A/N: I know it has been forever since I last updated. I currently have way to many stories up and running, not to mention another one on my sisters account AND about 4 that I have started but not yet uploaded (and will not until I have finished at least some of these ones I already have up! So please be patient with me. I don't have that much time.

OH! And I really have to address an issue that quite a few people have brought up in reviews. Relationship pairing. Quite a few of you have asked if this will be GS. I am very sorry for not making this all clearer. I aim to please, and for the most part if you ask something of me, you will get it. But relationships, well, I am very strongly opinionated as far as they go. I am a strong opposer of the GS pairing, so I am sorry to say that there will be none of that in this story. I hope that you continue reading it despite that, and if you don't, I am sorry I could not please you. I just though I would clear up that little issue.

On a better note, I finally reached 50 reviews! Yeah! Lol. Well, with that said, please, leave a review! Enjoy!

Emily

Disclaimer: If I owned this show, I would have kept the team together! (Yes, I am going back into depression over that. I was out of depression for a little bit, but then I sunk back into it.)


Grissom felt anger clutch him as he walked into the small room where Victor Trumpsy sat impatiently drumming his fingers on the table. The agent was already seated, with two others hidden behind the one-way mirror.

"Oh god. More of you?" groaned Victor as he saw Catherine and Grissom. He smiled as he looked over Catherine. "Say, maybe you and I can get together once this is over." He said with a wink. Catherine made a face as she felt bile rising in her throat.

"Whom are you working for?" The agent said, skipping all foreplay in the questioning.

"Why would I tell you?" smirked the man. "Can you even prove I did anything?" He challenged.

"We have evidence placing you at the scene of a murder." Said Grissom, carefully trying to mask the fury that he felt.

"Oh yeah? Who'd I kill?"

"Nick Stokes, A CSI with the Las Vegas Crime Lab." shot back Catherine.

"And if you don't help up, you're going to death row." Stated the agent.

"If I'm found guilty." Smiled Victor.

"When your found guilty." Corrected Grissom.

"We have solid evidence placing you at the scene. We are processing your guns as we speak. One of them is bound to match the bullets pulled from Nick." Said Catherine. Victor shrugged and turned to the agent.

"So what are you offering?"

"You give up your friends, we take the death penalty off the table and offer you protection." Victor shook his head.

"Nope. That's not good enough. How do I know that they will be convicted? If I testify for you and they are still found not guilty, I am dead."

"We have another witness, one that can help put them away for life. He can also help put you away for life if you don't cooperate." Said the agent, a note of triumph in his voice. Catherine and Grissom looked at each other in shock. Neither had any idea of who the "other witness" was.

"Alright. I'll take it. But only if you promise to protect me." Said Victor. He glanced nervously at Catherine and Grissom. "Can I uh, have a lawyer now?

As they waited for the lawyer to come, Catherine and Grissom pulled the agent out into the hallway.

"Ok. What the hell is going on? We have been left out of this case from day one. We are being lied to, information is being withheld." Grissom exploded as soon as they stepped out of the room. The agent shifted nervously.

"Its uh, its complicated."

"Enough with the complicated! This was our friend who was killed. Don't we have the right to know what is going on? Doesn't his family have the right to know?" Snapped Catherine in exasperation. Before the man could answer, another man came over.

"Ma'am, please, you must understand what is going on."

"How can I when no one will tell us anything? I find out while a suspect is in interrogation that we have some "secret witness" and I don't know if that's a bluff or what!" the two men looked at each other.

"Do you have a secure place we can talk?"


The sound of plates clashing woke up Sandy Stokes. She turned to find that her husband was already up. She yawned and rolled herself out of bed. She made her way into the kitchen where Sara and Tom were already up and dressed.

"Morning." She greeted. The two looked up at her. Tom came over, handing her a cup of coffee and giving her a peck on the lips. Sara smiled softly.

"I'm sorry, did we wake you?" She said apologetically. Sandy shook her head.

"I was getting up anyways." She lied. Her smile abruptly turned to a frown.

"When will we be able to go and clean out Nick's locker?" she asked. Sara and Tom turned to look at her.

"Um, I guess whenever you guys are ready I'll take you down to the lab." She said.

"Let me get dressed and then we can go, if that's ok with you." Both Sara and Tom nodded and Sandy turned to get ready.

Forty minutes later, they were pulling into the parking lot of the lab. A shiver crawled up Sandy's spine as she set her gaze upon the building where her son had spent so much of his time.

"Are you sure your up for this?" asked Tom softly. She nodded and took a deep breath.

"Its something I have to do. You don't have to help if you don't want to." He shook his head.

"No, I'm coming with you." He said, following her into the large building. Sara led them to a medium sized locker room, past rows of lockers until the reached the last row. A single word was written on the nametag hanging on the door.

"Stokes."

Sandy could feel her heart pounding as she watched Sara open the locker door.


James sighed as he walked into his small apartment. It felt so empty and impersonal, with the boxes scattered every which way. He still hadn't bothered unpacking yet, for he wasn't staying here forever. He smiled as he picked up the small picture.

"As soon as the trials over, I'm coming back to you." He whispered, unaware of the stranger that had just picked up the same picture.


"…So now he is in the witness protection program, until the trial at least." Grissom felt faint as the agent finished telling them the truth. His mind tried to comprehend the information that he had just learned.

"So he… he's alive?" Whispered Catherine, her face pale.

"Yes. But this is confidential. No one may know, not any friends or family. No one."

"We understand. Thank you for telling us the whole story." Said Grissom. The agent nodded.

"You have the right to know."


A/N: Well, I certainly accomplished a lot in that chapter. I would have added a lot more, if not for the fact that it is almost 11 at night and I have school tomorrow! (Stupid school.) Well, hopefully you wont have to wait as long for the next update. But I can't make any promises. But for now, leave a review!

Emily