Thank you so much for all the reviews, you really make me very happy. A lot of you seem to think Sarah might be the shooter. I have to admit I don't really like her and apparently it shows, but I'm not going to tell you if she is it or not, just read on.

One other thing, I'm from Holland and we are severely behind on CSI episodes, so if I'm not up to date with the latest developments, sorry!

Part three, enjoy!

Catherine was sitting behind her desk. It had only been two weeks since the night she got shot, but she didn't feel like staying at home anymore. The hospital had discharged her after eight days and as much as she had liked spending some quality time with Lindsey, she just wanted to get back to work. Everybody had kept her up to date with his or her findings, but nobody had found anything of importance. Someone tried to kill her, leaving absolutely no traces, which probably meant it was a pro, but they didn't even know that for sure. She wondered why on earth somebody would want to kill her. Or had it just been some random idiot on a killing spree and had she simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time?

There was a short knock on the door, followed by Nick entering her room.

"Hey Cath, back at work already? Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked looking a little worried. "I mean, getting shot is rather traumatising."

"I'm fine, really. I just get bored sitting at home."

"Hey, you know we'll find the guy who did this to you, but it may take a while."

She smiled, "I know, I'm just not a very patient person right now."

"Well, you have more than enough paperwork to keep you busy, and if you're finished, you can always have some of mine." He said with an evil smile.

Catherine groaned, "Do you have any idea how slow I type if I can only use one hand? I can't even sign anything, because my signature looks all wrong when I make it with my left hand" she said pointing at her right arm, which was immobilised by a sling.

"Poor girl, but hey, you can always go home?"

"Very funny nick, very funny. Now get lost, I'm going to type these files with the amazing speed of six words per minute."

After four hours of typing at a truly agonising speed, she started to wish she had stayed at home. She decided to take all the mail that had arrived when she was away to the break-room, hoping that a change of scene would somehow wake her up. In the break-room she found Nick working on his files with a speed that was definitely far above the six words per minute. He smiled at her and waived both hands, grinning evilly.

"Not fair." She mumbled.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and got to work. It was amazing how much mail you could get in one week. After an hour of reading mail her shoulder started to ache again. She popped in a painkiller and decided to see if Grissom was in his office. She actually still had three letters to go trough, but she really couldn't concentrate right now.

She knocked on Grissom's door and entered. Grissom was on the phone but signalled to her to sit down. She looked around his office and couldn't help smiling. She still remembered the first time she had entered it. After taking one look around she had decided that she definitely had taken the wrong door and after finding out that it was the right door, she had decided that Grissom was a bit of a freak. But now, several years later, she knew Grissom was very nice person, just a very nice person with a strange hobby.

She decided to read some mail while waiting for Grissom to get of the phone. She looked at the letter in her hands, it didn't have a return-address, which annoyed her greatly, because that meant that she would have to find the address somewhere in the vast chaos of her office. She opened the envelope, but when she saw what was inside her hands started shaking. She stared unbelievingly at the message in front of her:

ONE TO SCARE

ONE TO FRIGHTEN

ONE TO KILL

She didn't even hear Grissom getting of the phone. She looked up and saw Grissom staring at her. "Catherine, are you alright? You look terrible"

With trembling hands she put the letter on the table for Grissom to read, not wanting to contaminate the evidence even further than she probably already had. She silently cursed herself for getting so upset by this.

"Damn, wait here Catherine, I'm going to get this letter to Greg, He might be able to find something, Okay?"

"Sure, I'm fine Gil," she said, wishing her voice wouldn't sound so shaky.

"You're not," he said curtly before picking up the note with a pincet and leaving the room. Within less then a minute he reappeared with a steaming cup of coffee. He handed it to her while sitting down next to her. "You should go home"

"And then what? Just sit around and wait till he decides to go after me again? It's no good, I'd rather work."

"You can't do field work, and sitting around here at the lab won't make you feel any better. Look I'm worried about you, maybe you should just go away for a while, take a vacation or something."

"I want to work and I'm not going to be stopped by some stupid idiot who happens to hold some grudge against me. I just want to find out who's doing this and put this behind me, and than maybe I'll take a vacation."

"Alright but…" Before he could finish a loud explosion coming from the lab interrupted him, they both jumped up, racing towards the lab wondering what they would find there…

To be continued.

I know this chapter basically sucks, but I'm really busy with the theoretical part of my driver's license (don't know how you call it in English). Next one will be better.

Please review, it does motivate me to go on ;)