A/N: I am so sorry that this has taken so long, but school has been a very, very big problem for me. And this past week I lost another friend to suicide and my friends and I have been trying to get through it. So please, please allow me some time to get the rest up. And I'm sorry again that it took so long. Thank you for staying a fan and reading though.

"Okay it's been twenty-four hours since Ebony Sanders was taken from the Stokes Ranch in Texas by Aaron Bates and Brittany Kain", Brass sighed and paced the length of the meeting room "We've put an APB out on the green Sedan, but haven't got anything. We have every unit out there searching for her and or information on her whereabouts. Greg and Katrina Sanders are both in the hospital and are not capable of joining the search for some time."

"What of their son?" An officer asked.

"He is in the care of Sara and Gil Grissom," Brass clasped his hands behind his back, "I need an update every hour on the hour of where everyone is and what is going on. I don't want anybody slacking or doing a half ass job! Do we understand?"

Nods went around the room before people dispersed. Brass looked at the five remaining in the room and sighed, "I'm sorry guys, and we're trying everything we can."

"We know," Catharine stood up rubbing Nick's shoulder, "And we are too."

"It's been a day, once we hit—," Brass started.

"Let's worry about it when it comes, as of right now Greg and Katrina need every light of hope they can receive," Ray said.

"Yeah, Gil said that Greg is staying quiet and barely speaking while Katrina is…" Catharine looked down, "Katrina isn't doing good at all. She wakes up screaming in the middle of the night sometimes crying, her heart is being crushed and there's nothing that can be done. She keeps asking for Greg, but they won't let him be in the same room as her."

"Why the hell not?" Hodges asked.

"Because they think she's not completely out of whatever it is, and they're afraid she might hurt him," Catharine looked up.

"But I know, we know, she wouldn't dare hurt him," Wendy protested.

Catharine nodded, "Yes, but the doctors don't think so."

"They will within in the hour," Ray pulled his key out of his pockets, "Catharine would you come along?"

"Yes," She looked at Nick, "Nicky you keep looking, I'll bring you over later."

"'Kay," Nick nodded and looked at Brass, "Can I tag along with you."

"Just keep up," Brass gave a small smile and left the room.

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Ray slammed his fist on the counter, "I need to speak with Dr. Simms this instant."

"Sir, I've already told you that he is out for lunch," the receptionist scowled.

"Well, when will he be back?" Ray asked.

"I'm not sure," her eyes left Ray as she looked at the doors behind them.

Ray and Catharine swiveled around to see a man walking into a door, "Come on Catharine, I need you there as a witness."

Catharine gave a weary smile before following after Ray.

"Sir, you can't go back there!" The receptionist stood, but fell back as the two vanished behind the door.

Ray hurried his pace sticking his cane out quickly to stop Dr. Simms office door from shutting, he pushed it open and walked in, "Dr. Simms, correct?"

Dr. Simms slowly sat down staring at the two, "Yes, but I don't remember having an appointment."

"We're not here for an appointment," Catharine crossed her arms, "My name is Catharine Willows and this is Ray Langston, we're from the Las Vegas Crime Labs."

"Oh, well," he folded his hands on the desk, "Please sit down, if there's anything I know I'll gladly be of help."

"Thank you doctor," Ray slowly sat down, "Now the reason we are here has nothing to do with a case, but that of a patient you have here."

Catharine crossed her legs and held her knee waiting to throw a few words in.

"I see," Dr. Simms stiffened in his seat, "What about he or she?"

"She," Ray stated, "Her name is Katrina Sanders."

Dr. Simms swallowed, "Is this about me not letting her see her husband?"

"Yes," Catharine intervened, "Look, Doctor, no disrespect, but we are quite certain that she is stable enough to see him. She's going insane by not seeing him."

"Miss Willows, you work for a crime lab, I'm a doctor," Dr. Simms reached for his phone, but Ray spoke.

"As am I, and I have the ability to become Mister and Missus Sanders' legal doctor,"
Ray leaned forward, "Now if you don't want to loose two patients I suggest you listen to what I have to say."

Dr. Simms sat back dropping his hands to his sides, "Proceed then."

"Thank you," Ray sat back and took a deep breath, "Dr. Simms I am completely aware of Mrs. Sanders' mental status and that of her husband's. Being a friend to the family and a doctor I know that she will not hurt him. Her mind at the moment is being twisted into disaster from her daughter's kidnapping and that of her not being able to see her husband, if you keep this up any longer she will lose a great amount of her sanity. Allow them to see each other for I know that quite possibly Mr. Sanders has been asking for his wife too, correct?"

Dr. Simms nodded.

"Now, if you are unsure about letting them see each other then supervise, but do not keep this up," Ray stood up followed by Catharine, "So, Dr. Simms are the Sanders in walking condition."

"Uh, yes, but Mr. Sanders is still having some issues from his last incident," Dr. Simms stood slowly, "Dr. Langston I would like to extend an apology for earlier I was unaware of your status."

"Even if I wasn't a doctor, I believe you would've agreed anyhow," Ray walked to the door opening it for Catharine, "Catharine and I will attend to the Sanders and watch over them…if that is okay?"

"Why of course," Dr. Simms cleared his throat, "Take them to the garden…I'll send a message out to other staff members so they are aware."

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Catharine brushed Katrina's bangs back gently and smiled as her blue eyes opened, "Hi there Kat."

"Hi," Katrina's voice was dry and crackly as she gave a smile.

"Are you doing okay?" Catharine grabbed the water from the side table and helped Katrina with the straw.

Katrina said a thanks after a drink then said, "Better, but Catharine…I can't stay like this."

"I know sweetheart," Catharine smiled bigger, "Now let's get you into some comfortable clothes and take walk."

"Really?" Katrina sat up some.

"Yep, Dr. Simms said it's alright for you to go for a walk through the gardens," Catharine pushed the button on the side of the bed and it slowly moved up, "Where are some clothes for you?"

"Bathroom," Katrina carefully swung her legs off the bed, "I have black yoga pants, flats and a white turtleneck."

"Okay, wait right here," Catharine walked to the bathroom trying to find the clothes.

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Greg inhaled the fresh scent of flowers and looked up at Ray with a small smile, "Thanks for doing this for me."

"No problem, besides I did a little more than pull strings for just you," Ray smiled and looked down the path.

"What are you talking about?" Greg shifted his weight onto the one crutch and watched as two blondes rounded the corner, "Katrina…Ray, you did this?"

"Yes, I convinced Dr. Simms to allow her to see you," Ray lifted an arm, "Catharine!"

The two turned their attention down the path and immediately Katrina was moving as fast as her body could allow down the path towards Greg. She came to a halt in front of him sliding her arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. He hugged her around the waist kissing her head, "Kat, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"

Katrina felt her body going limp in his arms and her knees wobbled. Greg, with pain, slowly moved to sit on the ground cradling his crying wife, "We'll find her."

Katrina's sad blue eyes found his, "Greg…what if we don't…what if we don't find her?"

"Don't say that," Greg wiped at her tears, "We will find her…I know we will."

"It's not fair," Katrina looked up at Catharine, "it's not fair that I'm stuck here and my baby is missing. I can't stay here any longer."

"I know," Catharine folded her arms, "but you still aren't allowed to leave…I'm sorry."

"Well when can we?" Katrina asked.

"I'm not sure," Ray sighed and bent down carefully, "but I'll see what we can do, but from what I see you two still need at least a week in the hospital."

"But I feel fine!" Katrina shrieked her eyes going wide, "I feel fine, I can walk I can move I don't have to be here anymore."

"Katrina, honey," Greg hushed, "look at me."

Katrina obeyed turning her head.

"You might feel fine and be able to walk, but that doesn't mean you are ready to go out and look for her, I want to find her just as much as you do, but I know that we aren't ready for that, so please stay here just a little bit longer," Greg whispered.

Katrina stared at him with silence before nodding, "Okay."

"Thank you," Greg kissed her forehead.

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Katrina pulled her legs up onto the chair and rested her chin on her knees as she watched Greg sleep soundlessly. She closed her eyes letting silent tears fall her whole chest ached and her head pounded, but she didn't move she opened her eyes again and wiped away the tears. She took a deep breath and matched her breathing with Greg's before reaching over and taking hold of the hospital phone she dialed a number waiting for the comfort, "Hello?"

"Dad," Katrina cleared her throat, "how's Peter?"

"Katrina, sweetie it's one o'clock, he's sleeping in his crib by Sara, is everything okay?" Grissom's voice dragged, but slowly came back to normal.

"Yeah, fine, I just wanted to make sure," Katrina looked at Greg before rubbing at her eyes.

"He's fine honey; I won't let anything happen to him, okay?"

"I know Dad."

"Is Greg okay?" There was another voice in background, Sara.

"Yeah, fine just in pain," Katrina closed her eyes.

There was a click then Sara's voice, "Kat, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Katrina felt herself relax some, "I just needed to hear a friendly voice."

"We're always here," Sara said.

"Anytime you need to talk," Grissom added.

"Thank you," Katrina whispered.

"Is there anything else you need Hun?" Sara asked.

"No, not anymore," Katrina smiled softly, "I think I'm going to get some sleep now."

"Okay good night, Kit-Kat," Grissom said.

"Good night," Katrina hung the phone up and hugged her knees closing her eyes.

"Kat, c'mere," her eyes snapped open to see Greg with an arm stretched out. Slowly she let her legs go and stood up; she walked over to Greg carefully laying her head on his chest and curling up next to him. He pulled the blanket over her and kissed the top of her head, "Get some sleep."

"I don't think I can," Katrina muttered.

"Try…"

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Catharine looked up from her papers just as Nick walked past, "Nick!"

Nick came to a halt and walked backwards stopping her doorway, "Yeah?"

"You doing okay?' She folded her hands on her desk and waited as he slowly came into the room sitting down. She watched as his face fell into his hands taking deep breaths, his whole body heaved and he looked up at her with red eyes ready to drop tears.

"How could I let this happen, Cat?" Nick stared at her before dropping his head and wrapping his hands behind his neck.

"Nicky," Catharine got out of her chair and walked around the desk and behind Nick rubbing his back.

"I brought them their thinking they'd be safe, but I was wrong, I was so wrong," Nick held his forehead and slapped his other hand onto his thigh balling it into a fist, "How did they find us!"

"I'm not sure, Nicky," Catharine sat down in the chair next to him and reached out taking his hand, "but you cannot, cannot blame yourself."

Nick looked at her, "But it was my brother! My brother that became a part of this evil and tried to kill Greg! Cat, he tried to kill my best friend and his wife! Then their child get's kidnapped because of my brother!"

Catharine didn't respond, but looked down at her lap sighing, "Nicky, please…"

Nick sniffled and sat up straight looking at the wall before standing sharply and leaving the room.

Catharine turned her head slowly just in time to see Nick turn a corner, "Oh, Nicky…"

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The knife fell to the ground clattering loudly getting the attention of the man in the next room.

"What the hell is going on in here?" He stopped in the doorway looking at the little girl standing on a stool; her hands plunged into a large bowl. Her face was covered in white powder and her pink sundress matching, "What are you doing?"

"Um…I was trying to make cupcakes," she smiled faintly bringing a white powdered hand to her face touching her cheek adding more to the mess.

He chuckled, "Okay, well it's really late. Why aren't you in bed?"

She shrugged and looked back at the bowl; she reached over grabbing in egg dropping it into the mixture "I'm not sleepy."

"The rule book says that children under the age of ten should be in bed by eight thirty, it is now," he glanced at the clock on the stove, "not staying up till two in the morning."

"I was hungry," she looked at him.

"Okay, come on let's get you cleaned up," he picked her up gently, "Brittany!"

A moment later Brittany was in the kitchen clad in sweats, baggy t-shirt, and slippers, "What is she still doing up?"

"She was hungry," Aaron sighed, "She was trying to make cupcakes."

"Oh, Ebony," Brittany held her arms out taking the child, "We'll make cupcakes tomorrow, but right now it's bed time."

"But I'm not," Ebony let out a long yawn, "tired…"

"Uh-huh, okay my dear, how about Grandma get's you all clean then reads you a story?" Brittany grinned.

"Alright, but tomorrow," she yawned again, "can I call mommy and daddy."

Brittany glanced at Aaron, but he was avoiding them grabbing the bowl, she looked back at Ebony forcing a smile, "O-of course, honey."

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Greg inhaled deeply sitting up quickly, his body covered in sweat and breaths shallow. He swallowed loudly and looked around the room; he looked down at his chest and brought a hand to it feeling his racing heartbeat.