Catherine's Nightmare

By Pandy Roxy Chick

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody from CSI I wish I did especially finding out about episode 5-22.

A/N: This is my first CSI fic but I have authored two CSI: MIAMI fics. The one thing I hate is flame reviews so no flame reviews. Almost forgot. This story is set before Grave Danger.

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Chapter One-The Worst Birthday

Las Vegas Crime Lab Break room. 7:30 a.m. 26th of March 2005 (Catherine's Birthday if you didn't know). Nick and Warrick are in the break room waiting for Catherine to give them their assignments. Catherine then barged into the break room.

"I don't want to work today 'cos it's my birthday," Catherine said.

"What? You 30 again?" Nick said jokingly.

"No. You know it. I'm 42. Nick, you have a DB out in the desert Brass is already out there and Warrick you and I have a homicide suicide or possibly a double homicide." Said Catherine in a commanding voice and grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting down next to Warrick.

"Okay," Nick replied, heading to the locker room to grab his field kit.

"Hey. If you want to take today off, I can handle this case by myself," Warrick offered.

"Doesn't matter as long as I get to spend part of the day away from here." Catherine said, smiling at the offer.

"Are you doing anything with Lindsey?" Warrick asked.

"She is staying at a friend's house. We should get going," she said, getting up and walking toward her office.

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The Ramco Hotel room. 202 7:55am 26th of March 2005.

"Who are the victims?" Catherine asked O'Riely as she walked into the room.

"Analise and Timothy McGee. They checked in a couple of days ago. We suspect that Timothy killed Analise then turned the gun on himself, but it could still be a double homicide." Replied O'Riely.

"Thanks. We can take it from here. Warrick, you collect evidence and I'll analyse the blood splatters." Catherine said absently, walking over to the wall to look at the splatter.

"Cath, come here," Warrick called.

"What'd ya find?" Catherine asked, coming to stand beside him.

"I think I found the murder weapon," Warrick replied, pulling a gun out of the trash can and putting it in an evidence bag.

An hour passed in silence so now it's about 9:00am.

"We should go back to the lab and finish processing the evidence." Catherine said with a sigh.

"I agree," Warrick replied.

"You driving?" asked Catherine, walking backward towards the door but ran into the door frame.

"Yeah. You alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Catherine said, quickly recovering.

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Las Vegas Crime Lab. Catherine's office. 9:35 a.m. 26th of March 2005. Catherine is doing paperwork when she hears a knock at the door. She lifts up her head to see Grissom.

"Grissom. What are you doing here? Your shift doesn't start for hours," Catherine said, surprise registering on her face.

"I just wanted to give you this," Grissom replied, handing Catherine a box.

"Thanks," Catherine said with a delighted smile, opening the box to reveal a fluffy stuffed teddy.

"I've gotta go," Grissom said apologetically.

"I have work to do anyway." Catherine said, walking over to the door.

Grissom followed Catherine out of her office but went in the other direction.

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Las Vegas Crime Lab Layout Room. 11:45 a.m. 26th of March 2005. Catherine and Warrick are talking about their case until Nick interrupts them.

"Um…Cath. Lindsey is at reception," Nick said.

"Did she say why she wants to see me?" Catherine asked with a frown.

"No, but she did say it is important," replied Nick.

"Thanks." Nick nodded and Catherine got up and walked to reception.

"Lindsey what do you want?" she asked when reached her daughter.

"Mom. Earlier today, before I went to school, someone called and threatened to kill you," Lindsey replied fearfully.

"Oh my god. Come with me." Catherine took Lindsey into her office.

"Mom, I'm scared," Lindsey said, walking into her mom's arms.

"It's gonna be ok. You can stay at your aunt's house for a while," Catherine said reassuringly, placing a kiss on top of her daughter's head.

"Mom, I recognize the voice...it sounded like one of your ex-boyfriends," Lindsey said carefully, pulling away to look her mother in the eye.

"Who Lindsey? I need to know who." She pulled completely away so she could look Lindsey full in the face.

"It was Danny Pino," Lindsey said. She watched in dismay as her mother ran out of her office and to the locker room.

"Lindsey, where is your mom?" Warrick asked, sticking his head in the office.

"I don't know where she went. Maybe the locker room?" Lindsey suggested.

"Thanks." Warrick said, smiling softly at Lindsey.

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Locker room. 11:59 a.m. 26th of March 2005.

"Cath, you alright?" Warrick asked. He had walked into the locker room and saw Catherine with her head in her hands.

"No, I'm not," Catherine replied through her fingers.

"What's wrong?" asked Warrick.

"Err…this morning Danny Pino, one of my exes, called my house and threatened to kill me. I wasn't home to answer it and Lindsey answered it and she just told me." Catherine started to cry as she forced the last bit out.

"Come here." Warrick said, reaching over to Catherine and pulling her into a hug. He let her cry into his shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"I'm gonna take Lindsey to my sister's then I'm gonna go home." Catherine dried her eyes and reached into her locker and got her bag out.

"See ya tomorrow." Warrick watched her carefully.

"Bye," Catherine said, heading to her office to get Lindsey.

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Catherine's house. 12:25pm 26th of March 2005.

Catherine got out of her car and walked up to the door. She put the key in the door and was about to open it when she was pulled away by a man.

"Let me go! Get off of me!" Catherine yelled as she struggled.

"Shut up bitch," Danny growled.

"Danny," Catherine said in a reasonably calm voice, "You won't accomplish anything by killing me--," Catherine pleaded.

"I'm not going to kill you," Danny replied in a husky tone.

"But yo…" Catherine started in confusion.

"I know I said that I was going to kill you when I rang this morning. But no. I want something from you...and I'm going to take what I want," he whispered as he leered down at her.," replied Danny.

"No, no, no please don't do this," Catherine pleaded, struggling more and more as she realized what he planned. He was way too strong though.

"Shut up. You can't tell me what not to do," Danny grunted as he pushed Catherine into the garage and ripped off her shirt and pulled down her pants.

"No. Let me go Danny!" Catherine screamed, trying to get out of Danny's grip. Her throat was on fire at the emotion that was building up.

"Shut up!" Danny yelled, panting and moving his arm up to Catherine's throat.

Catherine is now struggling for breath, but manages to grab her gun from its holster at her waist. She pointed it at what she hoped was Danny's leg and not hers and fired.

"You'll get what you deserve," Catherine spat, getting her breath back and backing up when Danny lurched toward her.

"You shouldn't have done that," Danny said. He rested his weight on his good leg and punched Catherine as hard as he could, effectively knocking her out.

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Catherine's house. 2:37 p.m. 26th of March 2005. Catherine is regaining consciousness.

"Mmmmmm," Catherine groaned, "How could he do that to me?" She rubbed her face wearily as she brokenly adjusted her clothes to look at least half-way decent.

"What to do? Where to go? Anywhere, but I don't know," Catherine muttered. 'I'll just go back to the lab,' she thought as she started to cry.

She cried all the way to the lab. Then, when Catherine got there, she sat in her car for a while trying to coach herself to look perfectly normal.

"I guess this is it," Catherine said, getting out of her car and heading to the door of the lab.

"Catherine, there is a message for you," said Amelia the receptionist.

"Who is the message from?" Catherine asked, her heart sinking.

"The message is from Danny Pi…" Amelia started.

Catherine cut her off. "If he calls again, tell him that I'm not going to return his calls."

"Okay," Amelia replied, confused by the hostility and sadness in Catherine's voice.

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A/N: Tell me what you think, if I should continue, by reviewing this chapter.