Disclaimer: I still don't own these guys. Dang, I wish I could own Gary. But, it seems to be illegal to own someone.

As requested, I'm bringing back Gemma and Jessica. This is a continuance of The Favor, but I'm pretty sure it can be read without reading The Favor. In the CSI world, Warrick has been put on the backburner, but in my world……It's all about Warrick!

Feedback: Yes please! Constructive criticism is highly needed and appreciated. I know I'm not perfect, but with some help, I can get better!

Nick came into the break room, running late. He was relieved to find only Warrick and Sara there. Sara was pouring herself a cup of coffee, Nick guessed it was at least her fifth or sixth already. The woman seemed to live on coffee.

Warrick, on the other hand, was kicked back on the couch looking relaxed. He wore a half smile on his face that wasn't anything new. Lately, Warrick was always smiling.

"Hey Bro, where is everyone?" Nick plopped himself down beside Warrick.

"Catherine went off to yell at Ecklie about something. Greg is in the trace lab, getting Hodges riled up. I haven't seen Gil or Sofia yet." Warrick answered lightly.

"It's not like Grissom to be late." Nick frowned.

"He's probably at a scene or something." Warrick shrugged.

"I don't have time to just sit around." Sara groused as she sat down at the table. "I hope he gets here soon."

"Just relax Sara." Warrick smiled at her. Nick and Sara exchanged a look over his head and laughed. "What?" Warrick looked from one to the other, smiling a confused smile, but a smile non the less.

"You are hopeless man!" Nick grinned, giving his head a shake, "You're a changed man."

"I'm a happy man!" Warrick corrected, his smile growing even brighter.

"Married life certainly does suit you." Sara gave a sigh, feeling a little jealous of the obvious love Warrick and his wife shared.

"Being married to Gemma suits me." Warrick agreed, without thought, he played with the silver band on his ring finger.

"So, how is Gemma?" Sara sipped her coffee, "I haven't seen her around lately."

"She's great!" Warrick sat up excitedly. "Did I tell you we're pregnant?"

"Only a thousand times!" Nick and Sara answered together, laughing. Warrick gave an embarrassed chuckle and shrugged. "I think it's cute that you're so excited about it. In fact, you are so happy….you are cuter!"
"Who is cute?" Gil Grissom questioned as he hurried into the break room.

"Sara thinks I'm cute." Warrick rose, pulling a seat up backward to the table, straddling the seat. "She always wants what she can't have. Now that I'm unavailable, she's flirting with me."

Sara threw Warrick a dirty look, which he reflected with a smile. It was hard to stay mad at the man who's smile could make the coldest heart melt.

"Where's the rest?" Gil ignored the playful mood of the group.

"Greg's in Trace." Nick answered at the exact moment a loud crash clattered from the trace lab.

"OUT! O.U.T! OUT!" Hodges had Greg by the scruff of his neck, forcibly hauling him out. Greg Teetered to the side as Hodges shoved him, slamming the door closed behind him.

Seeing that everyone had witnessed his eviction, Greg grinned sheepishly and slithered into the seat next to Warrick. "Hi." He flushed with embarrassment.

"Something you want to share with the rest of the class?" Nick teased with a smile, not willing to let the embarrassment pass.

"Um….no." Greg tried to look professional.

"I don't think I'd want to know anyway." Grissom frowned at the youngest member of his team. "Do me a favor, leave David alone. I don't want a crime scene in my own lab." Clearing his throat, he turned back to the files in his hands. "Where's Catherine?"

"Ecklie." Warrick answered smoothly. "She's scheduled for court today anyway. I haven't seen Sofia since last night."

"Okay, Sofia is already out on a call." Grissom stood at the end of the table, not even bothering to sit down. "We've just gotten a big case. I need everyone who is available. Warrick? How's your hit and run case?"

"In the bag, Dad." Warrick gave him a grin.

"Nick?" Grissom pointedly ignored the grinning man.

"It's as good as done. I just have to file the papers." Nick nodded.

"Sara?"

"I keep hitting dead ends. "Sara frowned. "I've got a couple of ideas to run."

"Okay, keep on it." Grissom nodded. "Nick, Warrick, you're with me and Greg." Grissom decided.

"So, What's the deal, Pops?" Warrick questioned trying to look innocent.

"Warrick, knock that crap off." Gil shot him with a glare. "I'm Gil or Grissom to you and nothing else."

"Aww…You're bumming me out." Warrick pouted, sticking out his lower lip. Greg and Nick attempted to stifle their laughter, but Greg didn't succeed. Instead, he earned a look of warning from Grissom.

"A happy Warrick is an irritating Warrick." Sara rolled her eyes as she got up, gathering her things. "We done here Grissom?"

"You are." Grissom waved her on. Turning to the remaining CSI's he began. "Our State Representative, Jillian Holcomb's two children are missing. Their nanny was found murdered in the Holcomb house. The media is all over this one. We're going to be getting heat from all over the place from this one."

"Murder and kidnapping." Nick gave a whistle. "I suppose the sheriff will be riding our backs the whole time?"

"Of Course." Grissom answered with a grimace. "Come on. Nick, you can drive. Happy here can sit in the back and be quiet or he'll walk." Grissom headed towards the door, pausing to give Warrick a fond squeeze on the shoulder. "Grab you're gear boys, it's going to be a long night."

Brass met the men at the truck as they climbed out. "Gil, this place is a mad house."

"Has the scene been disturbed?" Gil demanded to know as they gathered next to the police captain. Warrick pulled out his mag-light and began scanning around.

"Responding officer cleared the scene. Paramedics pronounced. Other than that, it's been just me."

"Who was the responding officer?" Nick cut in, looking around at the familiar faces milling around.

"Ford." Jim pointed to the lanky cop standing by the entrance to the house.

"Good." Nick nodded. "He knows how to approach the scene." Nick picked up his kit and headed over to talk to the officer.

"David here already?" Gil questioned, looking around for the coroners vehicle. Warrick had wandered away, searching the hedges now, the playful Warrick had disappeared, this one was all business.

"Actually it's Al." Jim informed him.

"Al?" Gil was shocked. The man was rarely out in the field. Doc Robbins normally sent David out on the call and stayed behind to man the morgue. "He here because of the politician?"

"He knows the family of the victim. He wanted to be personally involved." Brass shrugged to Greg. Grissom had wandered over to the driveway where Warrick was already kneeling.

"What have you got Rick?" He questioned, looking over the man's shoulder.

"Tire tread. Some rubber. Whoever was here, left in a hurry." Warrick was digging into his kit ready to start taking evidence.

"Good…..that fives us somewhere to start. You stay on this. I'll take Nick inside with me."

"I get Greg, huh?" Warrick looked up and grinned. "That my punishment for calling you Dad?"

"No. This is nothing compared to what your punishment will be." Grissom promised with a smirk.

"Yeah……we'll see." Warrick went back to work, pulling out the his camera. A moment later, Greg appeared at his side. "I got this. Take the perimeter, see if there's any tracks in the beds around the house."

The CSI's went to work. Hours later, the four of them gathered in the front yard again. They had come up with a whole lot of nothing. Nick had a partial shoe print in the victim's blood. Greg had found a discarded cough drop wrapper and Warrick had his tire tracks. Nothing seemed all that helpful.

The sheriff showed up with Ecklie. "What have we got Grissom?"

Absolutely no trace of the children." Grissom grimaced. "Warrick's heading to the lab with a few things to go to trace, but we're no farther then we were when we got here."

Warrick ran the stuff to the lab, running the evidence himself. Nick went to do the initial interview with Jillian Holcomb while Greg went with Gil to the Morgue. They were all hoping that something would show up somewhere.

Nothing brought them any closer to finding out where the children were nor who murdered Debra Johanson. Grissom interviewed the family of the deceased nanny. Warrick tracked down every make of car that used the tire with the tread he found. Nothing was panning out.

The day was spent digging for clues and answers, but they received nothing but frustration. Jillian's ex-husband was their only suspect. Greg found that the man had a perfect alibi, he was in jail two counties over.

Time dragged on and on with no results. "Warrick, you have a family now, you can't work a triple without going home to see them." Nick frowned. "Go home. Kiss your wife, hug your child. Sleep a couple of hours and then come back."

"Just because I'm married doesn't mean I should get special treatment. Everyone's pulling a triple, I shouldn't be any different." Warrick argued, leaning heavily on the counter behind him.

"Nick is right." Grissom came into the conversation. "For some reason, Gemma likes looking at your mug. Go let her see it." He ordered. "When you get back, I'll send one of the guys home to sleep. We aren't getting anywhere right now anyway."

"Alright Gris, I'll go……but you'll call if anything breaks, right?" Warrick yawned.

"Of course." Grissom nodded, "Go get some sleep."