Warrick peeked into Jessica's room. The bed was empty and looked as if it'd been unused. He hurried to his own bedroom, knowing that Gemma often let Jessica sleep with her when he wasn't home.

Entering the room he smiled, sure enough, Jessica was sprawled out on his side of the bed. Gemma was curled up beside her, facing her as if she'd fallen asleep watching her. Warrick took a moment to watch the two females sleep. They had quickly become his reason for living.

His attention focused on Jessica as she made a sound in her sleep and flopped onto her back. Looking at her made him think of the missing girls. Kelly Holcomb was only a year older than Jessica. He'd looked at the little girls pictures many times over the last hours. Kelly had a smile that reminded him of Jessica, full of life and energy. He couldn't imagine what would happen if Jessica disappeared. In the year that he'd known her, she'd become a part of him. She was more important to his life than the heart beating in his chest.

Tears clouded his eyes as he thought of the two missing girls. Kelly with her big smile dimpling her cheeks. Fourteen year old Lizzie with her smirk that promised a wry sense of humor. He wondered what they were like in person. He wanted to find them, from whatever hell they were living through, so that he could meet them. Warrick rubbed his face with his hands tiredly, berating himself for getting too personally involved.

He reached out and fingered a dark curl on Jessica's head. Crimes against children had always brought out the worst in him, but now that he was a father, a rage grew in him. He wanted to cause pain to the one who had taken the Holcomb girls. "I'll get them back." He vowed in a whisper.

He quietly discarded his clothes and slid into bed beside Gemma. He spooned up against her, pulling her as closely as he could. "Hmm," Gemma turned her face towards him groggily. Warrick privileged her with a kiss.

"Sorry I woke you." He murmured, nuzzling the back of her neck, feeling her soft golden locks tickling his face.

"So'kay." Gemma sighed. Warrick felt her relax back into sleep. He lay there, amazed that one small woman could make him feel so complete. After a long miserable, frustrating day, her simple sigh could set it right.

Relaxed and calm, he joined her in sleep. It seemed that he'd just closed his eyes when the alarm rang. Reaching over, he slammed it off. "No…..stay here….sleeping with me." He mumbled as he felt Gemma stir.

"I wish I could, but Jess has a doctor's appointment at nine." Gemma kissed him before climbing over him and out of bed.

"Set the alarm for ten please?"

"Warrick! Can't you just sleep until you wake?" Gemma complained, but she was already resetting the clock.

"Can't…..just a nap…..We're taking turns. Nick and Greg can't sleep until I get back." Warrick explained with a yawn, not even opening his eyes.

"Daddy's here!" A little voice squealed a moment before he was jumped on. Warrick opened his eyes to see the adorable little face of his daughter. He hugged her, giving her a noisy kiss on the lips.

"Come on Jessie, Daddy has to sleep so he can go back to work." Gemma reached for her daughter. Warrick gave her another kiss before releasing Jessica. He yawned and closed his eyes again as Gemma carried the protesting childe out of the room.

At the alarm, Warrick reluctantly rose. The house was silent and lonely without his girls in it. He made his way into the shower, lethargic but feeling a bit better after a three hour nap.

Shaving, he spotted Gemma's prenatal vitamins and couldn't suppress a grin. A baby! Part him, part Gemma. A living creature, representing the love between them was now growing inside his beautiful bride. His two beautiful girls and now a baby on the way. No matter what he faced during the day, all he had to do was think of them and he could smile.

Arriving at the lab, he found Nick and Greg in the break room and gave them a smile. "Oh lord, he's happy again." Greg groaned. Nick didn't answer, he had his head down on the table, asleep.

"Anything new?"

"Made a mold of the stab wound." Greg shrugged. "Just a common hunting knife. You can buy them everywhere. There was nearly four hundred purchases in this area the last few months. No leads there."

"Where's Gil?"

"Interviewing Holcomb again." Greg stifled a yawn.

"How are you holding up?" Warrick asked Greg, looking down at Nick, who still hadn't moved. "You good enough to drive?"

"Yeah, I've been pretending I'm Sara, I've got coffee instead of blood running through my veins." Greg bragged. "Besides, I'm young, I don't require as much sleep.

"Good, I'll help you get him down to your car. You can drop him off at his place on your way home." Warrick went over and physically pulled the unconscious Texan to his feet.

"Grissom never said anything about both of us leaving at the same time." Greg worried.

"Yeah, but he's not here, I am. I'm your elder. Hell, I'm even your superior. I'm ordering you to take Nicky home and go catch some shut-eye. I'll page you if we need the extra bodies." Warrick began to walk towards the door way with Nick. "Hell, the boy's gained weight since our drinking days."

It took a few extra minutes to get Nick into Greg's Charger. Warrick was grateful that Nick had overcome his phobia of the elevator, because the man was just too heavy to drag down the stairs, half-conscious. Greg wasn't much help in the moving department either. By the time he'd loaded Nick into the car, he realized that Greg was in no shape to drive either.

Shoving Greg into the car, he climbed into the cramped car. He wasn't up to moving Nick any more than he had to. He decided to dump them both off at Nick's. He knew Nick had a spare room that Greg could crash in. Glancing over at Greg, he grimaced, wondering if he was going to have to carry them both into the apartment. He was thankful that Nick had a place on the ground floor.

"Wha's hap-" Greg slurred as Warrick pulled him out of the car at Nick's place. He swayed a bit, but he stayed standing on his own.

"You're staying here at Nicky's." Warrick went around to dig the other man out, grateful that he had a key to the apartment, he didn't relish fishing them out of the other man's pocket. Nick woke enough to follow Warrick into the apartment without being dragged. Warrick led them inside, making sure they both landed safely on a bed, set the alarm on Nick's night table and hurried back to the lab.

Grissom was looking for his team when he got back. "Warrick where have you been? Judy said she saw you here. I was beginning to think she was imagining things."

"I took the guys to Nicky's." Warrick explained with a shrug.

"Both of them?" Grissom frowned. "I need research done, I have things that need to be run."

"Griss, Nick was unconscious, Greg was spazzing from too much coffee. They wouldn't be any use. I'll do the work. I can handle it."

"You get any sleep?"

"Enough to keep me going. Thanks…..for insisting that I go home. My girls made me feel better than the sleep did." Warrick reached over for the file that Gil held in his hand. "What about you? You'll need some sleep too."

"I'll sleep when Catherine comes in. All other Nightshift cases are being passed to other shifts until we get somewhere with this one. I'll brief her then go sleep for a while." Gil explained, refusing to admit how much he needed to sleep. "Everyone knows this is our top priority. They'll give you everything you need."

Warrick got himself a cup of coffee, wincing at it's bitterness on first sip. His mind already set to the tasks ahead, he ignored the awfulness of the coffee, and took it to the computer lab. He needed all the fuel he could get if he was going to get through anything.