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--Emily—

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"Hey Sara." Catherine greeted as she walked into the break room. Sara looked up and smiled.

"Hey Cath." It was December second. Sara was just going into her fourth month of pregnancy and was nervously awaiting the meeting with Nick's parents.

"So, aren't you meeting up with Nick's parents soon?"

"Yup. In two days actually." Catherine nodded and looked cautiously at the coffee pot.

"Is this fresh?" she asked wearily.

"Greg just made it. God I miss that stuff." Catherine laughed.

"Only five more months." Sara rolled her eyes.

"Hello ladies. Ah, Catherine, I see your enjoying my coffee." Said Greg as he strolled into the break room, giving the women a cheesy grin.

"As always." She replied.

"Say, where's Grissom? Didn't shift start ten minutes ago?"

"Hey guys sorry I'm late… Hey, where's Gris?" Sara had to laugh at her tall colleague.

"Your in luck Warrick. He's not here yet." As if on cue, Grissom made his way into the room.

"Looking for me? Sara, Warrick, 419 on the strip. Catherine, the feds want to talk to us about our case.

"Alright. Bye Sara, Warrick." Catherine smiled at the pair as she followed Grissom out.


"Ms. Willows, Mr. Grissom. Nice to see you again."

"We heard you have something new on the case?" The agent nodded.

"We have evidence to believe Victor Trumpsy is hiding out in an abandoned cabin in the desert." Grissom's eyebrows shot up and Catherine smiled in triumph.

"That's great! When are they bringing him in?" She asked.

"We have agents over there as we speak. Once we have the scene cleared, you two can visit the home." He replied.

"And when will this be?" Grissom was trying to keep his professionalism, but it was hard. He had been hit just as hard by the murder of Nick as everyone else, and the new lead they had excited him. He wanted justice for Nick, Sara, and the unborn child who would never know her Father.

"We should start heading over there now."

"Do you want us to follow you there?" Catherine couldn't contain her excitement.

"Sure. We should get going." He didn't need to say anything else, for the two CSI's were already out of their seats and headed towards the cars. The cabin was thirty minutes away, but to Catherine and Grissom, it seemed like an eternity. They would see the man who killed Nick, at least that's what the evidence was saying. Despite their excitement, they were trying to go slow and do everything carefully, for they did not want Nick's killer to get away due to a technicality. As they pulled up to the small cabin, Catherine let out a small gasp. Dozens of FBI agents surrounded the home, all donning protective gear and holding out their large weapons.

"What are we dealing with?" Catherine wondered out loud.

"I don't know." answered Grissom. The agent they had been following came up to the car and motioned for Grissom to roll down the window.

"You two stay out until we have it cleared. Do you understand?" He barked.

"Yes." He and Catherine quickly got out of the car and drew their guns. Staying a safe distance away, the crept up.

"FBI open up!" Should one agent. The door fell open with a loud crash as the agents stormed the small cabin. Moments later, they heard someone yell out and then gunshots. Catherine winced at the sound. She didn't want the killer killed yet. She wanted him to suffer, like they had suffered. Then came another yell.

"We've got him!" Grissom let out a breath that he didn't even know he had been holding and Catherine loosened the death grip she had had on his arm.

"We're clear. You two can come in." The agent said, relief evident in his voice. The pair thanked him and walked up to the beaten door. As they walked in, they were able to catch a glimpse of the man who lived there. He was thin, with stringy blonde hair that reached down to his shoulders. Catherine felt a stab of anger. Was this the man who took her friends life? She bit her lip as she tried to control her anger. And although he made no visible motion, years of working with him told Catherine Grissom was just as angry.

Upon entering the house, they could see small bags of cocaine littered the room. Silently, they went to the task of collecting evidence.

"I've got a gun." Called out Grissom after twenty minutes of searching. He looked at it and smiled. "Its our model."

"Great." About two hours later, not much else had turned up. They had found a pad listing a bunch of names.

"Got anything?" Catherine jumped at the sound of the agent's voice.

"Don't you ever make any noise?" She snapped.

"Sorry."

"Agent." Grissom joined the two in the room. "We found drugs, some files, and a gun. Same model as out murder weapon."

"Good. We have agents interrogating him right now."

"Shouldn't we be there?" asked Catherine.

"No!" the agent answered quickly. "Just get the evidence back to the lab." and with that, he turned and left. When he was gone, Catherine turned to Grissom.

"What is going on here?" Grissom shook his head.

"I don't know. But I don't like being kept out of the loop."


The man let out an aggravated sigh as he carefully went through the mans apartment. The feds had done a good job erasing all traces of who this James used to be. There had to be something that he could use, just to let this James know they knew who he was. The man was under strict orders not to kill this James yet. But he was allowed to scare him. And if that meant killing someone else, well, then so be it. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it. A small photo of a smiling woman. He let out a chuckle. He wouldn't be able to take it with him today, for he would have to copy it and return it. He didn't want James to know he had been there. Not yet. And James was due home in an hour. He would have to come back later. He placed the picture of the woman back and looked around. When he was satisfied that everything was in place, he let himself out and left. No one would ever know he was there.


A/N: I know, not much Sara. I had every intention of having the meeting with Nick's parents in this chapter! I swear. It just didn't work out that way. That will be in the next chapter. That is if you review!

--Emily--