A/N: This is a short chapter I know. This takes place between a Little Murder and Abra Cadaver. I hope you like. Leave reviews!

"Okay guys we got three cases to work," Gil Grissom said entering the break room where his team was gathered. "Nick Sara 419 at the Mirage. Warrick you and me have a 419 in Henderson," he handed each their perspective folders and turned to Catherine and handed her one. "You have a home invasion." He turned to leave. Nick and Sara had already made it to the door following Warrick who stopped mid-step.

"Solo?" Catherine asked and slowly he turned to look at her.

"Yeah you're working this solo," he said having not read her report on the other home invasion she had previously worked on with Warrick. "Is that a problem?"

"No ... no it's not a problem," she glared at him and then stormed out. Everyone watched in shock, well everyone but Warrick who looked worried.

Catherine pulled up to the scene and stared at the home. Taking a deep breath she grabbed her kit and exited the vehicle. Walking up to the Detective, noticing he was new right away, she introduced herself. "I'm Catherine Willows."

"Mark Anders. You the CSI?" he questioned.

"Yeah where is the vic?"

"Living room. What happened to your head," he indicated the bump on her forehead with his notepad.

"Wrestling with my daughter, hit the counter," she lied quickly. "Any ID on the vic yet?"

"Yeah," he looked at his pad. "32 year old John Cassatt. House isn't his."

"Wonderful,' she whispered under her breath as she entered the home. Heading straight towards the living room she kept remembering what happened on her last home invasion.

"You must be Catherine Willows," the officer said looking at her. "Joe Johnson."

"Blood splatter," she noted pointing towards the wall. She then looked at the body in the center of the room.

"Close range." He smiled at her questioning look. "I'm taking classed at UNLV. My Professor talks about you a lot, says your one of the smartest he has had."

"Professor Rick Blackford," she stated shacking her head. Snapping pictures of the splatter she smiled to herself remembering the professor.

"Yep."

"Don't believe everything he says," she smiled and looked at the body. "You are right the size and shape of the splatter indicates close range." She moved to where she believed the victim would have been. "So the victim was right about her. Suspect comes up and ..." she felt an arm wrap around her stomach and pull her backwards. Just as she began to fight she felt a knife go to her throat.

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