I am SO sorry for my hiatus. It was unintentional. I started out waiting for help with my other story, Half Past Now, from somone who gave me the impression that she would be helping me. Then... things just away from me. Plus there was this whole nasty being grounded thing... Anyway, I'm really sorry.

The next chapter will be Grissom, Sara, and Riley's parts. I hope you don't mind I split it up.

-Heidi.

Realm of the Bizarre

Chapter 3

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Catherine practiced and practiced all evening, getting less of her actual work done than she should have though she could always just go back and finish it. She realized that having her ability was going to be a gift and a curse towards her work ethic. She had always been good about getting things done on time but now that was all relative.

Having practiced for the better part of an evening she realized several things about her ability. One, with time travel almost anything was possible. Two she could change as much or as little as she wanted to in her future or present when she went back, it seemed that all she had to do was visualize the desired result and it would occur. Three, she could take anything, living or inanimate, back into the past with her and bring it forward again as long as she was touching it.

She had also gathered enough information to have some sort of plan, though she was still a bit unsure about it. She didn't know what had caused her ability, nor Nick's, and she also hadn't any idea if anyone else had actually been given some sort of ability or not. She suspected that Riley had some sort of power because in the few brief times she'd been around the younger CSI she'd felt oddly elated, something she wasn't prone to feeling just hours after the death of a loved one. Riley had some sort of control over emotional status.

Then there was the problem she had deciding weather or not she should inform Grissom about her ability, Nick's, and her suspicion that Riley had one similar. And, would he be as supportive of her plan to go back and retrieve Warrick or would he resist it?

Then again it was Warrick after all, she didn't care what anyone else though in the slightest. If there was a chance she wouldn't have to wake up another morning in her life without him in it she was going to take it.

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The more Greg had worked his way through the night the more he felt ready to get home. He kept having small premonitions about things that would change in the blink of an eye. He felt certain that he'd been right about them but then somehow Catherine would do something to prove him wrong, it was giving him a sense that perhaps she was doing something more significant than other people.

Other things were happening too to make him wonder if he shouldn't go home and sleep it off. He kept having visions, most involving the team and sever involving Warrick, that he knew couldn't be possible. It was such a strange sensation, trusting his mind completely but feeling so certain he was wrong. The scientist in him worried that it wasn't a gift passed down to him from his Grandma Olaf after all but a severe psychological break, at the loss of Warrick, slowly growing on him.

The question was which part of him did he believe more? His instinct which told him that this was legitimate and he really was seeing the future. Or, perhaps, the scientist in him was right and he was slowly slipping away from reality. Would he lose complete control of his mind? The thought was less than thrilling to him.

"I just wish I knew for sure," he said out loud though he didn't know to whom. Not to himself as he wasn't completely psychologically impaired yet, but perhaps to someone else? Warrick? Grandma Olaf? Both perhaps?

All he was certain of was that he would have his answer. The the time was going to come when his questions would be answered. How, when, and why?

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Nick visited Catherine several times throughout the course of the night and had thus gained full knowledge of her entire plan. The two of them would go back to the night Warrick had been killed and lurk in the alleyway. First they would plant a recording device in Warrick's car to capture the conversation he had with McKeen before he'd been shot and perhaps a visual recording device to attain proof that he had in fact intended to use his weapon on Warrick, the rest was fairly simple. They wouldn't give him the chance.

What he knew from being able to read Catherine's mind, even though she hadn't been so forthcoming with the idea was that she intended to kill Geoffrey McKeen. There was more rage in her tiny form than he'd ever seen. Just being in the room with her when thoughts of Warrick or McKeen came into her mind was enough to let him know there was a lot more to what she was feeling than he'd ever realized before.

A part of him was fairly certain that Catherine was in love with Warrick—something he only wished he'd noticed ages before because it had been long known to him that Warrick had feelings for Catherine in a way he'd never had for another woman, not even Tina.

He didn't know what to say or do regarding Catherine's intention though, if he should mention to her that he knew the full intent of her plan or if he should go along with it. It wasn't a state secret that he too had felt like killing McKeen, and had even been on the edge of doing it himself. Still, a part of him felt that it was wrong and it was for the courts to decide what happened with him the second time around. His gun shot wound had been a fatality the first time... but who knew how it would go down the second? Also, a part of him thought that Catherine deserved to fulfill her vendetta and that part of him wanted to give her the chance.