Disclaimer: okay, I don't own CSI, yadda yadda yadda… If I did why the heck would I be writing this cheap ass story? Anyways, this chapter is pretty good. The Catherine, Nick, Warrick case will lead you to think one thing but trust me, there's much more. The Grissom and Sara fiasco from the last chapter sort of gets solved but I still leave you with a HUGE HUGE HUGE cliffie! Please don't flame though, cliffhangers are what I do best.

Dedication: this chapter is dedicated to KCEstel for writing a hilarious review! I was on the floor laughing my a off! And I agree, it is wrong that Ecklie has a girlfriend but it makes a huge twist that I've been planning since the beginning.

On, for this chapter you might have to go back and re-read chapter four. Just warning you. But it's only so something in the Catherine, Nick, Warrick case makes sense if you forgot about it. Okay, I'm gonna go now.

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Chapter Eight – Sudden Truths

Warrick cautiously knocked on Catherine's door, his new girlfriend had her head resting on her desk and the lights were turned off. Paperwork was piling up and Catherine had purposely neglected it. With the trauma at work with the Brittany case, her newfound romance with Warrick, and family issues going on with Lindsay...well, she was downing coffee faster than Grissom and barley getting two hours of sleep a night.

"Cath, we need to talk." Catherine groggily looked up at Warrick. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red. She had obviously been crying.

"Catherine, what is going on with you and Lindsay?"

"What are you talking about? Nothing is going on." Her eyes were heavy and her voice was hoarse.

"Catherine, I know Lindsay ran away last night. She came to my house looking for somewhere to spend the night. She mumbled something about you two getting in a fight and crashed on my couch. What the hell is going on?" Catherine slapped her hand to her forehead.

"I come home from work and she's sitting on the couch. I ask her what's up and she just goes off on me, saying I don't love her and how she wished Eddie was still alive so she could go live with him. I told her I did love her and she flipped out even more saying the only thing I loved was my work. Then she took off out of the house saying she'd go stay with someone she at least liked. I thought she'd go over to one of her friend's house. Why you?"

"I don't know. She comes to me a lot though. A lot of times she'll come over on my night off for dinner. It's weird when she just shows up but…I like it. It's nice having someone else around the house." Catherine smiled and wrapped her arms around Warrick, resting her head on his chest for a few minutes.

"You're so good with her Warrick. Maybe I should come out and tell her we're dating. I mean, I don't think she'd care, and it might put me on her good side." Warrick chuckled and hugged Catherine closer.

"Don't worry about it Cath, she'll get over it in no time. And I agree with you, we should tell her. We should tell everyone. I mean, Nick knows but…maybe we should all go out to dinner one night that way Greg and Sara and everyone know."

"That's an awesome idea Warrick! I'll have to see when we all have a night off." Warrick nodded. "Okay, well, I have to go check with Sofia and see if she got anything from those new prints."

"Yah, you know, it was a good idea to give one set of prints to Greg and one to Sofia. Nick and I checked and none were smeared so she should have something."

"Yah, that's good. Well, see you later." Catherine leaned up and kissed Warrick, almost losing her composure for a moment.

Catherine was walking down the halls when she heard an infernal clicking noise. She stopped and looked around but it stopped. She started walking again when she heard the clicking get faster and louder. She looked back again and saw Sofia running over to Nick who was drinking a cup of coffee. They seemed to get into a small argument before Sofia walked off in a huff, back to her lab. Catherine walked in the direction of Sofia's lab and stood in the doorway. She looked down and saw the source of the clicking.

"Sofia, those are some…nice shoes. Costly huh?" Sofia looked down at her soft pink Prada pumps with lime green stitching and a pink bow to the side.

"Umm, yah. About a thousand dollars. I've been saving for a while now to get them." Catherine wore a smirk on her face.

"Yah, I have a pair just like them but instead of pink and green, mine are teal and green. Lindsay picked them out for me, she knows how much I love Prada. Umm, about how long have you had them?"

"About three months, why?" Catherine's mischievous smirk grew wider with every word that came out of Sofia's mouth.

"Just wondering. About what size are you? Eight? Eight and a half?"

"Eight and a half. You know Cath, you're starting to freak me out over here. What's the point in all this?"

"Oh, well I was thinking of buying some for a friend of mine but I wasn't sure if they had eight and a half. You got them at the Paris casino right? I got mine at the Bellagio a few months back but they stopped selling them." The last comment was a lie but Sofia would never know.

"Yah, I got them at the Paris. Well, I hope they still have them but…uhh, do you have any other reason for being here?" Only to nail your ass, Catherine thought.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you matched the prints to anyone?"

"Nope, not yet Cath. They were just partials so they might not find a match." Yah, I bet they wont by you. But I'm positive Greg will find something.

"Okay, well bye Sofia." Sofia never looked up from her work, just shifted her head slightly. Catherine walked out of the lab with a VERY satisfied grin on her face.

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Panic gripped Sara as she watched Heather hold the gun to the back of Grissom's head. She slammed her fists against the door but it wouldn't budge, it only dented. She saw Grissom turn his head a little so she could see his face. Heather was furious that he had moved and put the gun closer. Sara saw a panic stricken Grissom mouth the words, 'Get out of here.' Tears filled his eyes.

"Grissom! No, I won't leave!" Sara ran back to her kit, which still lay on the sidewalk and picked it up. When she got back to the house she forcefully flung it at the window. The window shattered, allowing Sara to climb though.

"You broke my window you bitch!" Heather took the gun away from Grissom's head and pointed it at Sara.

"Why are you doing this?" Tears formed in Heathers eyes as she began to cry.

"Because all I want is Melissa back. I only hit her because…because of that bastard. He cheated on me. Me for Christ's sake! What did I ever do to him? He goes off with his friend from college, Lillette something, and when she has the baby James takes her, saying Lillette is an unfit mother. And what does he do, he pushes the girl right into my arms."

"Why would you hit her though?" Sara's voice quivered, the gun was still aimed at her face. Her eyes were glassing over with tears that soon spilled over.

"Because she wasn't mine! She was that bitches daughter, not mine, why should I be the one to take care of her?" Grissom was frozen in place, his eyes never leaving the gun. The look on Sara's face when the gun was to him chilled him to the bone, and now that the gun was pointed to her, he was sure he looked the same way.

Why is this happening? How come every time I convince myself I might actually be over her something always happens that draws me back in? Why do I care for her so much? None of this makes sense! Why can't I let her go, things would be so much easier if I didn't love her!

"Heather, please put the gun down. Please? We can talk this all over. Just don't hurt Sara. Please don't hurt her." Grissom approached her with a pleading face full of love but once again the gun was back on him.

He saw Sara lunge forward and grab hold of the gun. Both her and Heather wriggled around trying to take the gun. Sara's face was turning red at the force she was using to take the gun but Heather wouldn't budge. Suddenly there was a shot followed by and eerie silence. Both had wide eyes as they slid to the floor. Someone had been shot, but whom, Grissom didn't know.

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Yah, I know, that was mean but I have to live up to my nickname. Back on the RFR Fan Fiction boards I was known as the Queen of Cliffies. I like writing them, they get you more reviews. Oh, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far, it means a LOT to me. Your reviews are the reason I write. LoL! Well, more to come soon.

Oh yah, before I forget, shadowspider101, wacha think? You're close, so very close! But not quite there yet.