I know this isn't quite a Sara/Grissom fan-fiction, but I think Catherine is a cool character and I definitely don't want her and Grissom together, so I think it should be Warrick. It may be a little slow at first, only because I need to establish some basics before I move on. Should I keep writing? Please read and review!

Chapter One- Smile

Catherine awoke with a start. She had been dreaming, relieving the scene over and over again in her mind, as she had done many times over the past two weeks. The rain, the car, Lindsey. She still could not believe he was gone. She heard Lindsey in the hall, walking towards her bedroom. Catherine knew Lindsey was worried about her, frankly so was she. She couldn't seem to stop crying. She felt thin, ragged and worthless. She didn't eat, barely slept, spent most of her time crying or pretending to everyone and the world that everything was fine, when all she felt like doing was crawling into a small space and never coming out again. Catherine quickly wiped her cheeks and attempted a smile.

"Hi sweetheart."

"Hi Mommy." Lindsey looked closely at her mother, analyzing her. "Have you been crying again?" she asked.

Catherine tried to shake her head no. "Yes." She admitted tearily.

Lindsey got up onto the bed and put her small hand on her mother's. "It's alright Mommy. It's gonna be alright. I promise."

Catherine took her daughter's face in her hands. "I love you, baby."

Lindsey hugged her mother. "I love you too." Catherine laid down, exhausted from the tears she had cried. Lindsey left and let her sleep. As she walked into the hallway, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" she wondered. Lindsey walked to the door and asked "Who is it?"

A familiar deep voice answered back. "Lindsey, It's me Warrick."

Lindsey opened the door, relieved that he had come to visit. "Maybe he can make Mommy stop crying." she thought. Warrick bent down to hug Lindsey.

"Where's your mom?" he asked.

Lindsey frowned a little. "She's sleeping. She cried most of the night. Can you make her stop, Uncle Warrick?"

Warrick smiled a little when she called him Uncle Warrick. "I'll try. Now how about some breakfast for you, young lady. What'll it be, French toast, eggs or pancakes?"

Lindsey's stomach growled slightly. "Pancakes!"

Warrick laughed and started towards the kitchen. "Pancakes it is then."

Lindsey ran after him, "Can I help?" Warrick turned to her. "Of course. Now," he said as he rubbed his hands together. "Where's your mom keep the flour?" Lindsey pointed to a cabinet located above the microwave. "And the eggs?" Again Lindsey pointed her little hand. Warrick followed her directions and gathered the ingredients.

Soon, the stove was on, and Lindsey poured the pancake mix into the pan, spilling some of it onto the floor and the stove. Warrick and Lindsey turned as they heard laughing in the background. It was Catherine, standing in the doorway, wrapped in her bathrobe. Warrick smiled, "And what, Cath, is so funny?"

Catherine smiled. "You and Lindsey making breakfast. Linds, I think you got more mix on the floor than in the pan. And you, War, have so much flour in your hair, that it looks as if you are going gray." Catherine walked towards him and playfully brushed some of the flour out of his hair. "There. You were beginning to look like Grissom." she added, smiling.

Warrick chuckled and put his hand on her face. "It's good to see you smiling again." Catherine raised her hand up to touch his.

She smiled again. "Thanks, Warrick."

Warrick looked a little puzzled, "For what?"

Catherine looked into his deep brown eyes. "For this. For breakfast. For taking care of Lindsey and me…"

He brought her in closer and hugged her. "You're quite welcome." Lindsey had by this time managed to find some chocolate chips and put them in the batter. She was stirring it with a wooden spoon. Catherine and Warrick laughed. "Chocolate, for breakfast?" Catherine asked.

Lindsey just nodded. "Yup."

Catherine walked towards her daughter and hugged her long and hard. "Chocolate it is then." Lindsey slid out of Catherine's arms and ran over to Warrick. She tugged on his shirt.

"What is it?" Warrick asked as he bent down to talk to the little girl.

"Thanks Uncle Warrick."

Warrick asked again, "For what?"

Lindsey whispered in his ear, "For making my mommy smile."