As soon as Warrick completed his search, he called Grissom. "Grissom," he picked up.
"Griss, I found out where the money was coming from."
"Where?"
"A Cindi Freeman. She's one of the mayor's secretaries."
"His secretary is fronting the money?" Grissom exclaimed.
"Griss, the account numbers lead back to his secretary, that's all I can tell you."
"Okay, thanks Warrick. I'll have Brass bring her in, you can join me for the interrogation."
"Alright Griss."
Warrick closed his phone and headed for the break room.
When Warrick entered the break room, everything was dark. He flipped the light on and went to pour himself a cup of coffee. He jumped when he heard a voice behind him. "Hey Warrick," Catherine spoke, sitting up on the couch.
"Oh, Cath, I didn't see you there," Warrick said, turning around.
"Yeah, I was resting," she stretched her arms above her head, "anything new?"
"The money was coming from an account in one of the mayor's secretaries' names. They're bringing her in now."
Catherine nodded and stifled a yawn. She was about to reply when she was interrupted by the shrill of her cell phone. "Willows," she spoke.
"Cath, you better grab Warrick and get over to the mayor's house now," Brass commanded.
"What's going on?" Catherine asked, already getting up from the couch and motioning for Warrick to follow her.
"Shots fired," Brass spoke, "just get down here."
Catherine closed her phone, walking quickly down the hallway. "Warrick, we've got to get to the mayor's house," Catherine spoke.
Warrick held up his keys. "I'm driving Cath, I'll get us there faster."
Catherine nodded, and they both raced out of the lab.
Catherine gripped the handle of the door as Warrick sped down the road. He was going about eighty miles per hour, but he didn't notice, he was just concerned about getting to the scene as fast as possible. They had the windows down, trying to keep them awake at the late hour. Catherine screamed when a car crossed the center line of the road, into their lane, and Warrick was going too fast to avoid collision. He veered to the right, hopped the curve, and the opposing car crashed into the driver's side of the vehicle, spinning it clockwise. The car rolled once before coming to a complete stop, hood down, against a telephone pole. Onlookers were at Warrick's window in an instant. "Sir, an ambulance has been called, it'll be here in a minute," a man stated.
Warrick winced as sharp pains went up his left leg. He looked to his right to see Catherine's head dangling, blood oozing out of her nose. "Help her," Warrick spoke.
"An ambulance is coming," the man repeated again.
A few minutes later, Warrick could hear sirens in the distance, help was coming closer. Hold on Cath, just hold on.
When the firefighters arrived, they extricated Warrick from the vehicle fairly easily. When it came to Catherine, they were very careful to brace her neck and ease her out of the vehicle. Once Catherine and Warrick were stabilized for transport, the two ambulances left for the hospital.
"Where the hell are they?" Brass asked Grissom.
"I don't know Jim, maybe they hit traffic. I can start processing without them."
Grissom was about to start processing when his cell phone rang. "Grissom," he picked up.
"Mr. Grissom, I wanted to inform you that two of your CSIs were just brought into the emergency room."
Grissom sighed and became extremely concerned, knowing that only two people had been out of the lab. "What happened?" he asked.
"Car accident, they were both just brought in. I figured you would know the right people to contact."
"Thank you," Grissom spoke, closing his phone.
"What's going on?" Brass asked.
"Apparently Warrick and Catherine got themselves into a car accident. I've got to get down to the hospital. I'm going to send Nick, Sara, and Greg back here."
Brass watched Grissom walk away and shook his head. Could this situation possibly get any worse?
"Nick," Grissom spoke, calling him while driving to the hospital.
"What's up Griss?" Nick asked.
"Nick, get Sara and Greg and get down to the mayor's house, pronto."
"What's going on?"
"Brass will brief you when you get to the scene. Nick, I want you to drive, and I want you to drive carefully."
"Griss, I think I know how to drive."
"Warrick and Catherine landed themselves in the hospital trying to get to this scene. Drive carefully," Grissom said sternly.
"Okay Griss. Are they okay?"
"I don't know what's going on, I'm on my way now."
"Okay Griss, we'll take care of the scene."
Grissom closed his cell phone and continued the drive to the hospital.
"My name is Gil Grissom, and I'd like to find out the status of two of my CSIs, Catherine Willows and Warrick Brown," Grissom stated, approaching the nurses' desk in the emergency room of Desert Palm.
"Mr. Grissom, if you would have a seat, I'll have a doctor come talk to you as soon as any news is available."
Grissom walked over to the nearby waiting room and sunk into a chair. I can't believe this is happening. All they had to do was make it to the scene in one piece. I know it's not their fault, but this sure is horrible timing.
"Mr. Brown, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked, examining his pupils.
"I'm fine," Warrick said, annoyed that he still didn't know what Catherine's condition was, "is Catherine Willows okay?"
"Mr. Brown, I'll tell you again, I don't know the status of Ms. Willows. If you would calm down and let me do my job, we may have you out of here a little quicker, and you can go see for yourself."
The doctor returned to examining Warrick's eyes. "I don't have a concussion," Warrick stated.
"I know, I just confirmed that," the doctor said, "now we're just waiting on the x-rays of your ankle."
"I'm sure I could walk on it," Warrick stated, trying to get up from the bed.
The doctor put a hand on his chest and forced him back to the bed. "You are not going anywhere," the doctor commanded, "calm down the testosterone and sit tight before you do any more damage."
"I want to know the status of Catherine Willows!" Warrick shouted.
"I'll be right back," the doctor resigned, going to try and find out what was going on within a similar curtain just down the hall.
"What are we dealing with?" Nick asked once they had gotten to the scene.
Sara was standing beside him, and Greg was hidden right behind them. "A body," Brass stated to no one in particular.