine's, extending out his hand holding the ring to her. Taken aback by this unclear gesture, she turned her head to one side questioningly.

"Warrick?" she said, almost like a warning.

"I want you to get rid of it." He explained, his voice breaking with hurt, a practically unnoticeable rim of tears welling in his eyes. She wouldn't have noticed it herself had she not have been staring so intently at him.

"But…"

"I want you to Cath, please." He begged.

She looked confused.

"Look, I can't have this hanging over my head, Cath it's killing me that I'm so damn," he breathed, "crazy, in love with you, and can't show you how much you mean to me. I need you to do this. It's something the woman I'm in love with should do, don't ask me why, but it should be you." She nodded, and allowed him to place the ring in her open palm and close her fingers, gently stroking a thumb over them.

She turned and placed it on the kitchen counter with the intention of disposing of it later; she wanted to give it her full attention.

"Alright," she said, turning to face him again, "what do you wanna do?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Warrick!" she warned.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But… we could go in the bedroom, just not…y'know." He said referring to the illegal act they both longed for, but it was after all literally illegal.

"OK." She said following him to her bedroom.

They lay down on the bed together, Catherine shifted into Warrick's arms and he just held her. Warrick simply looked at her, as if amazed by her natural way. She was soothed to sleep by Warrick stroking her hair lovingly, and he never stopped, at least not until she was total, deeply asleep and dreaming about the events of the evening, praying that when she awoke, it would all have been reality, not yet another fantasy. His touch felt so real, she knew it was reality.

No doubt and never looking back on that question.

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Please R & R, it's really appreciated! Chap. 2 to come soon!