Author's note: (Sorry about the 911 thing. As Sue said, 911 wasn't started until the 1980's. And by the way, I am under 25... I'm only 16 so I hope you can forgive me!)

Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Sara, and Brass all sat around the table in the Investigation room. They were studying the files that Catherine and Grissom had confiscated from the SuperAuto. Seeing if there was any connection…

"Damn, I can't believe that Mike guy had a alibi." Sara muttered, thumbing through papers

Warrick and Nick nodded. Brass and Catherine were too busy to reply.

It was quiet.

"So where's Grissom?" Sara asked Catherine

"I finally convinced him to go home for awhile." Catherine replied absently

"Wait a minute!" Brass shouted, peering intently at a paper in one of the SuperAuto employee folders.

"What is it?" Nick asked, crowding over

"Kali McIntyre." Brass said, thinking hard

"What about her?" Warrick asked, confused

"When Grissom was first assigned to the CSI, we had a gruesome murder case. A pimp had been sliced to pieces. This woman, Kali McIntyre, her daughter, Candice witnessed the murder. Anyway, she came forward, Grissom was working hard to find the killer, but we got him… but not before he killed Candice McIntyre." Brass said, the expression on his face telling them all about the murder.

"Was the mother angry?" Catherine asked, tense and ready to pounce

"Oh yeah. Went off the deep end, if I remember correctly." Brass said

Catherine inhaled sharply "Then this competition with Grissom… it could be her way to get even with him before she…"

"Killed him." Brass finished

"I better call Grissom and ask him what he thinks." Catherine said, shooting to her feet.

She disappeared out in the corridor, but returned quickly, fear written plainly on her face "There's no answer."

The five exchanged horrified glances and without saying a word, jumped to their feet, and ran out of the room.

"So… any last requests Mr. Grissom?" Kali asked, her voice flat

Grissom, consumed with red hot pain, didn't answer… couldn't answer.

"Okay, you want to die without any final words, that's fine with me." she said, and the knife started on it's final descent. That's when the door flew open.

All the way to Grissom's house, Catherine was frozen. Had they found Grissom's tormentor too late to save him? She leaned forward as if she could make the car go faster. She could see Grissom's house. All of the lights were off, except for the one in his living room. If he was in the living room, why didn't he answer the phone? Something had to be terribly wrong. The car stopped, and Brass jumped out, motioning for the four CSI's to stay behind him. He drew his gun, and quietly crept up the stairs. Then pausing for only a second, he kicked the door in.

Grissom opened his eyes as he heard his door fly open. Then, framed in the doorway, was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. Brass was standing there, his pistol aimed squarely at Kali McIntyre. Catherine, and the rest of his team was behind Brass. Kali froze, the knife held in mid-air.

"Hold it right there." Brass said, his voice hard

Kali held still, as if cooperating. But then she shrieked, her voice sharp as glass, and lowered the knife. Grissom closed his eyes again, waiting to die. But a bullet ended Kali McIntyre's tyranny.

She uttered a low moan, and tipped over. Brass stood, his pistol smoking.

"Thanks." Grissom said, surprised at his voice. It was hoarse.

"Anytime." Brass said, smiling a little

They all rushed over. Sara and Catherine untied the ropes binding his ankles and wrists, while Warrick radioed for a ambulance.

Grissom smiled at his team… his friends. "Hey, thanks for saving my ass."

Catherine grinned, although there was tears gleaming in her blue eyes

I better tell them, Grissom thought. He went to speak, but darkness swam in front of his eyes. And he abruptly lost consciousness.