Warning: I don't own any of the characters, but they are fun to write!!

Co-Author: CSI Kris and Verena

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Prologue

Grissom and Catherine arrived at the scene and he stopped the Denali behind two police cars that were parked across the street. They got out and tried to make their way through all the people standing in front of the crime scene tape. "Where did all those rubbernecks come from at this hour? It's 3am." Catherine said disbelievingly. "They are like vultures. Whenever there's a crime scene, they seem to smell it and immediately dart at it." When they finally made it to the cordon, a police officer lifted the tape for them.

"Care to fill us in?" Catherine asked Brass as he slowly approached them. "Sure. Presumably a 62r, neighbor called it in. Got suspicious because the front door was open the whole evening. When we arrived here we cleared the scene but found nobody. What we did find was some blood on the door handle and a few blood drops on the steps." "No dead bodies? What about the owners?" Grissom asked. "Nope, no dead bodies. The owners are Mr. and Mrs. Kleinfeld. They live here alone, no kids. They attended a neighborhood meeting on Friday. I talked to the woman who called it in, and it appears nobody has seen them since. I'm going to do a door to door. That will be fun, considering what time it is." He turned around and left Grissom and Catherine standing in the driveway.

"Okay, I would say we do the inside first as it seems that the crime has been committed there." Grissom said, entering the house, Catherine close behind him. Flashlights turned on, they slowly walked through the hallway. "No sign of a struggle, everything appears to be in its original position..." Catherine said, more to herself than to Grissom. They reached the living room and Grissom turned left and walked into the kitchen. His eyes caught some kind of liquid drops on the floor. Taking a closer look he realized it was blood. "Hey Cath...I got blood drops on the kitchen floor." He set his kit down beside him and started to process the evidence. "Alright, I'll go check the bedroom." When Catherine entered the bedroom she was again surprised to see a tidy room as this was supposed to be a burglary. Nobody had slept in the bed recently and there was no sign of an outside intruder. But she noticed that the glass door that leads into the garden was broken. "Gil, it seems as if they came in through the back door. I'll collect the glass fragments and get them to trace."

Grissom was so concentrated that at first he didn't even notice that Catherine was talking to him. "Cath, did you say something?" No answer...All he heard was a rumbling sound. He got up and walked towards the bedroom. "Catherine?" Still no answer. Slowly he peeked into the room but there was no sign of Catherine either. He assumed she'd gone outside to follow the trace of the intruders, so he went further inside. When he arrived at the other side of the bed, he saw that Catherine's kit was flipped around and the contents was scattered on the floor. Grissom hastily turned around and just as he wanted to call for help, he was grabbed from behind and something was pressed over his mouth. He tried to fight his attacker off but it was impossible because the drug began to take effect. He fell to the floor, turned his head and the last thing he saw before everything went black was Catherine, lying unconscious next to him.

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They were all tired from their shift, but were notified by page they were needed for a double. "Man…I need a shower. You'd think they would have spared us some time for a shower. I can't believe I got stuck surfing the dumpster," Warrick smacked Nick on the arm in a friendly punch. "Well, at least you get to smell me for the next 12 hours or so."

Nick scoffed as he noticed Sara quickly pull up in her Denali. "Lucky me…Lucky me," Nick said below his breath to Warrick. "Man…I wished they would have let you shower too."

"Hey…guys! Any news why we had to rush out here?" Sara asked as she rounded upon them with a disgusted face. "God…someone really needs a shower. Damn Warrick!" Her eyes widened in alarm as she suddenly realized Warrick was about to give her a nice big hug. "No…NO…," she started as she kept backing up. "DON'T YOU DARE…Warrick I swear if you…," her voice choked as he pulled her into a firm hug as he smoothed her back with his hands.

"Why don't you get a room?" Nick joked as he watched them pull apart quickly. "Whatever Nick…whatever man. Fancy you talking about romance. How's Catherine?"

"You know about that too?" They all spun around as they heard Greg's voice. He had a big grin on his face. "Sorry Nick…the cat's out of the bag," Greg joked on as he laughed harder.

"You're dating Catherine?" Sara asked flabbergasted. "I can't believe she never told me. That bitch. She's supposed to tell me everything!" It was a known secret that Catherine and Sara had become rather close recently.. Sara shook her head in annoyance. "How long?" She found herself asking Nick.

Nick took a deep breath as he shook his head at all of them. "Greg…you and your damn big mouth. When Cath finds out she's going to have your hide because I was never supposed to tell you. Damn…I can't believe I went out drinking with you this week…Asshole," Nick whispered as he chuckled. He looked at Sara and noticed that she was still waiting on an answer. "Believe it or not, Cath told me she planned on telling you about us this weekend. She felt guilty not saying anything to you about it. We've been seeing each other a little over two months now. At first it was just like two friends hanging out, and then we'll it became more than that.

Warrick remained quiet as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He had thought about asking Catherine out numerous times, but knew what kind of relationship they would have had. It would have only been a physical one. She was beautiful. Who was he kidding she was hot, but he also knew she was not his type personality wise. They would have clashed big time. He smacked Nick on the shoulder before he spoke. "Man I can't believe you never told ME! So…does she have as much fire to her in the sack?"

Sara slugged Warrick on his arm as her eyes widen in shock. "I can't believe you just asked him that." She seemed to get more steamed as Warrick just raised his shoulders as he continued to look at Nick.

"Like I'd tell you that," he stopped suddenly as he thought about it. Should he tell them that he had in fact not slept with her? He shook his head no at his own thought, and that was when he noticed Brass come out of the house that they were all standing in front of. "How does something like this HAPPEN," Brass shouted unknown to his little audience. He happened to forget how effective Grissom's team was.

"We cleared the scene first Brass. Nobody was here. I came out to my car to file my report, and when I came back in they were gone. Both of them," Detective Vartan stopped as he scratched his head. "I ran back outside and noticed their car was gone. I almost assumed that we must have missed each other somehow. Then I realized something was off--their kits. Grissom's was missing, and well Catherine's was still where she had left it, but it was flipped over. I'm no CSI, but there are marks on the door frame near her kit that I don't remember seeing before. I immediately knew something was amiss when I saw her kit and the marks on the door frame. Otherwise…I would have assumed they left. I mean the Denali they came in…is missing as well."