Sara walked into the cubbyhole that Greg Sanders called his own.  "Good.  You're here."

            Greg nodded.  "Yeah.  Some of the day shift were talking.  Is it true?  About Catherine?"  For once, he was serious with a concerned look on his face.

            Sara nodded.  "Yeah."  She handed him the kit.  "Evidence."

            "Goes through first."  He said, clearing off the rest of the cases and turning immediately to what Sara had given him.  "How is she?"

            "Pretty good, under the circumstances.  Bruised ribs, cuts, more external bruising, but she's awake and they said she should go home in a few hours."

            "Sara…anything I can do?"

            "You're doing it, Greg.  Nick and Warrick are going to take care of her at home, all we can do is catch this bastard."

            He stopped and looked at her, puzzled and a little shocked.  "Boss isn't taking care of her?"  Like everyone else, he wondered just how close Grissom was to Catherine, but knew they were good friends, both at and outside of work.

            Sara shook her head.  "He's in his office, helping."  He hadn't been much of a help, but as long as he was in his office, he wasn't hunting down Catherine's rapist with a gun which is what Sara was worried about with Warrick.  He was close to Catherine too and he did tend to have a temper at times, as did Grissom and, to some extent, though not as much as the others, Nick.

*****
            Grissom sat at his desk, holding a personnel file in his hands, Catherine's file.  He smiled as he saw the picture.  They took new ones every year, but regardless of hair and clothing styles, they always had that beautiful, sassy, light up a room Catherine smile that was hers and hers alone.  In her Warrick had one of his biggest supporters, Sara an ally, Nick another big sister, the victims a confidant and listener, Lindsey the mother she adored, and he had the closest thing to a best friend he'd had in years.  Catherine was a survivor; she made it through things that would make others curl up and die over.  Although he would never admit it, to some extent, she was his heroine.  He admired her strength, her stubbornness, her fearlessness, her ease, almost everything that was just part of her personality.

            "We're day shift.  It's our case."  He was rudely interrupted by Conrad Ecklie, the day shift supervisor.

            "My CSI collected the evidence, my CSI was injured, it's our case.  I would, however, accept a person from your shift to assist us."  He was making a concession; he wanted this taken care of in the family.

            "I'm taking the case.  You're borderline with the sheriff anyway.  One call…"

            "There's no way you're getting anywhere near this case; you screw up your own too bad as it is.  It's our case.  We're handling it.  You gotta problem with that, make the call.  Here's a phone." He indicated the phone on his desk.

            "I'll be waiting for you to screw up."  Ecklie said before walking away.

            "I'm sure you will."  Grissom mouthed as he turned his attention back to Catherine's file and his memories.