Nick gently helped Catherine into his house.  "You can stay wherever you want."

            "Thanks for this, Nick.  I'm not ready to go home."

            "It's okay.  Believe me, I understand."

            She nodded.  "I think I'll stay on the couch, if you don't mind."  She didn't really want to make too much of a big deal; it was his house after all.

            He nodded.  "Okay. I'll go get you some soup and a blanket."

            "If you show me where one of them is, I can do that."

            He shook his head.  "You're not supposed to move around too much.  It's no trouble."  He remembered Sara doing the same thing for him when he was hurt.

            Catherine sat on the couch and thought about her friends.  Sara was helping, in her own way, by running the evidence, Warrick took Lindsey out to eat and to a movie so that she wouldn't be so upset, and Nick was bringing her soup and blankets, just like her mom had when she was sick as a child.  She knew exactly what Grissom was doing: sitting in his office, thinking.  She didn't expect more from him, but it still hurt.  This was one of the times that she needed to talk to her family and, rather he would admit it or not, he was her family.

            She walked to the kitchen and stood there for a moment before she asked, "Nick…why are you and Warrick taking this better than Grissom?"

            He looked at her and saw the hurt expression on her face.  "I've dealt with this before."

            She nodded. "I know.  We never really talked about that.  I know that Sara took care of you."

            He nodded.  "She's good at taking care of people."

            "Did you ever get to a point when being in your own house didn't frighten you?"

            "Eventually."  He studied her.  "Cath…it will get better.  I promise.  It will get better."

            She nodded, not knowing what to say.  "About Grissom…"

            "You know how he is.  He can't show any weakness in front of us.  It's easier for him to be a scientist than a person."          Catherine flinched at his terminology. "Not that he's not a person, it's just…"

            "I know."  It still hurt though.

            "He was the same way when I was hurt.  It's just…Grissom."

            She tried to smile.  "You sure I can't help with something?"

            "I'm sure.  Hey, if you want to call Warrick's cell phone, he should have picked up Lindsey by now and you can at least talk to her."  They had all agreed that it was better for Catherine's health if Lindsey stayed with Sam again, until Catherine's ribs healed a little more, but it was hard for Catherine to be home and not be with her daughter.

*****
            "Grissom."  The word sounded like it was floating in water and he turned towards the door to see Sara standing there.  He studied her lips.  "Are you okay?"  She asked, a concerned look on her face.

            "Yeah, I'm fine.  Anything?"

            "Not yet.  Greg's still working on it.  One of the day shift volunteered to do the scene."  She sat in one of his visitors' chairs. "What are you doing?"

            "Going through cases."  He'd started hours ago and had come up with a huge stack of cases Catherine had done over the years.

            "Do you want some help?"  He thought about saying no, but nodded.  "What are these stacks for?"  She indicated the stacks of files.

            "These I haven't gone through, these are dead, these are still in jail, and these are prospects."  She nodded and took a folder from the ones he hadn't gone through.
            One of the 'gophers' knocked on the door a few hours later.  "Ms. Sidle, Mr. MacCallister wants to talk to you in the break room."

            She nodded and looked at Grissom.  "I'll be right back, 'kay?"  He nodded in a silent reply as she left the room.

            "What did you find out?"

            "Her bedroom had a camera.  Whoever raped her didn't leave any evidence, at least not at the scene."

            She nodded.  "He's a smart bastard.  Is there anyway we can trace the surveillance equipment?"

            "Our audio-visual quit a week ago.  Where's Warrick?"

            "With Catherine's daughter."  She looked at her watch.  "He might be back by now.  I'll give them a call; I need to check on Catherine anyway."  He nodded, smiling at one of the two prettiest CSIs in the lab, and took the equipment to the audio-visual room as she pulled out her cell phone and went down to the locker room to have some privacy.

            Nick answered the phone on the second ring, before it woke Catherine.  "Nick Stokes."

            "Nick, it's Sara.  Warrick back yet?"

            "Yeah.  Need him?"

            "Yeah.  The only evidence at the scene was video surveillance equipment."

            "Okay, I'll tell him."

            "Hey, how's Catherine?"

            "Asleep.  What about Grissom?"  He asked, comparing notes.

            "No change.  We're going through cases Catherine worked."

            "There has to be over a couple of hundred there."

            "It makes him feel useful."

            "Speaking of…"

            She smiled, knowing his question.  "Don't worry.  One of the day shift's helping, MacCallister.  You're useful taking care of Catherine.  Let me know if you need anything."

            "Let me know if you do."  She hung up and went back to Grissom's office to help him again.