Hardest Thing

By: iferleigh

Rating: T (just in case)

Disclaimer: The ones you know aren't mine and the ones you don't know are mine.

Note: Thank you so much for the fab reviews! I'm so happy! Reviews really get me in the mood to write and so I did!

Note2: Things are taking a big turn starting here so please, don't kill me. Things change, especially Catherine since she's out of CSI now. This'll be Grillows, you'll see. I'd be betraying myself if this doesn't turn into Grillows.

Note3: I know I'm not updating as fast as you want me to, but my grandfather recently got hospitalized and I stayed with him lots. He had a stroke, you see, but now that he's a bit okay now and is at home, I'm the one who's sick this time. It sucks.

More on Sam and Catherine here.

-o0o-

Chapter Four: Running

Catherine drove away without looking back. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly as the wheels in her own mind began to turn. She was starting to think of how to put her life back together now. She had to move on, there was nothing left. It was time to make some changes.

The message had been clear to her: Gil didn't want her.

He had let her walk out, let her take the fall easily, let her leave without so much as going after her. He hadn't fought for her enough. Now she wondered, bitterly, where that left her.

If she had stayed she wondered if she would have lasted long being around him and her. She wondered if she would have been able to stand seeing them arrive together, work on a case together, eat together and go home together. She imagined she wouldn't have lasted. There was only so much a person could take. She was strong, but she didn't think she was that strong.

Despite the heartbreak she was facing, she decided to look at this as some sort of blessing. A twisted, cruel, undeniably torturous blessing from the gods; a sign to tell her once and for all she wasn't meant to have Gil Grissom. But she backtracked in her mind and realized this wasn't just a blessing.

It was also a punishment.

For sleeping with someone who was already taken.

For loving someone who was never meant for her.

Catherine, with a heavy heart, accepted her punishment and decided finally that this was how it was supposed to be. She had to leave to give them peace. It was the least she could do.

Her leaving would be part of her penance.

So she drove home and decided it was time for a change in her life.

Catherine packed her clothes in a suitcase and she took what was important: clothes, the photo album of everyone she loved, some important papers, the necklace Eddie had given her that she was planning to give to Lindsey and the ring Sam had given her when she was younger.

She left the beautiful necklace with a butterfly pendant Gil had given her a long time ago.

She didn't want it anymore and convinced herself she didn't want him anymore just as he didn't want her. Never wanted her.

She threw her things in the back of her privately owned Denali and locked her home securely before heading out. Finishing everything, she drove off once more and thought about where she would go now.

She decided to go check in a hotel for the night and forget about everything. She would have all the time in the world for that tomorrow.

Before Catherine knew it she was handing her keys to the valet of the Rampart. She wondered what had possessed her to drive to the casino her father owned. But she decided it was too late and she would have to settle.

Then she realized she didn't really care.

She approached the front desk and the smiling blonde receptionist. "Good evening, welcome to the Rampart Casino. Checking in?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"A room for one, Miss…?"

"Catherine Flynn," the name slipped easily from her lips.

Rachel, her name tag indicated, smiled, "A room for one. We have room 2312 available for you, would that be alright, Ms. Flynn?"

Catherine nodded, "That would be fine."

She really didn't care.

Rachel began typing on her computer and signaled for a bellboy. "Will that be cash or credit card, Ms. Flynn?"

"Cash," she said automatically as the bellboy took her things.

She had no job, a daughter and a life ahead of her and here she was spending her money on a five star hotel. She shrugged off the thought and told herself she deserved it. She was due for a vacation and this was fine, even if it would only last one night.

She really didn't care.

"Mugs?" a familiar voice came, making Catherine spin around and stare.

"Good evening, Mr. Braun," Rachel said to Catherine's father.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked Catherine after nodding at the receptionist. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I should ask you the same thing," Catherine said dryly. "What are you doing here? Where's Lindsey? Where's mom?"

Sam chuckled and turned to Rachel. "Tell my secretary I won't be taking any calls tonight and tell everyone I'm busy. What room did you put her in?"

"Ms. Flynn agreed to take room 2312, Mr. Braun," Rachel said automatically, ever on alert.

Sam looked at Catherine and raised an eyebrow before turning back to the receptionist. "Move her to the Rosewood Suite and put it in my name."

Catherine looked at Sam. "You don't have to do this…"

But Rachel nodded and was already at work. "Right away, Mr. Braun."

Sam chuckled and put his arm around her, just like he used to before everything had gone so wrong between them. "I'm not hearing it. And your mother and Lindsey are at the ranch, enjoying a movie. I was with them, but an important business associate of mine came."

He turned to the bellboy. "Bring everything she has to the suite."

The bellboy nodded. "Right away, sir."

Sam turned to Rachel, holding Catherine close. "This is my daughter, Catherine, if she needs anything, anytime, be sure she gets it. I want the suite to be on top of everyone's list tonight. I don't care who else is here, she comes first. Tomorrow she will be checking out with me."

Rachel nodded once more and began to work on her computer. "Right away, Mr. Braun."

Catherine looked at Sam and pulled back. "What? Sam I…"

"It's a weekend and Lindsey is having fun at the ranch, she'll be thrilled to see you," Sam said with a nod. "But tonight, we're going out to eat, Ms. Flynn."

The tone used with her maiden name was not lost in Catherine and she knew she had a lot of explaining to do with her father.

"Here's your key, Ms. Braun—," Rachel began with a smile on her face, but Catherine shook her head. "Excuse me, Ms. Flynn," she held out the keycard to Catherine dutifully. "Enjoy your stay at the Rampart. Have a good night."

Sam took the key from Rachel and handed it to Catherine who only looked at it. "Take it, Mugs, I know something happened, otherwise, you wouldn't be here hiding."

Catherine looked at her father, realizing she hated the way he knew her so well despite the fact that he was more like a shadow in her life than a father.

"Take it," Sam urged. "I haven't seen you lately and I know you need to talk so why not do it over a nice dinner with your old man?"

"It'll ruin the nice dinner with the old man," Catherine muttered, tucking a lock of strawberry blonde hair nervously as she looked around, afraid someone might see her.

Sam noticed right away and pushed the key in her hand. "Come on, I haven't eaten yet. Your mother and Lindsey insisted we eat during the movie and since I didn't get to watch I'm sure they ate without me."

Catherine bit her bottom lip, thinking.

"You know it's lonely to eat alone," Sam said, his eyes softening.

Glancing at the receptionist who was eagerly watching the exchange of Sam Braun and his "daughter" that no one had ever mentioned hearing about, Catherine finally nodded.

Sam smiled and nodded at the bellboy to bring her bag up to her suite. "Would you like to eat here or somewhere else?"

Catherine shrugged.

She really didn't care.

Sam turned to Rachel once more. "Have a limo ready out front. I'm taking my daughter out tonight."

Rachel nodded and began to speak through her headset. "A limo for Mr. Braun out front."

Sam nodded and smiled at Catherine. "Come on, Mugs."

"Your limo is waiting out front, Mr. Braun," Rachel informed with a smile as Sam placed his arm over Catherine's shoulder and ushered her away. "Good night, Mr. Braun, Ms. Flynn."

-o0o-

Catherine eased herself in the limo, seating herself across from her father who was looking at her with bright eyes. "You look good, Mugs."

She shrugged. "You always say that."

"Because it's true," he said with sincerity that was not lost to Catherine. "Remember the last time we sat in a limo?"

She tried not to cringe. Her mother had given her hell for that and Catherine could only appease her by going out to dinner with her and her father that night. It was the night things had seemingly suddenly fall into place for everyone. Especially Sam and Catherine; Lily's tears and Lindsey's half beg/ half tirade had come later not too long after that dinner. "Yeah."

"The night of Lois' party," Sam supplied. "The night you found out about your mother and me."

Catherine nodded. "How could I forget?"

Sam nodded. "But we've come a long way since then, Mugs. Did I ever thank you for giving me, your mother and us a chance? And Lindsey…she's been a joy in my life."

Catherine looked out the window, watching as the lights passed before her. "Yes, she has, hasn't she? I'm glad you two are happy. And mom as well."

Sam heard the sadness in her voice, but wondered if he should intervene. Father or not, it didn't change the fact that he lied to her and, as she knew, thought and believed, he killed a woman.

"Lindsey is a beautiful child, did she tell you she's conned me into taking nights off? Since she started coming around, I've been taking night offs, it's the first time I've done anything like that since…" he trailed off as he watched her.

She looked at him, her blue eyes looking into his gray ones. "Since I was a child?"

He nodded, "When I used to come around in Montana to see you and your mother."

Catherine nodded as well, "When you were too tired to drive all the way home to here."

Sam smiled. "You were always such a smart kid, nothing could get by you. Gave your mother hell with all the questions you asked and how you never stopped talking."

She smiled a little. "I remember I did it sometimes just to annoy her. I'd ask and ask and ask and Nancy would just stare at me and mom until mom would snap and tell me to shut up."

Sam chuckled. "She was right then."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"She always complained to me how you always asked questions to intentionally get under her skin," he said and began to laugh. "And I told her it was just her imagination and to understand because you were still a kid, curious and new to everything, but since you told me yourself, I guess she was right after all."

Catherine smiled. "I don't know why I always had fun in annoying her."

Sam chuckled. "Same reason I have fun annoying her—it's fun. She's funny when she's flustered and upset. I never could take her seriously when she was mad."

Catherine chuckled. "She's not used to being mad. She's too nice, I always thought so. Even when it came to me, I think."

"Yes, she is too nice," Sam agreed. "I don't know how you might take this, but I'm happy you didn't turn out like that. You're stronger than your mother and she knows it."

"Leaving home at sixteen, coming back to nothing at seventeen, hightailing it to Vegas before eighteen, dancing to get by, getting married, Eddie, going back to school, dancing to get through school, having Lindsey, my job and everything that ever came with it," she enumerated. "I learned to be a fighter, Sam, got me a little tougher, got me to be quicker and made my skin thicker. I learned it on my own. I had to be strong otherwise you know I'd be dead."

"I never could forgive me and your mother too for that," Sam said softly.

"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.

"She allowed you to leave then left before you came back," Sam explained. "I was so angry at her for letting you go like that…and when I found out about you dancing…" he stopped. "I almost told you the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to do it…and the dancing and that bastard ex-husband of yours? That I'll never forgive myself for…I could have stopped it all from happening."

Catherine looked out the window. This was the reason why she decided never to look back. It only spawned doubts and regrets. "Leave it all where it belongs, Sam, you can't change the past."

Sam nodded as he looked at her staring at the window again. "You're right, but I can change the future, Mugs, and I will. You gave me this chance and I'm not getting any younger, I'm not going to screw this up just like I did with everything about you, your mother, Tony and Walt. I'm not screwing this up with you and Lindsey. You're all I have left and I'm making damn sure I'll do right by you, your mother and Lindsey."

Catherine nodded. "You're doing just fine. Lindsey adores you and everything you give her."

"And you?"

"It's different with me."

"How?"

"Too many mistakes, too many stories, too many lies…too many things."

"But you know I've always loved you, Mugs, you have to know that."

She nodded and looked at him. "Despite everything? Yes, I do, Sam, I know you do."

-o0o-

The rest of the team came in an hour later to find Warrick and Gil still in Gil's office. The lab techs were around, buzzing and Conrad Ecklie was making his rounds alongside the Undersheriff. Warrick and Gil had sat together in his office, not saying much as they sat and mulled over where Catherine might be. Gil and Warrick had called her contact numbers and found no answers. Gil had dismissed the chattering lab techs away.

Nick and Greg had decided to take a break after logging their evidence. Sara followed soon after with Ricky Morales from the day shift following behind. Morales had stopped Sara and allowed her to go on ahead while he logged the evidence on his own when Bobby and Hodges had began to beckon them over to the Trace Lab.

The three graveyard shift members followed, looking at each other questioningly when the two lab techs ushered them in quietly.

"What's going on?" Greg asked. "We've got evidence to process."

"I think that can wait, this is kind of important," Hodges said, rolling his eyes at the former lab tech. "You wouldn't want to miss this."

Nick crossed his arms over his chest. "What is it this time, Hodges?"

Hodges looked at Bobby who suddenly said, "Catherine'sgoneandherofficeisempty."

Sara looked at Bobby. "Okay, I caught Catherine somewhere in there…but you lost me."

Bobby shook his head, "I said Catherine's gone and her office is empty."

Nick looked at Sara. "Well, of course her office is empty since you said she's gone."

Hodges and Bobby looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "No," Hodges said then paused.

"He means Catherine's office is empty and she left," a voice came from behind.

Everyone turned to see Wendy by the doors of the Trace Lab.

Hodges rolled his eyes. "Way to ruin to the moment, Simms."

Wendy smirked. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I think I saved you from being kicked across the face by a CSI. Your moment sucked anyway."

Hodges rolled his eyes. "No, it was right!"

Wendy shook her head. "Right moment? For crying out loud, Hodges! This is serious not some stupid movie or some lame TV show!"

Nick, Sara and Greg looked at each other. "Wait,wait, back up. What do you mean Catherine's gone?"

Bobby pointed to the direction of the co-supervisor's office. "We mean, she's really gone and she took her things from her office. It's almost empty! She clocked out hours ago and told Judy good bye."

Greg rolled his eyes. "You know, I do understand how boring this lab is without us, but really, you don't need to cook up some lame story just to have some laughs. Your story isn't really funny."

Wendy shook her head. "No, Greg, really... She's gone, she left. Grissom said she quit hours ago. She talked to Grissom, Undersheriff McKeen and Ecklie."

Nick looked the female lab tech. "What is this all about? That's not possible."

Wendy shrugged, "Go talk to Grissom. Warrick's been there for an hour, I think."

Sara looked at Nick. "She wouldn't have quit. She had no reason to."

Greg didn't say anything as he pushed his way past and made a run for Gil's office. He pushed the doors just to see Conrad and Undersheriff McKeen with Warrick and Gil. "Oh. Sorry I…"

But the Undersheriff shook his head and started to gesture him in. "Just in time, Sanders. we just came in ourselves. We have some news to tell you, it's quite important."

"Is this about Catherine?" Greg blurted out just as Nick and Sara came in.

"Close the door, Sidle," Conrad said.

Sara did as she was told as her eyes tried to meet Gil's, but found he was staring at his desk, his hands folded in front of him. She knew right then something had happened in the meeting. Suddenly she tensed.

"They told us Cath just quit," Nick said. "That's not true, right?"

Conrad looked at the Texan who was clearly troubled by the news. "I'm afraid it is. We, the Undersheriff, your supervisor and I, talked, to Ms. Willows a few hours ago and she told us she was quitting. As of tonight, Catherine Willows is no longer part of the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

"That's bull shit," Greg said before he could stop himself. "And her name is Catherine!"

"Greg," came Gil's warning tone, for the first time looking up. "Ease up."

"Whatever, Sanders, but former CSI Willows turned in her badge and her gun," Conrad said, placing the badge and the gun on Gil's desk in. "She resigned."

Greg looked at Gil who was staring at Catherine's CSI ID. "Griss, you really think she'd leave like this? She didn't even warn us, didn't even say goodbye! She wouldn't leave, where would she go? What would she do? What about Lindsey?"

Gil opened his mouth to reply, but McKeen cut him off. "Willows informed us she will have her official resignation by the end of the week, most probably Sunday, she took her personal things from her office and clocked out for the last and final time tonight."

"She loved this job, why would she do that?" Nick asked. "It doesn't make sense."

"That's all concerning her, Stokes, why don't you ask her yourself?" Conrad snapped irritably. He thought they were making too much of a drama about this. "But right now you're on the clock and you have cases and evidences waiting. It's done, she's gone, move on. You have work to do. As do you, Brown, Sidle and Sanders."

"We'll be announcing calls for a replacement soon," McKeen informed.

"Oh, well then, glad we have thta bit solved, just get a new replacement," Warrick said sarcastically as he stood heavily from his seat, his eyes meeting Nick's as he passed. "I'm going back to work. It's a long night."

Greg opened his mouth in shock as he watched Warrick, the one who was closest to Catherine, walk out as if it was nothing. "Rick, did you know about this?"

"You think I'd have let her if I knew?" Warrick asked as he passed the younger man.

Nick looked at Gil. "Griss, man, what happened? Why did she leave?"

"Did anyone not hear what I said? You have work to do!" Conrad snapped.

Undersheriff McKeen nodded. "Go back to work everyone, Willows may be gone, but you have cases to get to. Talk about this after shift. It's almost over anyway." He nodded to Conrad to follow and exit Gil's office.

Once the two officials left, the team turned their attention on their boss.

"Griss, what the hell just happened?" Nick asked as Sara and Greg took the seats on front of the desk and Warrick sat back on the couch, his head in his hands.

Gil looked up to the faces of his team, his eyes avoiding Sara's. "I don't know."

-o0o-

The limo stopped at Drai's and Catherine stepped out with Sam. She looked at the place and looked back at Sam. "You do know they have a dress code here, right?" she said as she motioned to herself, still in the clothes she wore from work.

Sam nodded. "You look fine and beautiful. Don't worry about it. You're mother loves it here."

Catherine decided not to argue and went in. Instantly, they were met by the maitre d'. "Good evening, Mr. Braun. Your usual table?"

Sam nodded. "That would be fine, Mario."

"Will Ms. Lily be joining you tonight?" Mario asked as he politely nodded at Catherine. "We've missed her here, she's such a delight."

Catherine rolled her eyes, knowing why he mother loved the place after all.

"'Fraid not, Mario, but our daughter, Catherine here," he said, gesturing to Catherine, "Will be joining me tonight for dinner."

Instantly Mario smiled at Catherine. "It is a pleasure, Ms. Catherine. Your mother talked about you and mentioned you loved out fillet."

Catherine nodded, smiling a little and was tempted to smirk. He was suddenly eager and friendly with her despite her not so formal clothing. "Yes, I did. It was wonderful. Mother loves this place."

Mario smiled, pleased with her answer. "Very good, this way please. Your table is ready."

Catherine opened her mouth to correct him, but Sam placed a hand on her arm and looked at her, "If you'll let me, give me one night of this, Mugs, it's not everyday I get to tell the world I have a daughter as beautiful as you. Let's be a real family for one, even just this once."

Not having it in her to fight her father who was clearly trying, Catherine relented and nodded wordlessly and allowed him to lead her to their table. She looked around and took in the red theme of the place. Paintings were decorated on the red walls, mirrors hung in different places, a bookcase sat boasting books, figures, frames, and expensive looking knick knacks, chairs covered in leopard print, cushioned wooden seats and black tables adorned the area of black and red. She raised an eyebrow at the fake fireplace filled with glass encased candles and the painting on top. Catherine saw the bar on the far side of the club and was led deeper inside.

She was up on the elevated portion of Drai's, her hand gliding on the short metal railing as she passed and entered into an intimate room where half circle booths were placed around. Mario led them to one booth and smiled as Catherine sat down with Sam across from her.

Catherine was handed the menu immediately and scanned, but did not read what was printed in front of her. She wasn't hungry, but she didn't want to disappoint her father.

"I'll have my usual, Mario and Mugs?" Sam asked.

"Maybe I'll have that fillet," Catherine said as she closed her menu.

"And our usual bottle too," Sam added.

"Excellent," Mario said as he gathered the menus. "I'll be back shortly, Mr. and Ms. Braun."

Sam nodded and turned his attention to his daughter. "Mugs, I think it's time we talked."

Catherine looked at him. "Talk about what?"

"What are you running from?" Sam asked softly and watched as her face involuntary registered sadness, her blue eyes dull against the red themes that surrounded them.

Catherine shook her head. "Who said I was running?"

"I think checking in as Ms. Flynn would be good starting point," he said softly. "And you clocked out of work too early. What's wrong? What happened?"

"I don't think you want to here it."

"Try me."

"It's not important."

"I think it is. To have you running like this, it has to be."

"It's just about work."

"What happened?"

"It's complicated."

"Complicated has always been a part of your life. Should have named you that."

"I quit my job today."

Sam stared. "What?"

"I left…"

"Why? You always loved that job."

Catherine shrugged. "It's complicated."

"Is this about the Grissom guy you're dating?" he asked. "Your boss?"

Catherine looked at him. "How did you know about that?"

"Your mother mentioned it. She was worried about you dating your boss," he said as a look of anger took place on her face. "She was worried about you, said you were too in love with this one to see what you two are risking." He shrugged. "But I don't mind. I've seen you talk about him and be with him; he's not too bad considering he took care of you during Eddie. He isn't my ideal candidate for a son-in-law, but it you love the man then damn everything else. Screw the job, you're brilliant anyway and from what I hear, he's just as good as you."

Catherine shook her head. "She told you all that, huh? He's better than me."

Sam shrugged. "Along with the rest of the town, he's quite known. He played my tables before."

"She can stop worrying," Catherine said softly, missing what he father said. "We broke it off this morning…"

"Is that why you quit?" Sam didn't think that was the reason.

She shook her head. "No. He's…he's got someone else and…she loves him."

Her father was the last person she expected to open up to, but the night was about to end, she was broken and beaten and so she decided to stick with what she had. Beggars can't be choosers after all and she was no different.

"But does he love her?" Sam asked.

"He said he does," she admitted sadly. "And things came up and it fell into place…the department gave me a way out and I took it."

"Clearly you love him, that other girl must be one hell of a knock out if he chose her over you," Sam said. "You've known him a long time, how could he not love you?"

"He's different."

"I bet he is."

"It wasn't meant to be."

"That doesn't sound like you."

She looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Whether you admit it or not, you're my daughter," Sam said, looking right into her eyes. "And whether you like it or not, you're more like me than you'd dare admit. Like me, you never back down, especially when it comes to this. Like me, you fight for what you want until you get it. I fought for your mother and it took me years to get her back and its just history repeating itself on you. You would fight for him, it's who you are."

She shook her head, "Maybe I don't like being me all that much."

He took her hands in his. "Don't you dare say that."

She looked at him. "Why?"

"You're my daughter, you're a Braun," he said, squeezing her hands to emphasize his point. "We never back down, we never give up and we're proud of who we are and we're strong. Be proud of who and what you are, Catherine, you're strong, intelligent and beautiful. You're everything a man could ever want and if your Grissom friend can't see that for himself then he's not only blind and stupid, he also doesn't deserve you."

"He's not stupid."

"For a man who can't see a beautiful woman like you in love with him? Yes, he is."

"No he isn't," she ground out. Briefly, she wondered why she was defending him from her father.

Sam leaned back, pressing himself against the cushions. "Did you tell him how you feel?"

Catherine sighed, her anger dissipating so fast she was surprised with herself. "No, by then he'd told me already she loved him. I asked her if he loved her he said yes. I couldn't ruin something like that. I'd done enough damage as it is…they're not married, but they're still committed."

Sam nodded. "Are you ever going to tell him?"

She shrugged. "What's the use in that? It's over…I left and he didn't come after me. I get the message. He doesn't want me."

"You know, it's not always the way it happens in the movies, Mugs," Sam said. "The guy doesn't always run after the girl."

"Don't you think I know that?" she asked, bitterly. "But this is Gil we're talking about…he's different and in his way, he's told me he wants Sara and not me. I get it. I'll move on."

Sam opened his mouth to reply, but the arrival of their order came as the waiter came sweeping in. He stopped and thanked the young man before looking at Catherine again. "You don't always have to be alone, Mugs, you deserve someone just like the rest of us."

"I know how to be alone, Sam, I've dealt with it and I'm fine," she said as she stared at him. "You taught me that when you decided to leave me without a father."

Sam looked hurt at the comment. "I know and I'm sorry…"

She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry…I shouldn't take this out on you. I'm sorry, I'm fine, really, I'm okay, Sam. I'll be okay."

Sam looked at his daughter as she began to nibble on her meal. Once more, he hated himself for hurting what he treasured most. She was turning out to be like him because of him and he didn't want that. He had hurt her at the very beginning and this was the result: angry, hurt, bitter, faithless in love, alone and slowly becoming cold and closed off. He missed his old Mugs, the vibrant, beautiful, sassy woman he loved will all his heart.

For the fourth time, in all his successful and prosperous life, Sam felt the feeling of loss. First was losing Lily, the next was losing his son Tony to his other son Walt, third was losing Catherine and now, he was losing her once more.

He continued to eat with his daughter, wondering what he was supposed to do to ease her pain. He was her father, right? That was his job.

-o0o0o0o-

Yes, yes, I know this was boring with all the Sam thing, but he plays a part in this fic so I had to form some sort of relationship between him and Catherine. Sorry 'bout that.

Well, you'll find out on the next chapter how it shapes up. Just be prepared for a lot of un-CSI, un-Catherine like changes.

Thanks for the reviews! Keep them coming!