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Fin arrived on the scene of the 419 that D.B. assigned her, she was the one with the most free time lately and that wasn't saying much given that all of their time and energy was going into finding Nick's stalker. She felt bad for D.B., he was working with Andra's temporary replacement from UNLV Neil to put together a psychological profile of the stalker. Andra was right, the guy was a pompous self-absorbed ass and he never stopped talking, he had asked Julie out already she declined. She pulled up to a motel that rented rooms by the hour in The Alphabets, a neighborhood in the wrong part of town known for it's nefarious activities. She parked her Denali out front and the motel told her everything she needed to know about it before she even got out of the car: dirty, run down, condom wrappers, liquor bottles and cigarette butts on the sidewalk out front, a few hookers lingering around out front scattered when they saw her badge. She saw the door with the yellow police tape and a few uniformed officers waiting out front, that was her room. She grabbed her kit out of the back and headed to her target. "Hey guys, what do we have today?" She asked in her oddly cheerful tone that she used when investigating murder.

"No blood today Julie, just a junkie who OD'd." One of the uniforms told her.

"Alright well I'm still going to be here awhile," She said as she entered the room and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I can't believe this is where someone died." She surveyed the room, the sheets looked like they had seen better decades, the rug was worn and threadbare in spots, the walls needed a good scrubbing or just to be lit on fire and burnt to the ground, the TV still had knobs and was chained to a post in the middle of the room. She didn't even want to imagine the horrors that awaited her in the bathroom.

She walked over to the body on the bed and started to do her preliminary work, taking photos of the body and looking for any identifying marks or identification. After taking all of the photos of the scene she needed she turned the body over, the young woman was pretty and if she was a user hadn't been using long, short blonde hair, cut short, nice clothes possibly a student or local, no rings, no necklaces (possibly stolen), but a nice pair of diamond studded earrings (why wouldn't someone take those), there was something sticking out of her shirt a white piece of paper. Julie carefully noted the paper for evidence then took the paper out and opened it, she couldn't believe what she was reading "HaHa Mr. Stokes. I found her before you could. Next your lovely fiancee, you can't protect her forever." Julie found the young woman's purse on the floor next to the bed and rummaged through it until she found a license inside, "NO!" She said out loud, not this. Julie grabbed her cell phone and called her find into D.B. and confirmed that they had found the body of Beatrice James.

Doc Robbins had just finished the autopsy of the young woman that Julie had found in the hotel room when there was a knock on the door of his morgue. "Come in." He called not looking up, he expected D.B. or one of the CSI team to walk in, he was not expecting this visitor.

"Brass called and told us you guys found her. She didn't deserve this." Andra said softly as she wiped away tears with her sleeve and approached the table "B" was on.

"None of them do." Doc Robbins added.

Andra looked down at the lifeless body of the young woman she once knew. "Just because she used to use doesn't mean she wasn't a good person. We all have skeletons in our closets. She turned her life around, she was working at a hotel out here. She's not originally from here you know."

Doc Robbins nodded in understanding. "Sarah told me you know her from Glenn Creek."

She smiled sadly as she spoke, "Yeah I had just moved out here and started grad school at UNLV and was working up at Glenn Creek. I was all of 21 and had a different position back then. She was my first experience working with a substance abuser let alone a heroin addict. She was 17 back then. Her parents had sent her all the way from New Hampshire. Her boyfriend had been passing her around at parties and prostituting her out and had gotten her strung out on the stuff." She stopped to collect herself and wipe more tears as they spilled from her eyes. "She was so scared of people when she came in and she blossomed so much in the program. It made me really sad when she was asked to leave and I'm the one she stabbed. She was so excited when she ran into me in the store that day. She'd been sober for 9 years, had gotten her degree in hospitality and was working in one of the hotels out here. She saw my engagement ring and was so happy to hear I'm getting married." She started to struggle to talk as she started crying harder. "All I had to do was remember what hotel she worked at, it's my fault she died." She broke down sobbing.

"Andra you can't blame yourself for this. None of this is your fault." Doc Robbins tried to console her.

Andra didn't say anything, she just fled the room clutching her chest and breathing heavily.

Doc Robbins waited a few minutes before checking the hallway to see if Andra was still there, he had a feeling she was because he had not heard the elevator and he could hear someone breathing heavily down the hall. He quietly crept down the hall and followed the sound of heavy breathing and crying until he reached an alcove just down the hall from the morgue. What he saw when he peered around the corner shocked and saddened him, Andra was on the floor curled up with her knees in her chest rocking back and forth and grabbing her chest while she hyperventilated.

Doc made his way back to the morgue and made a quick call upstairs. "It's me. Is Nick up there?...I need him down here, she's having a panic attack."

Nick came running down the stairwell a few moments later and met Doc Robbins outside the alcove where Andra was sitting. "What's up?" Nick asked concerned.

"She was upset about Beatrice and started blaming herself for her death. I tried to reassure her that it wasn't her fault but she was too upset, she ran out and I found her out here a few minutes later. She's completely unresponsive but she's aware, does she have a history of panic attacks?"

Nick nodded as he watched Andra struggling with her panic attack, "Yeah she has a mild anxiety disorder. Usually she's fine but this week has been too much stress for her. She had an attack at the hospital too."

Doc Robbins shook his head, "I never should have let her in there, it's against protocol for civilians to be in there, but it's Andra. She's one of us."

"Don't worry about it Doc."

Doc nodded in understanding, "You alright with her?"

"Yeah I've got it. Thanks Doc." Doc Robbins headed back toward the lab and left Nick to deal with Andra. Nick hated seeing her like this, he hated that he couldn't protect her from the mind games this guy was playing. He slid down the wall and sat down next to her and waited for her to calm down enough to talk to. He sat and observed her, she as rocking, shaking, breathing heavy and gasping for air all at the same time while she cried, it was one of the worst things he had to watch in his life but he guessed that was the whole idea here. This guy wanted him to watch as he destroyed the life of the person he loved the most. When she finally calmed down enough to talk he took her hand and talked to her softly, "Hey there." He handed her the bottle of Valium he found in her purse. "Here I thought you might need these.", She took the bottle from him and dry swallowed two pills, he was concerned at her taking two but kept that to himself. "That seemed pretty bad"

She nodded weakly and swallowed before answering, "Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head, "No." She closed her eyes briefly before saying anything else, "I can't do this anymore, it's too much and now an innocent person is dead. I don't know what's going to happen next and I really don't want to find out and I can't bury more people Nick."

"I know. I know." He really had no words of comfort, he knew this was a bad situation and that she was right.

"Nick he's stalking us, he knows who our family and friends are, where we work and live he knows personal and intimate details about us." Her words were strained yet precise. "God knows how much he knows. On a chance meeting with B she wound up dead." She stopped before she cried again. "If I had just remembered. I thought it was Planet Hollywood, I swear." She dissolved into tears again.

He tried to soothe her and get her to stop blaming herself. "It's not your fault. You said it yourself he's been stalking us, he knows everything. He was probably watching you that day in Whole Foods." He wasn't sure how comforting that actually was. "Look Paris and Planet Hollywood are both theme hotels right next door to each other and they both begin with 'P', it's natural that in all this confusion and all the events going on this week that you'd get confused. It's okay."

"No it's not, not for me. Maybe for other people, normal people but not for me. I'm a psychologist, I graduated from The University of Illinois at 21, I had two PhD's by the time I was thirty. I thrive in chaos and get into people's minds. I should be able to remember the name of a hotel I pass at least twice a week."

"You thrive in other people's chaos not your own. Your life, our lives have been turned upside down and inside out. It's okay to forget things, you're not perfect and you have to stop expecting that from yourself."

She shook her head before answering him, "He killed her. He took her and filled a needle with heroin and killed her with it." She closed her eyes like she was trying to block an image. "She died alone because she knew me." And a fresh round of tears spilled over.

Nick gathered her in his arms and held her as she cried for her former patient. "No she died because of me. He's trying to show me that people even loosely associated with me through others are in danger. He wants me out in the open. He wants me to come after him."

She grabbed onto his shirt and buried her face in his chest, "Don't do it, please, I can't lose you. I love you too much I won't bury you."

He held her a little tighter, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here with you. No one's getting between us." Truthfully he had had it with this mystery stalker and wanted to go out and hunt him, he was getting edgy and itching to do so. He had been seeking a lot of advice from D.B. and they had nightly shooting practice and that helped him get a lot of his aggression out. The only things keeping him sane right now were the lab and Andra. He felt terrible about the fact that someone with a grudge against him had concentrated all of their hate toward her and had been able to strip her of everything in such a short amount of time. "You can lean on me you know. Bottling all this up isn't going to help you. That's part of the deal here, we help each other out."

She leaned off of him and shook her head, "No, you have too much going on here to worry about me. I can't be selfish like that, Las Vegas needs you. I can't distract you from your work, or get you hurt."

Sometimes he wanted to shake her, she hated asking for help. "We have to take care of each other. It's part of the deal when you get married. You are great at taking care of me when I need it but you need to learn to ask for help darlin'."

She looked down and shrugged her shoulders.

"Have you talked to anyone about what's going on?"

She looked over at him like he had grown two heads, "Like who? Who in the free world that is living can help me right now?"

"Your friends, your mother, your father, NoNo, your therapist..."

"My friends can't handle this, they are still getting over what happened last weekend. My mother just no, I don't need the guilt and constant phone calls. Plus she'd broadcast it to the entire Yenta nation." Nick couldn't disagree with her there, and even he the God fearing southern Christian boy hat he was had picked up enough yiddish slang in his time with Andra to know what she meant. He loved Andra's mom like his own but she was a chatter box, there was no denying it. "My father would be on the first flight out here with the entire Cook County Sheriff's department, I don't need that. I lied to NoNo for the first time in my life and that's killing me, I'm convinced she has magical powers and knows I was lying anyway. My therapist is good but even she isn't equipped to deal with something like this."

"How do you know if you don't tell her? You're stuck on leave anyway and you have to talk to her."

She glared at him, "Fine." She took his hand in her smaller one. "Nick I'm going nuts in that house with those officers. I have protection on me 24/7, I can't go to yoga or the market alone. You're always at work."

"I have officers on me here too. I'm not trying to avoid anything or escape, It's just my outlet and I need to be here in case something happens on the case."

"I know, I just...I just wish you were home more since I'm stuck there. I'm not even allowed to drive anymore Nick, god at least they use the Denalis. I didn't want to say anything before because I didn't want to seem whiny or needy but I really do need you right now. I'm about to lose it on someone in that house."

Nick thought for a moment, she had done exactly what he had asked. She asked for her needs to be met and he wasn't going to deny her, he knew that the lab could wait a day or two for him and D.B. would understand plus he could tell the Valium was kicking in because she had the exact same look on her face that he had seen on her last St. Patrick's day after she had too much to drink. "Alright, let's go home."

She gave him a wavy smile "Thanks for never giving up on my stubborn ass."

"I wouldn't have you any other way." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead then helped her to her feet.

"I think I have this." She did not have this, she took a step and fell into the wall next to her. "I got this."

Nick guided her to the elevator, "I'm sure you do, but for safety why don't I just guide you."

She was in her own medication clouded world, she looked back at Nick, "Officer I swear I only had one drink," she winked at him as they entered the elevator to go up to CSI.

'Any other day this would be awesome,' Nick thought to himself, unfortunately for him Andra wasn't acting out a fantasy to be finished at home, she was pretty much high and was in fact dealing with severe trauma. He looked down at her as he held her close around the waist, she was leaning on him pretty heavily and her head was on his shoulder as her arms dangled limply, "Andi, darlin' are you up?" He asked getting no answer in return. 'Great she's asleep.' The elevator stopped and opened it's doors into CSI. He did the only thing he could think to do, He scooped her up and carried her through to D.B.'s office.

D.B. looked up from the paperwork he was trying to sort out when Nick came in and deposited the now sleeping Andra on the couch in his office. "What is going on in that Morgue?" He asked gesturing to the sleeping young woman.

Nick chuckled, "Oh believe me doc was telling the truth, she was having a full blown panic attack when I went down there. She took a couple Valium when I got down there and fell asleep in the elevator on the way up here."

"Is she going to be okay? Those things are pretty powerful."

"Yeah she'll be fine. They gave her way more than that at the hospital." Nick said with a new confidence in himself as a future husband. He was going to handle this. "I um, I need a few days off."

"When?"

"Now. All this, as you can imagine, is not making things any easier at home and she really needs me right now."

D.B. though on it for a moment and considered Nick's request. "Not a problem, take the rest of the week off."

"Really? It won't cause problems in the lab?"

"Nick don't worry about it. We have more than enough people between days and nights we'll figure it out. You're needed at home right now, take care of her, take care of your relationship. You only get so many chances to do that." Nick nodded in understanding. "I'll call you if we find anything out or we need you two for anything on the case okay."

"Thanks D.B."