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Chapter 11

Rose felt very cramped in the bed she was lying in. she felt a bit disorientated for a few seconds. Looking around he room she realised she was still in the hospital. And then she looked to her left. That was the reason for her being cramped. Warrick was still lay beside her. She inhaled deeply and in seconds caught Warrick's sweet manly scent that she always could resist. His arm still protectively wrapped around her. Considering he was asleep the grip was still strong. Rose realised that her nightmare wasn't as intense as it always was. She smiled to herself slightly and sighed.

"Morning sweetie." Warrick growled and rolled over awkwardly so that they were facing each other, inches apart.

"Hey" Rose just managed to squeal out. Her throat felt so dry and after a night's sleep the wound felt very sore. She flinched.

Warrick automatically sat up by the slight of the flinch and stroked her hair.

"I'll set you a drink of water yea?"

Rose smiled and nodded. Warrick was just about to leave when Rose called him back.

"Thank you Warrick for everything. My life has totally changed now that you're in my life".

Warrick strolled forward and kissed her forehead then walked out. He got as far as the corridor when he sighed; facing the wall he placed his head on it with his arms helping him to support his head. He closed his eyes. Why has he got himself so caught up in this? Every emotion he could ever feel was soaring around his head. And it was all about Rose. He came to the conclusion ages ago he was in love with her. But he wanted to take it further. He wanted to take her home and make love to her. But it was totally wrong on all levels. For one she was sixteen and two what she went through with Jimmy Stone, there was no way he could ever remind her of that. He knew he could just wait a bit for her but how long could he actually wait was the issue. This was Warrick Brown. The rugged, roughed up flirt who can get girls at the click of his fingers. But none compared to Rose. Yet she was too young.

"Hey tiger how's it going."

Warrick's eyes flicked open. He knew that voice. As he spun around he realised who it was.

"Hey Cath, I'm good, just tried."

"You look it. You look so tense." And as she said that she started to rub his hench arms. This tensed them up even more.

"Cath, if you want to kiss me all you have to do is ask". Warrick seductively bent down so that they were inches apart.

Catherine bit her lip.

"Now have you found the stabber? Warrick straightened up and asked.

Sara was getting frustrated. She knew the fragment that got wedged inside of Rose, matched the fragment found in that of Rosalie Taylor, but the comparison microscope wasn't showing that. She had been at this for hours and nothing. She first tried dusting it down for fingerprint but to her complete annoyance it came up squeaky clean. Sara slammed her fists down on the table.

""Woah carful there Sara. What's up?"

Sara looked up and smiled at the man standing there with a slight apologetic look.

"Gil...Gris, I know this fragment matches but I can't get it too. I feel this is all my fault if I didn't bring her to Vegas, if I left her in London this wouldn't be happening." Sara covered her eyes with her hands.

Grissom didn't know what to do in these situations. He walked over to Sara and placed his arm around her.

"If you didn't bring her here then she would be in a lot worse situation that she was previously in London. You know that. It's not your fault…dear."

Sara lifted her head and looked at Grissom. His warm eyes told her the truth. She smiled and slightly pursed her lips.

"Thank you".

"Now. I'll get Greg on this. How about you take a break…."

Sara was about to object but Grissom held up his hand

"…Don't object Sara, do you erm…" Grissom looked at the floor. He couldn't handle these situations well.

Sara couldn't contain a smile. She always found it funny when Grissom was acting like this

"…Erm do you want to take Hank for a walk with me?"

"I would love to."

With that Sara stood up and unexpectedly hugged Grissom. Who after a few moments recipitcated the affection back.

"No I haven't found the stabber" Cath answered quiet irritated. "Can't Rose remember who it was?"

"Cath she didn't see a thing." Warrick retorted.

"Warrick can I ask you something?" Catherine started to move closer to Warrick which backed him up against the wall.

Warrick inhaled deeply. He had to contain himself. Something wanted him to grab her face and kiss her. Yet he was still thinking about Rose.

"Warrick, last year, when we was down that drain. I fell and you caught me. We …."

"Catherine." Warrick stopped her dead in her tracks. He started to feel in control. Why was she doing this? Was it jealousy?

She was taken aback as he used her full name. Catherine knew this wasn't good.

"Catherine, I asked you this six months ago. Just as Rose turned up. You cut me dead and told me it was nothing. In your words 'I'm your supervisor, nothing can happen' and that it was a heat of the moment thing".

Warrick took hold of her arms and moved them out the way allowing him to move.

"Now, I'm going to do what I was supposed to do and get a drink of water for Rose. Maker your self useful and go back to the lab and try and process what we have. We must get a link to something. Fingerprint everything and compare it with the fingerprints in Bone's place even go back there and have a look around. Just… find something".

With that Warrick strolled off leaving Catherine stood there on her own totally bewildered.

The building looked huge, clean and white from inside. The gun started to get exited, jumping up and down ever so slightly as it walked across the corridor to the sign that said A and E. The adrenaline was pumping through the whole body like a full blown caffeine rush from ten espresso shots. The knuckles were still soaring with pain. Once they were sorted. Just once then were sorted. Everything will fall into place. The gun was twitching at that thought. Keeping its head down, and giving its name the gun was taken to the waiting area for eh consultant to sort the knuckles out. This gave it time to think about what realistic story to spiel out to save its butt from questions. The gun wanted to get out now. It was only a matter of time. Looking anxiously at the clock. Waiting to be seen to. Hoping that it won't be too late. The gun was patted; one to reassurance that it's still there and two to reassure that it's only a matter of then it will be over and everything will be okay. Getting called into the room was the next step forward. Only a matter of time. Once this is done. It will be over. Time was getting closer and the gun could feel the sweat of victory starting to pour out.

OO Is Catherine jealous? And this gun, what's he up too? And where is he still? What's going on with Sara and Grissom? Hope you enjoyed it…Please review and let me know what you think: D I need to know if it is good or not lol hehe. I love all your comments: D XxX