I own nothing, unfortunately. Again, response to my own challenge. Not sure if this will go anywhere. If YOU do your own story involving catherine and werewolves then it would GREATLY encourage me to continue. :) :) Hint, hint... :)

Actual Challenge: Story, Catherine main character, werewolves are real. That is all. :)

"Catherine, you and I have a DB north of town. A woman was ripped to pieces." Grissom quickly finished after finding Catherine sitting at her desk.

"Now?" She asked, frustrated to have to leave out to a scene when she had so many reports to type up.

"Now. I'll meet you at the car." Grissom spun on his heels and walked briskly out.

Sighing, Catherine hit the save button on her computer twice for good measure and closed her laptop. She grabbed her kit and cell, texting Lindsey that she'd probably be late, again.

"Did you really have to pick me to go with you?" Catherine fumed as she climbed into the passenger side of the department-issued SUV. She was only irritated when he'd come into her office, but had worked up to livid by the time she met him. Messy cases always took much longer and she was due off in only a few hours. Not to mention all her reports were seriously cutting it close to their due date.

"Catherine, Warrick, Sara and Greg are already at a scene in Henderson."

"Nick? Couldn't you have taken Nick with you? It's not like he has any kids...or a girlfriend....or much of a life for that matter. Not that I have one either with the way we've been working lately."

"Nick has the night off Cath, ok? If we're not finished by the time you're supposed to go home and you haven't calmed down, I'll consider calling him to come in early to pull a double...but I'm guessing you would owe him...big time."

Catherine rolled her eyes. No, she wouldn't ask Nick to come in for her. She couldn't do that to one of her co-workers, least of all Nick. He was always so willing to bend over backwards for her...he was so...well, Nick. Besides, she didn't really have anywhere to be. It was just the principle of the thing. She'd stayed late every night for the past several weeks and promised Lindsey she would make her pancakes before school. Another promise broken. She thought.

"It's fine, Grissom." She said convincing no one in the car.

Grissom eyed her as they sat at a red light.

"Ok, I'm not fine, but I'll be fine by the time we get there, ok? Happy?"

"You know I always enjoy working with you. We dont' get to much anymore." He said, trying to charm his way back into one of his oldest and best friends' hearts.

"Mmm-hmm. Missed you too, Gil." She responded absentmindedly peering out the window to the full moon above them.

Thirty minutes later they finally made it to the scene. The middle of nowhere.

Apparently some teenagers had found the body when they'd driven out to the desert with the intention of getting wasted. They thought they saw something and called 911 when they saw it was a woman.

Truth be told, Catherine was surprised they called it in, since they were minors in possession and all. She was actually kind of proud of them, putting a good word in with Jim. After getting their stories straight and confiscating their alcohol, he let them go with a warning, since they were such good samaritans and all.

The body was a mess. The kind of mess that a rookie cop or CSI would lose their lunch over. The kind of mess that could only be the product of two things. Pure unadulterated, hateful, vengeful rage. Or a wild animal.

The body certainly looked like it could have been ravaged by a wild animal but there was something off about it. Catherine voiced her concerns.

"If this was an animal....a mountain lion or something, what strikes you as odd about that?" She asked Grissom and Brass.

"Well, don't animals only attack humans if they're hungry?" Brass asked.

"Not necessarily. Sometimes they'll attack if they feel threatened, like backed into a corner."

"Well, I certainly don't see any corners around here, so I doubt the animal felt threatened." Catherine said.

"Which makes me think it attacked out of hunger." Grissom mused.

"Except that there's too much of the body left. If the animal was hungry, why didn't it take more?" Brass stated.

"Exactly." Catherine finally brought her thoughts full circle again.

"So we're probably dealing with a different kind of animal behavior....human rage." Grissom pulled his gloves on and opened his kit.

It was going to be a long night.

REVIEW! PlEASE!!! Also, please feel free to participate in the challenge. It's just a fun way to do fanfic if several peeps are writing on the same topic. Always interesting to see how many different takes people come up with.

Catherine main character.

Werewolves are real.

Can be Cath/Warrick, Cath/Nick, Cath/Grissom, or even Cath/Greg :)

REVIEW! Should I even continue this? Show me by writing your own! :)