Warrick looked around the photo-covered wall with disgust as the flash from his camera every so often lit the room. All around him pinned up were photos. Catherine and Lindsey picnicking in the park. Catherine at a crime scene, Catherine meeting Lindsey from school, and on many of the photo's derogatory names were scribbled over her face.

"Oh my God," Grissom whispered to himself as he entered the small room and looked around him.

"Hi Griss," Warrick nodded, looking at him briefly before turning his eyes back towards the scene before him. "How's Sara?"

"Sleeping," Grissom nodded, his voice faltering slightly with surprise at Warrick's question. Pushing the thoughts away, he made his way over to one of the walls. Leaning in to look closer he found his gaze drawn to an art book that had been propped up against a tattered dresser that stood against the horrifying shrine of photo's. Picking it up in his gloved hands, he flicked through. The hand drawings were remarkable to say the least, but all of them had one very resounding theme, blood, death and destruction.

"What you got?" Warrick asked as he moved closer to peer over Grissom's shoulder.

"I think we have one very disturbed young man here," Grissom sighed.

 "I'll bag all of these photo's," Warrick said softly, indicating the littered walls. "Cath was pretty upset by all of this."

"I would be too," Grissom nodded, his eyes drawn to one photo in particular which caught his attention. Reaching up to pull it down from the wall, he peered at it closely. His heart suddenly started beating wildly inside his chest when he saw the grainy photo of himself cradling the lifeless body of Sara in his arms. "Bastard," he seethed angrily, his voice rising loudly as he scanned the rest of the images.

"What?" Warrick stopped what he was doing and came closer to see what had caused Grissom's unusual outburst.

"He was watching and taking damn photo's of his crime Warrick," he spat angrily, waving the incriminating photo in the air as he spoke. "He knew this would happen. The son of a bitch was watching while we were immersed in misery."

"Jeeze," Warrick gasped, taking the photo from Grissom to peer down at it angrily.

"We're all here," Grissom told him, moving his hand along the disturbing imagery that had caused more than a little fear to eat away at his heart. "He wanted this."

Moving over to the far wall, Warrick's eyes were drawn to a small box that had brown wrapping paper around it. Stepping closer, he cautiously turned it over to see Catherine's home address scrawled on the package. "Dammit," he groaned, "Grissom take a look at this."

Grissom came over to stand beside him, "Oh God, bag everything and move out."

"What?" Warrick asked confused.

"You heard me, bag everything and move out. This is no longer a safe crime scene," Grissom told him quickly as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket to speed dial a number. Placing it to his ear, he took a deep breath. "I need bomb squad here, we have another device."

A few minutes later, Grissom stood out on the roadside with Warrick, both of them stunned into silence as the bomb squad moved into the house. By now a small crowd had gathered outside to form a ring around the police cars that flashed their neon blue lights silently.

"This is sick," Warrick groaned, "he's just a kid."

"A kid with a deadly agenda," Grissom told him. His eyes stayed trained firmly on the house, waiting for a sign that it was safe to return back inside.

"Why Catherine?" Warrick whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "This is like some stupid bad dream."

"It's real," Grissom told him stonily, his blue eyes frosted with anger. "We could have lost good people because of this kid. As it stands he has managed to seriously injure both Nick and Sara." Shoving his hands into his pockets angrily, he glared over towards the darkened house, his face blank.

"Sara's gonna be okay," Warrick murmured knowingly, "She's a fighter."

Grissom's eyes flickered with emotion with the mention of her name, and for a moment Warrick thought he saw a glimmer of something else until the tough mask fell again, hiding the emotions behind Grissom's cold exterior.

"I love her too," Warrick told him angrily when he wouldn't answer. When Grissom turned to face him, Warrick could almost feel his heart snap in two. "She's my friend too Grissom," he whispered, "I care about her that's all."

"And I don't?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Warrick snapped. "Look, I know what I saw okay. You and Sara need each other."

Grissom's jaw twitched as he listened to Warrick's words, his own emotions rising inside his chest as he fought to control the increasing need to leave this place and return to the safety beside her. Warrick was right about him. He did need her, he did want her, but then he would never readily admit that to anyone else. He needed to be beside her, helping her through the pain, but first he needed to collect the evidence so that this whole nightmare would never be repeated again. Keeping his voice low, he whispered a few words to acknowledge his feelings as well as protect them. "I know."

Warrick's heads spun around to look at him, shock and relief shining from his eyes. He tried to think of something wise to say, but he couldn't think of a single word. Instead he lifted a hand to Grissom's arm, patting him reassuringly. "She'll get through this," Warrick told him reassuringly.

Grissom was about to reply with a few words to indicate the subject was closed, but stopped in mid flow when there was movement from the house. Members of the bomb squad left the house and one of them came over to where Grissom and Warrick were standing. "It's deactivated. It's safe for you to photograph now."

"Thank you," Grissom nodded, acknowledging the man in front of him before picking up his field kit to hurriedly push past him to go back into the house. His eyes were drawn to the package on the table, which was now open. Inside was a shoebox which had held a deadly secret. Walking over to it, he lifted his camera and photographed the once deadly package.

"Hey Griss," Warrick spoke softly as he came into the room, his eyes searching for something he may have missed.

"Let's head back to the lab," Grissom told him, holding the bagged device up so he could see it better. "We have what we need."

Warrick nodded silently, his stomach rolling in nauseating waves as he held onto the bags of incriminating photos. "Right behind you," he whispered shakily as he followed Grissom out of the room.

Catherine sat silently beside Sara, holding onto her hand while the doctor came in to take a look at her injured thigh. Gasping in a breath, Sara groaned low inside her throat when he gently pulled the bandages free so he could see how she was healing.

"Everything is healing fine," he told her, "I'll have Alice clean and re-dress the wound, then we'll see about getting you up and mobile in a few days."

"Won't that be a little difficult?" Catherine asked worriedly. "She's in a lot of pain."

"It's part of the healing process," he nodded, "She'll be in pain for some time, but that is because of the severity of her injury."

"Well, can you see about giving her something, I mean just look at her," Catherine snapped.

"S'ok Cath," Sara hissed painfully, "this isn't as bad as it was before."

"But.."

"Can you do me a favour?" Sara asked, clutching Catherine's hand tightly bringing her attention towards her.

"Of course, what do you need?"

"Look in on Nicky for me," Sara asked softly, her voice breaking as she bit back a painful cry when nurse Alice placed a new bandage over her thigh.

"Of course I will," Catherine smiled, squeezing her hand. "As soon as you're settled, I'll go and look in on him."

"Thanks," Sara muttered, closing her eyes until the pain had started to ebb away.

"You know you'll be back to your old self in no time," Catherine smiled, doing her best to lighten the mood in the room. "Everyone misses you."

"What about the lab?" Sara asked tiredly as she turned her eyes towards her friend.

"Oh yeah the lab misses you, big time!"

Sara bit back a chuckle, gasping a breath when the movement caused her thigh to stir with the beginnings of pain again. "No I meant…"

"I know what you meant," Catherine grinned, her voice becoming lower as she moved in a little closer. "The damaged areas are under investigation, but as for the rest of the lab, we're still able to work."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you know Cavallo, he doesn't like losing a day of precious work time!"

"Yeah," Sara sighed, "but that's what he does."

"Yeah, I guess." Catherine watched as Sara's eyes started to close and flutter open again. "I'm gonna let you get some sleep," she smiled, "I'll stop by and look in on Nicky."

Okay," Sara whispered, as she lost the battle with her eyelids. Pushing herself upwards, Catherine untangled her hands from Sara's and smiled down at her, "night honey," she whispered as she retreated towards the door.

Back at the lab, Grissom stared at the wreckage that littered the hallways of the now destructed part of the lab. Gulping a breath, he turned away from the sight before him and carried on walking with his precious evidence in his hands.

An hour later, Brass stuck his head around the door to Grissom's office. "We're about to interview the suspect."

"I'm almost done here," Grissom nodded, as he picked up the photo of the bagged device and looked down at it thoughtfully.

Brass watched him quietly from the doorway and wondered if the change in Gil Grissom was something that would be a permanent fixture from now on. Stepping inside the office, he came over to sit down in the chair opposite him. "So," he started, "how's Sara?"

Grissom's eyes closed with the mention of her name, and for a moment he tried to hide behind his mask of denial, but she refused to leave his mind. Letting out the breath he was holding, Grissom placed the photos on his desk. "She's in a lot of pain," he said softly, "I would have stayed with her again tonight but she wanted me to get some rest."

"So you came here?" Brass grinned. "You two are so alike you know that?"

"So I'm told," Grissom smiled. Pushing the chair backwards, he stood up and picked up the evidence in his hands. "Okay, lets get this over with."

"Yeah," Brass nodded in agreement, standing to follow Grissom out of the door towards the interview rooms.

TBC…………