Disclaimer: I don't own Catherine Willows. I don't own Lindsey Willows. Nor do I own any other member/part of CSI. I do, however, own Jack Allen, Diane Allen, and their kids. Don't sue; I'm just a poor kid still in high school.

CHAPTER ONE: call the police.

It was 2:30 pm when Catherine Willows got the call. She was on her way to work, just shy of pulling into the parking lot.
She picked up the ringing phone. "Hello?"
"Aunt Catherine?" The voice sounded shaky and unsure.
"Ricky?" Catherine asked.
"I need your help." Her niece sounded desperate. "Please, Aunt Cath. It's an emergency."
Catherine was just about to reply when Ricky disconnected the phone. Catherine dialed her boss, to tell him she'd be MIA for a while. It rang through to his voicemail. "Hey Gris, it's Catherine. Look, I'm gonna be a little late today. My niece called with an emergency. Call you when I can." Hanging up the phone, she pulled a U-Turn and sped down to her estranged sister's house.

When she pulled onto the side of the street, she found her niece at the end of the driveway. She wore a blank stare.
"Ricky? What's going on?" Catherine asked. No answer. "Cricket, look at me." The girl did. "Tell me what the emergency is."
Ricky looked back down at the ground, muttering a few words. "In the window."
Catherine walked over to the long, narrow window on the side of the door. Her eyes widened, and jaw dropped. Her head turned slightly to the left, but her eyes didn't move. They were locked on the sight.
"Did you go in?"
"No." Ricky was now behind her aunt.
"Call the police."

Ten minutes later, the police arrived with the ever-handy crime scene investigators. Ricky gave her statement to them as Gil caught sight of the back of a tall, lean blonde standing in the front yard. She was staring at the house.
"Catherine?" He asked.
She turned around. "Gil."
"I got your message. Is your niece okay?"
"I'm not sure. Right now, probably not." She let out a sigh.
"Where is she?"
"Over there with Brass."
Gil turned to see a freckle faced girl with brilliant red hair standing next to Captain Brass. She looked pale, almost like part the living dead population. He looked back to his co-worker.
"Are you okay?" It dawned on him as to what had probably happened.
Nodding, Catherine ran a hand through her loose hair. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed again, and crossed her arms. "I never thought this would have been a problem..."

The team spread out across the house. Grissom and Warrick were processing the living room as Sara went upstairs to check it out. She came back down and checked the master bedroom, just off of the kitchen. The only important thing she found was a sleeping child. She picked him up from his crib and carried him out into the living room, careful not to wake him. "Uh, Gil?"
He looked up. "Sorry, Maury Povich. You can't make me take a test."
"I have good news and bad news. Bad news is, you already took the test. Good news is, you're not the father." Sara played into his little joke. Grissom smirked and started processing again. "Who do I give him to?"
Without looking up, he replied, "Catherine."

"Andy!" Catherine plucked the small sleeping boy from Sara's arms. "Thanks Sara."
"No problem. Is that your nephew?" She asked. Catherine nodded. "He's cute."
Catherine looked at the small boy in her arms. "Yeah. He'll be two in a few months."