A/N Let's see how many I can post today. My goal is four. This is one of ... unknown.

Chapter 24

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Catherine looked at him in shock. She expected everything else he said but not this. Had her actions really give that attitude off? Was she really out for revenge? Turning she walked into the backyard. Arms wrapped around herself she walked around the kids house. From the window beside her she heard Alex and Michelle telling the others a story about a princess.

Looking up at the now dark sky she tried to hold back her tears but failed. She felt so alone in the world even as arms wrapped around her leading her to a tree. She didn't hug back or say anything just looked at the stars. The person did the same only holding her and letting her cry. After about ten minutes the person spoke.

"I want my dad back." Elle whispered shocking her; after all this was the girl who pushed Brass away more then once. Looking at the girl she saw she too was crying. "I know I can be a bitch but I love him."

"He loves you too, Elle. Don't ever doubt that." She smiled. "You know what's funny? I think I am trying to find but for revenge."

"I don't care." She shrugged. "Just as long as you find them."

"I'll try." She left her sitting there. Watching Elle hug Mia then Sandra before going upstairs she sighed. "So you won't be alone."

"Ma'am? You okay?" An officer asked. His name tag read Stewart.

"Fine, Officer Stewart. If Director Roberts asks tell him I left." She stood walking around the house and to her vehicle. Thirty minutes later, having taken the road leading straight into the desert, she stopped in the middle of no where. It started to pour down rain and she sighed looking in the rearview mirror. Two boxes sat innocently beside each other and had recently added files on top of them. Both boxes had her initials on them but she still smiled. "Marsha."

"What? You never said where to rest." Smirking the women sat up in the back. "You know for a CSI turned FBI agent you are not very observant."

"I'm not the best agent." Climbing over the seats she helped lower the back seat hiding it in the floor. Then they did the same with the middle seat. Opening the boxes she sighed. "Shall we work then head back?"

"Anything is better then nothing." Ten minutes later Marsha spoke again. "Cath," Neither had moved to get a file during the time of silence. "I'm sorry. About the whole Anna Black name thing. I was just –"

"Angry? Upset? Doesn't matter. Look, sweetie, I understand why you did it. Let's just make sure Randy doesn't find out."

"Wouldn't want him getting any ideas." They both laughed but soon were quiet. "I think Jon should know."

"Not yet. IT would only hinder his work."

"But not yours?"

"It does but I … I have to talk to Mike." She jumped up hitting her head on the ceiling. "Owww."

"Bravo." She clapped taking passenger as Catherine started the car rubbing her head. When they got back to the house it was nearing midnight. The officers were switching out, she noticed agents were doing the replacing and silently thanked Mike for noticing something she over looked. Everyone would need sleep and if they had to constantly switch they would never get time to, adding agents to the mix makes it so they could also switch for sleeping time. The police cars were also gone and replaced by barriers. "Quiet."

"Sleeping." She whispered knowing some of the occupants were probably locked in nightmares. She was positive Mia and Sandra were sleeping in the back house with the kids, the Grissom's, Elle, and the officers and agents on the case taking up the rest of the house, those on the case mainly by accident. She hadn't planned on having everyone falling asleep here. That's why they had their own homes and own hotel rooms and stuff like that. Silently they entered nodding at the agent coming to see who came in; despite those at the barriers saying it was her already.

"Director Roberts is waiting outside." The women nodded walking off.

"Not happy." Marsha suggested as they entered the kitchen. Both were surprised to see the Grissom siblings sitting at the table. They knew Mike was the topic of conversation due to curiosity and nodding and pointing out the window at him. It stopped as soon as they entered. "Want to face the dragon alone?"

"He's just doing his job. And yes. Stay." She left Marsha standing at the fridge ready to help.

"I hope the bitch gets fired." Julie stated. Marsha tensed ignoring the comment. Ron nodded in agreement.

"Gil wouldn't want that." Maria whispered. "But then again she made him an alcoholic."

"And depressed. Basically killed him." Ron snapped.

Catherine though stood right outside the door hearing every word. Mike walked towards her arms crossed but a desperate look on his face. Smiling she knew he was worried. After all two people out there wanted her and he was her brother-in-law and her oldest best friend out there, the two knew each other since they were five, though he was a bit older then she was. But her mind was on keeping the case not ending his worry.

"Mike, I know my ability to work this case is hindered by my previous relationships with the victims."

"Can't even say friends," Ron hugged but was ignored.

"But right now all I'm seeing is victims. They are my victims. My case. My old team. I was recruited and trained by the best. Never will I deny my emotions coming into play occasionally but you know I never ever left it go too far. Mike, you yourself said I would be the one you'd pick to work the toughest case. Well … pick me."

"Nice speech." He sighed lowering his arms. "But what do you want me to do? Jeopardize our –"

"Stop acting like a big brother. You know I can handle this. That I need to."

"Selfish, huh?" He smiled.

"Sir," she was seriously now pleading for the case. "Some reasons, yes, are selfish but others well tell me who else can find them?"

"You know the twenty-four hour statistics." He paused then smiled. "Let's beat them."

"Thank you." She walked back into the room. "Marsha I want you to go to the lab and rerun each print we got through all databases. Also check up on evidence see what we got. Tell everyone to be in bed by one we've got a meeting at eight. Move."

"Theory?" Mike asked as Marsha left.

"Yep," she looked back at him. "But I want to prove it first."

A/N: Well tell me what you think. Time to type of update two of unknown. Hopefully I get it posted.