Disclaimer: I am not in any way making profit from this flippin' story so
blah. If I was making money, I'd be signed with a publishing company and
wouldn't be wasting my time here writing fan fictions. Even if you were gonna
sue me it wouldn't be worth it 'cause it would take more money to sue me
than you'd get back from me. But if I did have money, my first purchases
would be William Petersen (Hotness) George Eads (Mega Hotness) and Eric
Szmanda (Adorable lab rat). And I'd pick up some chips and dip for the wild
party we'd throw. hehehehehehhee. I take pride in denying your reality.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to William Petersen. 1) because he's hot. 2) Because not that many people are giving me that great of reviews. Some people don't like getting reviews but I'm 14, I NEED something to brag about! So, Billie, this chapie is for you.

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Chapter Seven – Like Nothing Ever Happened

When Nick and Warrick walked into work the next day they were greeted by the sight of a more than hung over Catherine sitting at her desk, head in hands. The lights were turned off and she had her blinds pulled, blocking out the light from the lab. She let out a groan of pain as they opened the door and walked in.

"Remind me to never go out drinking with Gil ever again. I can't handle another hang over like this."

"Will do," Nick replied, his smiled a mile wide. Catherine took notice and sighed before asking.

"What's got you so perky? Rach finally lay you?" Nick rolled his eyes and placed a plastic back on Cath's desk.

"When we went back to the crime scene we found Brittany's cell phone in the bottom of the dumpster. We figured we could print it and check out the recent calls. Oh, and Warrick and I got some more prints and made sure to drop them off for Greg, even though we don't know why."

"That's my business and you'll know soon enough. For now, lets just say she's pissing me off." Warrick and Nick exchanged glances and got up, taking the cell over to dust for prints.

After dusting the cell only to find Brittany's prints on it, they decided to check the records. Nick carefully went to the cells menu and wrote down all the numbers she had previously called. Most of them were labeled with absurd names. Instead of labeling the number for the Crime Lab as Work, she labeled it The Hell Hole. One label kept popping up, My Boy Toy, and Nick figured this was her boyfriend.

"Warrick, look at this. My Boy Toy, think it's her boyfriend or her father?" Nick asked with his newfound sarcasm that his girlfriend Rachael had instilled in him.

"Just check it man." Nick dialed the number and waited a moment. Warrick heard the person on the other line pick up but couldn't hear whom he introduced himself as. Within seconds of the other line picking up Nick quickly hung up.

"Dude, what's up? Who is it?" Nick looked at Warrick with wide eyes.

"I think we just solved who Ecklie's girlfriend is-was." Warrick stepped back and covered his mouth as he made a sound of disgust.

"Aww, that's wrong! At first I thought it was hard to believe Ecklie had a girlfriend, but now this! Man, he's always getting on everyone for dating a CSI and here he's doing it behind our backs. Man, when Grissom and Sara hear about this they're gonna flip. Grissom gonna get on him so bad." Nick's face went blank.

"Dude, the bullet that killed Brittany was from a CSI. Do you think it was Ecklie?"

"Naw, Ecklie cares too much for his job to do anything like that. Plus, he would have been more careful to clean up. I'm betting it was one of his friends. Maybe someone who didn't like her that much." Nick nodded in agreement. Both headed back to Catherine's office to tell her.

"Cath, prepare to be jealous. We know a bit of gossip before you."

"I find that hard to believe." Catherine looked at the pair with interest. Nick took out the cell phone once again and placed it in front of her.

"We know who Ecklie's girlfriend is-was. Sorry, I keep saying that. Brittany was dating Ecklie. We think one of his friends might not have liked her and stole Ecklie's gun to kill her."

"We don't even know if it was Ecklie's gun, Bobby hasn't figured that out yet."

"I thought he already figured out it was from here."

"Yes, but there's a serial number that every CSI was registered and that number was placed on the bullets. Bobby is still trying to figure out who it was registered to." Catherine stopped for a moment and questionable looked back at them. "Did you just say that Brittany was dating Ecklie?"

"Yah, Nick called the number registered as My Boy Toy on her cell and Ecklie picked up." Catherine looked away in disgust.

"Aww, that's not right. I can't imagine anyone calling Ecklie their 'Boy Toy.'"

"Yah, tell me about it." Catherine looked up at Warrick with mischievous eyes.

"But I can imagine calling you my boy toy." Catherine stood up and forcefully pressed her lips to Warrick's, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Aww, that's not right." Nick quickly left the room as both Warrick and Catherine flew into hysterics.

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The car ride to Heathers house was a quiet one. Both Sara and Grissom were coping with the after affects of the pervious nights inebriation. Sara remembered full well what she had said and was hoping to god that Gil didn't…but he did.

After ten minutes of silence Sara finally couldn't take it. "Griss," she looked at him and saw he was looking back. His eyes were pleading with her not to bring it up. "Um…why are we going to Heathers house again? Why can't we just take her in for questioning at the police station?"

"She refuses to go and Greg is still working on getting a warrant for her arrest." Sara winced at the mention of Greg's name.

"Gil, I really think we should talk about last night."

"And I really think we should focus on our work, not what we do when we're drunk." Sara felt her cheeks grow warm.

"You heard me, didn't you?"

"Yes, but you were drunk so I don't take it seriously." Sara slowly nodded.

"Oh, okay. That's good… Um, Griss, are you going to chastise me for this later or are we gonna let the whole thing drop?"

"I…I think we should let the whole thing drop." Sara nodded once again.

"Well, um Griss, " she said, perking up, "I don't think we should. I mean, why not get this all out in the open." Sara shifted in her seat to face him. He looked back at her, parking the car in front of Heathers house in Henderson.

"Sara…I don't know what to do about…this." Both Sara and Grissom had a flashback to right after the explosion when Sara had asked him to dinner. He had said the same thing then. Sara felt tears skimming her eyelids at the thought.

"Umm, okay then. Let just…go." Sara hoped out of the car and walked up the steps to the door. She waited for Grissom to get to her before she rang the bell. Sara took a closer look at the sand colored house while they waited. At closer inspection she noticed that the paint was peeling and the wood on the patio was rotting from the recent summer rain.

"Hello Mrs. Sidle and Dr. Grissom." Heather had a smile on her face but Sara saw something in her eyes that scared her, she just couldn't place her finger on what exactly it was.

"Mrs. Scott, you do realize the charges that are being placed again you right?" She sweetly smiled. Sara felt that it was almost sickly sweet. "Look, your prints were on every one of the belts in your closet. Melissa's blood was on every belt as well. James DNA was no where near that closet which leads us to believe he took her to protect her from you."

"Then how do you explain the cut on my head?"

"Simple, you put up a fight when he tried to take her."

"Look, I did nothing of the sort." She crossed her arms across her chest and stuck her nose in the air.

"Heather, do you mind if we look around some more?"

"Certainly not Dr. Grissom. You go right ahead." Sara headed outside to grab her kit, which she had forgotten to grab on her way out of the car.

I don't believe this. He's still confused about all of this. I can't believe him! Maybe it's time for me to move on. No, I can't to that…I love him; I can't just change how I feel. I mean, he obviously doesn't love me enough to put his job on the line, he made that very clear way back with Dr. Lurie.

Sara grabbed her kit out of the trunk but it slipped from her fingers onto the sidewalk. She knelt down to pick it up when the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She looked back up at the house and saw that the door, which she had left open, had been slammed shut. She quickly ran up to the door and tried to open it but it was locked.

"Grissom! Gil, are you okay? Someone open this door!" She looked in the small window neck to the door and, even though the curtain had been pulled shut, she saw through a crack that Heather was holding a gun to the back of Gils head.

"Grissom!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.