A dark figure stared out of the window of the black car; the eyes followed a familiar route. The mysterious person tried to stretch out their legs but the car was too small to allow them to have adequate space. The eyes were still locked on their destination. The person watched curiously as a teenager picked up a flower from the side of the road and handed it to their mother standing next to her. They smiled at each other and continued walking. Then the child started talking quite a lot, something she's passionate about, the dark eyes detected from the excitement in her face and the hand movements. The mother laughed at the young girl's enthusiasm. The couple reached their point of destination and disappeared out of sight.

The dark figure let out a groan as they attacked the foot pedals. Tears stung as they left the dark eyes for umpteenth time this month. They revved the engine and drove away...

"I do understand Catherine, I'm just saying"

Catherine cut in and exclaimed, "So the safety of MY child isn't important to you Gil?"

"You know I care for the people in my team and consequently their families, I just think you're being a little paranoid."

By this point Catherine was getting angry, after all she was a CSI so it wasn't too hard for her to tell that a car had been following her at least half a dozen times. Unfortunately she could never get a good look at the driver. Normally Catherine would deal with things like this on her own but when it came down to the safety of her child, she'd do anything.

Grissom sighed, he rubbed his forehead then took off his glasses and placed them on the desk, "Catherine, what do you expect me to do?"

"Nothing! Just sit there and mope about Sara," Catherine said then she rushed out the door and slammed it shut. She turned her body left which is when at that precise moment she collided with Greg who had heard Catherine's last statement.

"Hey Cath, what's got you rubbed up the wrong way?" Greg asked as he stepped back from Catherine who scowled for his use of her name, Greg gave her an apologetic look.

"Just...just...leave it." Catherine proceeded to walk away.

"Don't you think you were a bit harsh to Grissom back there?"

Catherine spun around and gave Warwick a curious look, "Hey Sara's gone. G-O-N-E. She's the past. SHE made the choice to leave. We can't just let time stand still."

"I know you're missing her too."

Catherine then walked towards Greg looking angry, "No I don't. I'm just sick of people round here waiting for the world to end now she has left."

"Well you couldn't go a day without criticising Sara when she was her and you're still doing it. You're explaining every problem with a Sara answer." Greg didn't allow Catherine time to answer; instead he dashed into Grissom's office. Catherine continued her journey to the locker room while muttering under her breath, 'If that was true I would have gone to Gil saying it was Sara stalking me.'

As Catherine was getting ready in the locker room, she was debating in her head whether to tell her 15 year old child her fears or not. On one hand Catherine didn't want Lindsey to worry but on the other she wanted Lindsey to be aware of the dangers of strangers. Quickly getting ready to exit Warwick walked in. 'I don't have time for this,' Catherine thought as she slammed her locker shut, she was still in an angry mood, so Catherine made her excuse to Warwick 'Lindsey, school,' and exited the building.

"Mom, what's going on?" Lindsey enquired as her mom drove through the mad morning traffic.

"Nothing baby," Catherine answered calmly (surprise! Catherine could sometime control her emotions).

"Mom you are SO lying out of your ass!"

"LANGUAGE LINDSEY! So how was your night at Aunty Nancy's?"

"You keep checking the mirror like every 10 seconds and trying to change the subject but as I'm a polite young lady I will answer your pointless question, the night at Aunt Nancy's was fine."

Catherine chuckled and smiled at her daughter, then pointed her finger and said, "You would make a great CSI."

"Well duh mom, it's in the genes! So come on what's going on?"

"It's nothing." Catherine answered firmly hoping to put an end to the subject.

"I am fifteen! I deserve to be 'in the loop'," Lindsey then folded her arms and scowled at her mom like a 3 year old.

Catherine decided that Lindsey had the right to know, "I think someone might be following us but I can't see them this morning but they were definitely there last night when we walked home from school together. It's a black Ford Mondeo."

"Oh," was all Lindsey could answer.

"Yeah well don't worry super mom is here to protect you," Catherine said as she pulled up to the school, "Just you know, don't talk to any strangers."

Lindsey rolled her eyes at her mom and quickly said goodbye as she got out the car. Catherine watched her daughter great her friends. Their relationship had been like a rollercoaster, some ups, some downs, but now they were on common ground and learning to enjoy each other times. Catherine tried to suppress her yawn but could not, she took that as a sign, there was only one place her body wanted to be; bed.

Lindsey Willows strolled out of the school gates while chatting with her closest friends. She knew her mom was quite tired this morning so she was unsure whether her mom would be there or not, so Lindsey peered around trying to see her mom's car. Lindsey couldn't see it however she could see a black Ford Mondeo. In a brave moment Lindsey decided to stroll past the car and try to see who the driver was.

"Hey Jess, just walk down the street with me will ya? We need to do some detective work," Lindsey asked because she knew she had to keep safe. Her friend readily agreed, they walked down the street feeling like Bonnie and Clyde. Lindsey tried to get a few glances but the dark figure was looking the opposite way, so she kept on chatting with Jessica about the latest episode of Desperate Housewives. Suddenly Lindsey saw the figure. Lindsey stood there opened mouthed as it clicked who the person was. Lindsey ran towards the car and tried to open the door but it was locked. The person in the car wound down the window and looked at Lindsey.

"You'd better explain yourself before I let your secret out," Lindsey said half concerned and half angry