Jennifer sat there on the bed crying. Emily was sound asleep in her room. Jennifer couldn't believe the pictures in front of her. She knew exactly what it felt like. She was there. God was she there. She couldn't understand why people did it to themselves. She got out of it, it was easy for her. But she knew it was hard for others.

"Here you are." Nick said as he walked into their bedroom. Jennifer looked up, her eyes red, her cheeks stained with tears. "What's wrong?" He asked rushing over to her side. "Is Emily okay?"

"She's fine." Jennifer sobbed wiping her tears from her eyes. Jennifer sorted the photos of Ashleigh James, that sat in front of her on the bed. "I had to look at the case file. Emily is sleeping, I had nothing else to do." She closed the file and put back on the bedside table and sighed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Nick asked concerned, stroking her hair.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She paused. "I think I'm going to go to bed." Jennifer leaned in and gave Nick a kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too." Nick replied as Jennifer laid down and pulled up the covers.





"Grissom." Sara called out from his office door. He didn't respond. "Grissom." Sara called once more. But again, he didn't answer. "GRISSOM!" She shouted out.

"Huh?" He asked, breaking out of his trance.

"You okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yea fine. How can I help you?" He asked.

"Well, something very interesting just came up. Something, very weird, and very interesting." She eyed her boss carefully. Something was up, something was bothering him and he wasn't going to even talk about it.

"And that would be?" Grissom questioned the eager CSI.

"Catherine and Warrick's case. We merged. Our cases match. Both our vics, were killed the same way. Poisioned. Except, their vic was shot. We're piecing the enormous puzzle together right now. Would you care to add your expertise?" Sara offered.

"I'll join you later. I have some business I need to work on." Grissom said as he raised from his office chair. "If you guys need Nick, call him. He finished Ashleigh James case and is at home. Jennifer can take care of herself and of Emily now." He smiled as he walked out.



Nick rolled onto his right side and went to put his arm around Jennifer, but she wasn't there. He sat up and looked around the bedroom, wondering if she was sitting on the chair by the window. She wasn't there either. He got up and walked into the bathroom. She wasn't there either. He checked Emily's room, nothing. He panicked. He rushed into the dark living room where he saw a figure of a head in the darkness and called out. "Jennifer?" She didn't speak. 'She must be sleeping.' He thought to himself.

"Nick, is that you?" She said groggily as she turned on the lamp.

"How come you're in here? Was I tossing too much?" He asked as he sat down next to her.

"No, you weren't. I just couldn't sleep."

"Those crime scene photos are bothering you, aren't they?" He asked as he pulled her closer. She nodded. "Why? Why are they bothering you so much? A case hardly effects you like that?"

Jennifer took a deep breath. "Because I've been there."

"Been where?" Nick asked.

"In her shoes. I can relate to Ashleigh James. I know what it's like and it's one dark place you do not want to be."