"Look boss, I really don't think this is a good idea" Harry said almost begging his boss not to leave

"Why not Harry?"

"They are flipping CSI's they're going to know you aren't who you say you are"

"Well I'll take the chance"

"Boss"

"WHAT?" he replied exasperated

"There's something I need to tell you"

"What the hell is it Harry?"

"There was sorta, well..."

"Bloody hell, spit it out"

"There was a witness"

"Yeah, and you killed them?" he hoped

"No" Harry's boss looked like he was about to explode

"Can I not trust you to do anything, anymore? You used to be my top guy,what the hell?" Harry though that his boss you have killed him by now but instead he was scarily calm.

"Look it was his wife" Karl put his hand up to stop Harry from speaking

"A freaking, god damn cop" he whispered

"Look Stokes has kids, I just took their father, you're expecting me to take their mother on the same day?"

"Yeah" Karl said simply, widening his eyes. Harry looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind "look you stay here; I'm not done with you"


Receiving that call from Sara to tell him Nick had been shot had been the scariest of his life. Morgan had been lying peacefully sleeping beside him. He'd contemplated on not waking her, but he knew she's probably killed him later. Morgan had taken their son Oliver to Ecklie's house and Greg had driven straight up. He couldn't bear to lose another friend to a stupid human-being, thinking that he had the right to play God. Greg's knuckles had gone white he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly when he had been driving. He paced through the hospital's double doors, like he was a man on a mission; He noticed Sara standing at reception and wondered why she wasn't upstairs yet. "Hey, they wouldn't let me up, family only, I can't get a hold of Holly either" Sara explained, noticing his confusion

"Hey Sara" Greg began "are you okay?"

"I'm fine why?" she wondered

"You were there, Sara"

"I'm fine, Greg

"Okay let's get up to Nick" Greg said walking over to the desk. Sara grabbed his arm

"How are you planning on getting in?" Greg reminded her of what Nick had told them years ago. Now G if anyone of us are ever in hospital, Grissom and Cath are parents and everyone else is brother or sister.

"Damn why I didn't remember that" Sara cursed. Greg walked up to the reception desk "hi, im looking for Nick Stokes, he's my brother" the receptionist look at them both funny

"What's your name, sir?"

"Greg Stokes"


"Hi I'm Elaine, I'm part of the team treating Nick" she reminded Holly of Nick, she was treating them as if his survival mattered to her and it wasn't just her job. "…he suffered two gunshot wounds to his chest, thankfully none hit the heart. Were taking him into theatre now and try and remove the bullets, I can assure you he is in the best possible hands. Ill try to keep you as updated as I possibly can, do either of you have any questions?" Holly and Russell shook their heads "okay well if you think of anything, you can have me or his Dr, Dr Adams paged. Oh and Nick's brother is on his way up."

"Thank you nurse" D.B said She turned and walked away from them.

"Brother?" Holly exclaimed "I haven't called his family yet" she closed her eyes and tilted her head; she still needed to inform them. Holly smiled "Greg" Russell looked at her confused, "technically we are a family"

"Excuse me?" a voice called from behind. Russell and Holly turned around, to see a tall, white man coming towards them "hi, are you two with Mr. Stokes" Holly nodded, and then waited for the man to carry on.

"Oh…yeah" he laughed reaching in for him suit pocket. Holly and Russell both put their hands on their guns "Ha, smart move" he produced a FBI badge for a split second "Special Agent Brown, Internal Affairs, how is Mr Stokes?"

"Why are you here?" Holly asked him coldly

"We have info that a police office shot your husband"

"Okay and you're telling us this why?"

"I'd like to talk with Mr. Stokes please"

"Yeah…so would I" Holly said sarcastically. Holly was above suspicious of this guy.

"What my college means is that, we haven't began looking through evidence yet, and we have no reason to believe that an officer was involved, but we will call you if we discover otherwise"

"Look, your CSI guy, is in theatre and your withholding information"

"I think you should leave now"

"ma'am"

"Don't call me 'ma'am'; I want you to leave, now"

"I'll be in touch" the man smiled before turning and almost bumping into Greg and Sara

"Who was that" Greg asked

"A fake I.A agent" Greg and Sara looked at her with wide eyes

"How do you know he's a fake" Russell, Sara and Greg all said in unison

"For a start no I.A agent refers to Nick as my 'husband', he's clearly never taken anything out of his pocket before, oh and he was being to nice"

"Oh okay" Sara began even more worried "Nick, how's he doing?"

"None of the bullet hit his heart, they've taken him into surgery" D.B explained. They all stood in silence for a while worrying about Nick.

"Morgan, should be on her way up, soon, Finn called me back too, she's stuck in traffic on the strip, she's gonna call when she's near." Greg informed them.

"Should we call Catherine?" Sara asked?"


"I don't really care what case I'm on now on right now, I'm getting on the next plane to Vegas"

"Cath, you can't go running back to Vegas, every time one of your old buddies gets shot" Brian argued with his best agent.

"Well sack me then"

"Look im not sacking anyone" Brain said calming down a little as he and Catherine walked into his office "sit down Catherine, how well do you know him"

"Well, are you gonna give me time off or not?" she asked standing up

"How long you gonna be gone for, who's running the department?"

"Scott can run it he'll manage for a week or so, I'll call you" she said turning and beginning to walk out

"Hey, hey, hey a week or so, jees" Catherine stopped in her tracks

"What?"

"Do you need a helicopter, or are you flying commercial?" Catherine smiled at him

"Thanks boss!"


The CSI's were sitting in the ICU's waiting room. It'd been 3 hours since Nick had been shot 2 since they'd called Catherine and 1 since they'd heard anything from anyone. Jim had come and gone, they'd gotten a few leads and he's gone to follow them. Russell, Finn and Morgan and gone to process the evidence, leaving Greg, Holly and Sara alone. Greg and Sara were making small talk, whist Holly was sitting staring at the floor. She still hadn't called Nick's parents. What was she supposed to say to them? 'Oh hey, someone tried to kill your son – again' Then there was the 'I.A' guy. The way he said 'CSI guy' had made her skin crawl. Maybe it was just her imagination and the stress of everything, but she was sure as hell, that he sounded exactly like Walter Gordon. Walter Gordon, that name made her want to punch someone. She also had to tell her kids that their dad might never come home again. That was the hardest part, how do you tell a 6 year old and a 2 year old that their daddy was murdered. Greg brought Holly out of her thoughts "you wanna coffee? I'm going on a run"

"Yeah, thanks Greg" Greg left and Sara came and sat beside her "have you called Nick's parents yet?" A single tear fell down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away

"I don't know how to tell them"

"Look from what I know they're lovely people and they love you, just tell them as it is" Holly nodded "I'll give you some space" Sara informed her. Holly took a deep breath and called her mother-in-laws

"Hello?" a groggy, tired voice came from the other end of the phone

"Hey, Jill its Holly"

"Hey girl, how those kids of yours coming along?"

"Just the same as when you called me a day ago"

"So anyway, there has to be a reason for you waking me up at 4 in the morning"

"Yeah, about that, Jill listen to me, it Nick…"

"Oh goodness" she inhaled a sharp breath "what happened

"Erm…he was shot, he's in surgery" she said quickly. She could hear her waking up her husband

"Holly, is he gonna be okay?" she was silent for a dew seconds

"I'm not sure" she could hear Jill sobbing and Rodger comforting her. He'd taken the phone from her

"Holz, we will be on the next flight"


"I looked through all of Nick's cases nothing stood out; didn't Nick have a stalker a while back?" Morgan asked D.B and Finn

"Holly would have said if he was the shooter and he sounds like someone who would do things himself, but check him out anyway" D.B said.

"I looked over the bar's CCTV, nothing its actually terrible, but I did look over the road traffic cameras" Finn explained "the only that came out of the car part at the time of the shooting was a silver Mercedes, plate number QK75 MEK ran it through the DMV database, and I got a name, meet Harry Shaw" Finn handed D.B a picture "From the picture it looks like the same guy"

"So why did he shoot Nick then?" Morgan asked

"he doesn't have a record and no reason to do anything wrong, I think he was hired" Finn suggested

"Call brass, were going to have a chat with Mr. Shaw. D.B said picking up his photo again.

"LVPD, Shaw, WE HAVE A WARRANT" Jim Brass shouted whist banging on the front door. D.B and Finn were standing behind him with their guns also drawn. He nodded to Mitch to kick it down.

"LVPD, POLICE" within the next minute they were given the all clear "house is clear sir, body in the kitchen"

"I wonder if it's Shaw?" D.B asked almost to himself.

"Okay so house is registered to Harry Shaw lives alone, and I have no idea who that is" Brass explained standing over the John Doe. whist D.B was looking around the kitchen and Finn studying the blood

"Alright, call Dave, have him come pick him up, we need to work this out"