A/N: There are no spoilers as of right now, but that might change. As usual, I own no CSI related characters or any of that.

What is that knocking sound coming from? It is probably that damn heater again. Better get up and fix it. Warrick Brown thought as he looked at the clock, which read shortly after 3 A.M.

One of my few nights off and I can't sleep because of some stupid heater. I think that means I need to get a new one or fix this one. After putting on a pair of jeans over his boxers, he went to the heater and realized that the knocking was not coming from his heater but from the door and it was accompanied by yelling.

"Warrick! Open the door! Please let me in!" He sprinted to the door as he realized who the voice was, and he could only think of one reason she would be at his door at three in the morning.

It was a very good thing that he got to the door when he did because he barely caught her as she dropped on the spot.

"Good God, what did he do to you?" He laid her down onto his couch and sprinted to grab his phone. "This is CSI Brown. I am requesting an ambulance at this address as soon as possible. I have got a female domestic abuse victim. I am unable to assess her injuries. She is unconscious at the moment. Please hurry."

Ten minutes later, she was being loaded into the ambulance and Warrick was getting ready to follow them to Desert Palm when he realized he should probably call Brass and Grissom and let them know what is going on. "Griss, this is Warrick. Can you meet me at Desert Palm with Brass ASAP? I will tell you more there. I gotta go," he finished just as he was walking into the emergency room.

"Where is she? Where is the domestic abuse vic they brought in just a minute ago?" he asked a passing nurse.

"She is in the intensive care surgery room. If you wait outside of the ICU, I can let you know, if you are family."

"I'm sorry, but I am the closest thing to family she has. My name is Warrick Brown," he said as he pulled out his ID to show her.

"Sir? Mr. Brown?"

"Wha?" Warrick hollered as he rolled off of the six chairs that he took up while laying down. "There are two men looking for you downstairs and the girl you were asking about earlier is out of surgery and is at the end of the ICU hallway. You can go see her if you would like, but she is very heavily medicated and probably asleep."

" What are her injuries?" "I am not sure of her injuries. You will have to talk to her doctor about that."

"Ok, I will talk to him/her when they come to check on her. Can you send the two gentlemen downstairs up here please?"

"I can do that. Oh, Mr. Brown, her doctor's name is Dr. Parr." "Thank you," Warrick replies as he is heading to Brittany's room.

As soon as he saw her, he had to leave the room because he was afraid he would wake her up, plus he didn't want her to see him crying. "Sir, are you ok?" a woman asked Warrick as she was getting ready to walk into Brittany's room.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I take it you are Dr. Parr." "Yes. I am guessing you are Warrick Brown. Let's go over here and sit down."

"I'm sorry to be so blunt, but what are her injuries?" "Wait. Are you a CSI?"

"Yes I am. Why?"

After explaining that she had some evidence that he might want to take back to the lab, she called for an intern to bring the evidence to her from the ER. "Now, onto her injuries. As you will find out when the evidence is here, she was raped. Repeatedly. Also she was shot in the leg and cut several times with what I am guessing to be a switchblade. With her ribs, quite a few of them are broken, and what is not broken completely is fractured. Her right shoulder was dislocated and every single bone in that arm, hand, and wrist is broken. Lastly, she is in a comatose state. "

Warrick let out an exasperated breath as the extent of her injuries sunk in, then he started to pace. "Mr. Brown, there is one last injury that I need to tell you about and I think you are going to want to sit down."