Gil Grissom was the first CSI to arrive on the scene. Greg trailed behind him. Sam Vega was at the door. The paramedics had arrived.

"The vic won't let them touch her." Sam told Grissom "She keeps talking about evidence and backing into a corner of the bedroom. We know there's a DB in the room, too."

"Let me try." Gil prompted "Greg, call Sara and have her meet us at the ER.."

"You want me to wait outside?" Greg responded disappointed.

"Yes, Greg." knowing the young CSI was not ready for what might be inside.

Gil walked through the den into the kitchen, missing nothing. The turned over bar stools, the upended kitchen chairs, the plates that had fallen from a decorative holder. The stove door was open. He could smell the blood in the air and the fear. He glanced at the refrigerator and something caught his eye, he stepped over.

"You got something, Gil?" Sam asked

Upon seeing the photo stuck on the door with a smiley face magnet he froze.

"What time does Brass, get off duty?"

"He's on desk, he can't be called to a scene." Vega said and looked at the photo. "Oh, no. I'll wait in the driveway."

Gil moved to the bed room, she was in the corner, away from the body.

"Holly? It Gil, Gil Grissom? Can I help you?"

"I have the evidence, they can't touch me until you take it, I'm hurt, Don't let Jim…."

"Holly can I come over to you?" he crooned in a gentle voice.

"I need to go to the hospital, I have to know if I'm okay?" while she spoke, Gil reached for a blanket that covered a chair near the window. He covered her with the blanket and led her out of the room.

He didn't even look at the DB. The EMR personnel were in the den waiting with a stretcher. She resisted.

"No, I can wait for Jim." she looked at Gil.

"He doesn't need to see this, Holly." Gil continued "We need the evidence and you need to see a doctor."

She allowed herself to be loaded into the ambulance.

"Don't use the siren, please." and the driver knowing who his passenger was accommodated her wish.

Jim stopped on the way home to buy flowers. Daisies, her favorite. She liked all typed of daisies, so he bought as many types as the florist carried. He had left his a little early and had driven around for a while to find a florist open. Only in Vegas if you looked hard enough you could get anything at any time. He hoped she would still be in bed when he arrived. Sometimes she was awake and trying to cook for him. It was sweet, but Holly had yet to cook anything remotely palatable. Traffic was slow, the radio played nothing but junk, would he ever get home.

As he made the final turn toward the street , a silent ambulance drove past him in the opposite direction. He topped the hill and saw the lights. He knew, he could tell…..

"Jim, you don't need to go in there, go….." Sam said as he tried to hold him back. Jim evaded his grasp.

Gasping as he reached the door, Gil stopped him.

"Was it that bastard, Mason? What did he do to her?" Jim demanded entry and pushed Gil hard enough to gain entry into the house. He stormed through the rooms looking , for what , he didn't know. He saw the activity in the bedroom. Pain filled his heart. He watched as the coroner pulled the stretcher out of the room. Silence filled the house as Jim approached the sheet covered body , blood seeping through. He gently pulled back the sheet. His face ashen.

"Jim, she went to the hospital, Sara will be with her." Gil whispered. "You don't need to see this."

Sara knew exactly why Gil wanted her at the hospital when the ambulance arrived. Greg had called and filled her in on all the details. She waited in the Ambulance bay hoping no one had called the media or alerted the hospital who would be arriving . Sara knew Holly would want privacy. The wheelchair was ready by her side, a private exam room had been readied.

Holly stepped gingerly out of the ambulance, grateful that the EMR guys had not radioed ahead. Sara wheeled her to the exam room.

Jim arrived moments after Holly was in the exam room. He walked to the door.

"I will be as gentle as possible." Sara tried to sound comforting. "I need to know the last time you had intercourse"

"umm," Holly searched her mind " Yesterday morning?" Sara didn't inform Holly that they would need a DNA sample of her last consensual partner for comparison, which was standard procedure. In this case they had the DNA.

"Okay, relax, this won't take long. After I collect this sample, I will need to scrape your fingernails and comb you hair and look for fibers on your body and take some photos."

Jim's eyes filled.

"Sara? Will youhave Dr. Hartford called down here for me?" Holly asked. "Use the phone on the wall, dial ext.448"

After Sara finished her work, she called the number and walked out, passing Jim in the hall.

"What happened to her?" He asked

"I don't think she was raped Jim." he looked relieved.

"You think I should go in there, or what?" he looked uncertain

"I think it would be a good idea, She had me dial an extension that rang in obstetrics.