A/N: Challenge fic from a friend...which is interesting since he's probably not even gonna read this. Lol.

Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothing even matters at all

She could hear her phone vibrating on the floor in her jeans. Under normal circumstances she would have answered it. But the circumstances were different, so she let it vibrate as she watched her companion sleeping next to her.

It would be cliché to define him as looking younger or even remotely carefree. The truth of the matter was that he looked as old as he was. And carefree was never a word that she would use to define him. He did, however, look relaxed.

He stirred and pulled her closer when she gently stroked his cheek. Resting her head on his chest, she was content to stay there, despite the vibrating phone that was most certainly Grissom calling.

Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all

You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me

He was stopped in the lab hallway by Greg, who was saying something about…well, something else. He didn't hear a word the former lab rat said. His attention was over Greg's shoulder.

She was talking to someone, whose back was turned. The smirk on her face reminded him of that searing kiss she had given him before leaving his apartment. Immediately his mind remembered the vision of her wearing his shirt while she was making them something to eat. She had no idea he had been watching her.

But she did know he was watching her now. Her smirk was now a smile, one that was only reserved for him. Even though she was in the middle of a conversation, she was smiling at him.

Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me

No one really saw the scene that was playing out before them. Because even though they nodded and laughed at Greg and Nick's recount of an experiment gone wrong, they were focused entirely on each other.

The way Warrick had gone from leaning forward on the diner table to leaning back in the booth, and stretching one arm behind her, wasn't even noticed. Even if it were, he had the excuse of simply having long limbs. Truthfully, he just wanted to be closer to her.

The way Catherine rested her head back against the seat, the back of her head just barely touching his arm, wasn't noticed either. It could be seen as her just getting comfortable. However, if they had seen her place her hand on his knee, there would have been questions. But no one saw, so they were fine.

And in the flurry of trying to decide who would pay for their food, Catherine turned to him. He winked at her and she could have cared less if anyone read into the smile that she gave him…

…because nothing even mattered.