DISCLAIMER: No ownership of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is bestowed upon me.

In response to malfoystinksstinks, I have only watched a few episodes of CSI:NY, so I don't think I'd be able to write the characters very well. I don't know enough about them, their personalities (or their last names) to do them justice! Also thank you mellis for reviewing! Anyways, I'm sure you've got it by now, but this one is set in the past, blah, blah, blah...

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now


"Catherine." he grinned, opening the door. "Come in."

"Where is she?" Catherine demanded.

"Hey, calm down. You just got here. Can I get you something to drink?"

"I want my daugheter back." Catherine replied with gritted teeth.

"And you'll get her. All in good time. Here, have a seat." Grant offered, patting the armchair next to him.

"I don't want to play games Grant. I just want Lindsey." Catherine replied, her voice firm.

"That's funny. The Catherine I remember used to love games." Grant teased.

"I'm not the same girl any more."

"That's right. Now, really, can I get you anything?"

"Lindsey." she repeated. Grant sighed dramatically.

"Very well." he said "Follow me."

Grant led Catherine down the corridor to the fifth door on the right. Lindsey was lying on a double bed, playing with a Nintendo DS.

"Mommy!" she cried, jumping up to hug Catherine.

"Lindsey! Are you alright?" Catherine asked her.

"Yeah, I'm cool. Look." she gestured at the screen of the Nintendo, "he has Mario Kart."

"That's great honey." Catherine noddded.

"Ah, I love a family reunion." Grant grinned "Like in that film, you know, what's it called..."

"Grant, enough. I have my daughter and now..." Catherine begun, but was interupted by Lindsey.

"Em... the one with the little kid with glasses?" she asked Grant.

"Yeah... Home something..." Grant said, concentarating.

"Lindsey, come on, we're going." Catherine whispered, but her daughter just shook her head.

"Home Alone?" she remembered.

"That's it!" Grant yelled, hi-fiving Lindsey.

"I love that movie." Linsey laughed.

"Me too. When I was a kid I always used to try to make the stuff he made." Grant told her.

"Like all the booby traps?" Lindsey asked.

"Yeah." Grant grinned.

Then Catherine sprung into action. She punched Grant in the nose, and then sent him flying backwards into the wall.

"Go!" she yelled to her daughter, grabbbing her hand and pulling her down the corridors.

She reached the door and twisted the handle. Locked. Shit. She ran over to the window next. Also locked.

"They're all locked." Grant grinned, getting up slowly and wiping his nose with a tissue to stop the bleeding.

"What do you want with us Grant?" Catherine asked him, trying the back door just in case. But it was also locked.

"Hey, I just want you to have a nice visit." Grant smiled.

"We will never have a 'nice visit' Grant. You KIDNAPPED my daughter, you tried to kill me and Greg. And you think you can keep us here and we'll just have a 'nice visit'? We will never..."

"Woah, woah, calm down Kitty Cat." Grant sighed, ruffling her hari affectionately.

Lindsey giggled at the nickname.

"Mom, it's cool, he's not that bad. I don't think this is the guy that shot Greg. He's going to try and help us find out who did it." Lindsey explained to her mom.

"Lindsey, you don't understand." Catherine sighed.

"Just give him a chance mom!" Lindsey yelled.

"Yeah. Give me a chance." Grant echoed.

"Never." Catherine shot back.

"You really are so stubborn, aren't you? Anyway, it doesn't matter. You can stay here until you change your mind about me." Grant told her, heading into the kitchen.

"I will never, ever, change my mind about you." Catherine yelled after him.

"Then I guess you will be here forever." Grant replied.

"What you gonna do, chain me up in the basement?" Catherine shouted.

"Like I would treat my guest like that. Second bedroom on the right can be yours." Grant told her, coming out into the hallway again.

"I don't want it..." Catherine scowled.

"Well then, you can sleep with me in my bedroom." Grant replied.

"No." Catherine shook her head.

"One or the other, Kit-Cat."

"Fine. The first option." Catherine sighed, ignoring the nickname.

"Good idea. This way." He smiled, leading her down the hall.

He led her down the hall and opened the door to a pale blue bedroom, with a king sized bed and flowers on the nightstand. Not the right place to keep a hostage, althought the window had metal bars on it, covered with tasteful blue curtains. Catherine was confused. Was she a hostage? It didn't appear to be that way. Then what could he possibly want from her? If this wasn't about revenge, which it obviously wasn't, why did he kidnap her in the first place? And why was Lindsey so eager to trust him? It didn't make any sense. Nothing did anymore.


"You coming for dinner Cath?" Grant yelled later.

"No."

"Come on mom, we're having macaroni and cheese!" Lindsey shouted to her.

"Lindsey!" Catherine called, getting up quickly. "Don't eat anything he gives you, there could be poison in it!"

"Mom, wpuld you just calm down? There's no poison in it."

"Come on Cath, you think I'd do that? You must have a pretty low opinion of me."

"That's right, I do."

"Look." he said, taking a forkful of Lindsey's macaroni and eating it. "See?"

"See?" Lindsey echoed.

"Now come on, there's more in the pot." Grant told her.

"No." Catherine shook her head.

"Listen Kitty-Cat, I'm being nice here, would you just relax and have some of this damn macaroni?"

"Would you just let me go? I am NEVER going to like you Grant, NEVER. Why can't you just let me and my daughter go home?"

She stormed off down the corridor, and slammed the door on the bedroom that wasn't hers, angry to find there wasn't a lock. The problem was though, she really was hungry. And she began to wonder why she was so determined to hate Grant.

Because he raped you, and attacked you, and shot Greg and kidnapped Lindsey. she reminded herself.

But Catherine liked to consider herself a good judge of charecter, and if she'd talked to a man like Grant now, no mattr how much evidence there was against him, he was the type who'd make her go above and beyond to free. The type Grissom would make his mind up about right away when he saw the evidence, and she would probably fight with him about how there was more than just evidence. Evidence can be wrong, it can be planted, people can be framed. People and their personalities matter too.

But you SAW him commit the crimes. YOU were the victim of most of them.

The thing was, Catherine was suddenly unsure of everything around her. Could she have imagined it all? Could she be trying to frame an innocent person? Maybe she had really shot Greg, she had really kidnapped Lindsey. Maybe she'd spun this whole webs of lieas around herself. Nothing was certain anymore, nothing was guaranteed. There was only one thing Catherine Willows was sure of. She was loosing her mind.

When she crept back into he kitchen, the macaroni was still in the pot. Grant and Lindsey were just finishing up theirs, and Grant was laughing at Lindsey doing an immitation of some T.V. programme she had seen. Grant smiled at her as she came in.

"Finally mom." Lindsey smiled, pulling out the chair next to her. "Come on, it's really good."

Catherine didn't look at Grant the whole meal, she still wasn't sure what she thought about him. She ate in silence and listened as he made easy, funny conversation with her daughter. By the end of the meal, Catherine was having trouble remembering what he had done to her in the first place.

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