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Chapter Four:

"Mommy that's silly," he laughed.

"Sweetie go back to bed," she replied lightly kissing his forehead and going to stand. But he grabbed her wrist and tugged lightly on it. Sitting back down she pulled his small frame into her lap. Alexander was only four months away from being two years of age but he was very smart for his age. He started walking and talking before other kids his age. To her dislike he had even begun to bring home bugs that interested him. That always made Lindsey laugh and then start talking about what type of bug it was.

Like her brother Lindsey too was smart for her age. True that over two years ago she wasn't doing so well in school but now she was in the tenth grade. Though that could be because she had been taking year round home schooling classes so she went through everything quicker then at a public school. But still she was taking more classes then she normally would.

"Mommy what's bugging you," Alex asked breaking into her thoughts.

"Nothing sweetie. Nothing you would understand anyways," she whispered leaning back into the couch. Her eyes were slightly closed as she tried to fight the sleepiness.

"Mommy," He whined.

"Nothing sleep," she said falling into sleep.

Sara, Nick, Warrick, and Greg all sat around one of the layout room tables thinking. Greg and Warrick were on one side while Nick and Sara sat on the other Nick with his arm on the back of Sara's chair. Nick was the first to speak. "I wonder if he hates me."

"Probably not," Warrick said with a slight smile. "Man we should have known he knew you two were having an affair. I mean come on its been wait a year now since it started and this is Grissom we are talking about."

"He seemed ... cold when he said it all though," Sara said. "God has anyone notice how often he looks at that Flynn lady. And why does the name Flynn sound so familiar?"

"Yeah I noticed that too. In the conference when her daughter mentioned how she knew that victim and she said it was the supposed victim did anyone notice that Grissom looked at the name then at her?" Greg spoke. "And what the hell happened at the crime scene? I heard someone say she lost it and ran."

"Yeah she lost it all right. She ran out into the desert and threw up. She yelled at us to leave but Grissom wouldn't till she told him to leave like three more times I think. Don't know didn't here," Warrick said. "But yeah I noticed how he looked at the name then her."

"We all did," Sara mumbled still thinking of the name Flynn.

"Why does he look away from her when he meets her eyes? I mean I've looked her in the eye nothing wrong with them in fact they remind me of ..."

"Catherine!" Sara suddenly jumped up but her feet missed the ground and she had to grab onto the table in order to keep from falling. Greg started laughing along with the others.

"Sara you are surely on drugs. I was going to say the ocean," Nick said between laughter.

"Yeah guys you can't read minds or stay balanced," with that there was more laughter.

"No the name Flynn," she said rolling her eyes. "I know why it sounds so familiar. Catherine used it once."

"Yeah so," Greg said. "It could have been a suspect's last name."

"Yeah you're right," Sara sat down but something didn't feel right about all this. "God this is so weird."

"What?"

"Well ... I don't know. Grissom is acting ... odd around this Flynn chick," she had a sarcastic tone. "Her name is Catherine. Her daughters name Lindsey. Oh and by the way anyone notice that her hair and eyes are the same as Catherine Willows!"

"Sara what are you saying," Nick said cocking an eyebrow.

Grissom sat in the break room thinking. Well more like wondering about the case. He was slowly looking at the pictures in a pile in front of him. Moving the top to the bottom then the one after that to the bottom and so forth. He had already been through the photos of the faces of each victim about ten times but to him it was one victim. To him they were all Catherine. Except for some reason every now and then Flynn would be the one to pop into his mind. Hearing the door open he placed the photo's down and turned to see that a small boy, just about two feet tall, with curly brown hair and big ocean blue eyes, reminding him a lot like Catherine entered. "Hello there kid. Who you looking for?"

"Food," he said. "Mommy sleeping and I'm hungry."

"And who may I ask is your mother?" He watched as the boy slowly made his way over to the fridge and tried to pull it open but couldn't. Walking over he bent down and opened it for him. "What do you want?"

"Catherine Flynn is my mommy," he said and pointed at the juice cartoon. "What's your name?"

"Gil Grissom," seeing that the boy looked a bit flustered upon hearing his name and had walked to the couch he spun, still in a binding position, and cocked and eyebrow. "What's yours?"

"Alexander," he said softly and began to sip the drink. "Alexander Gabriel"

"No last name?"

"I have one but don't want to say it."

"Why?"

"Mommy won't let me. She says it's not allowed to be said around her."

"Ah," he stood and walked over to the couch and sat down. "And your sister? She share the same last name or is it different?"

"Different but I don't know it. Mommy doesn't use it." He shrugged. "She sleeping right now."

"Really. Where is your sister?"

"Mr. Black took her and Becka back to hotel. I stayed to see mommy and asked her a question."

"What question is that?"

"It's private," he looked at the floor. "I like bugs. What do you like?"

"I'm an entomologist. Someone who studies bugs. I like them a lot," he smiled.

Sara and the three boys had been heading to the break room when they say Grissom sitting at the couch talking about ... bugs. The boys looked at Sara wondering if she knew the boy. She shrugged and pointed at the boy. "Notice anything?"

"What," Greg said tilting his head. Then all their eyes widened at the same time and each spoke at the same time. "They look alike."

Flynn was in her temporary office when she felt her should being tapped. Jerking awake she nearly screamed. Standing in front of her was a man and it brought back a memory she had fought hard to forget. "Yes?"

"Um ... I printed the envelope," the man spoke. "I was told to report to you. Wanted to let you know that there were no prints and upon opening it the letter inside was blank and also had no prints."

"Was it addressed to anyone?"

"No. Just a plane envelope with a blank sheet of paper."

"Damn ... how's he know we have nothing," she whispered standing. The lab tech looked at her confused. "Did you run the prints on both of the instruments?"

"Yeah but AFIS shut down before we could actually get the match. We're working on getting it up now."

"Damn," she mumbled and quickly left for DNA. "Mia?"

"Yeah," the African American women in the lab coat said turning from the computer looking rather upset. "Oh you must be Agent Flynn right?"

"Yeah did you get the DNA through CODIS," she asked stifling a yawn.

"Uh ... no it shut down on us before we got the match. We're working on ..."

"Damn. Can you do me a favor and tell all of the lab techs to check their systems. I don't think that this is a coincidence," she muttered and left the room heading for the A/V lab. Upon entering the Asian lab tech spun around in his chair.

"Sorry still working on the tape," he said. "I'm Archie and you must be Agent Flynn."

"How do you all know who I am?"

"The CSIs get around rather quickly around here. Not all of them have good things ... got to get back to work," he spun back around. She just rolled her eyes and left. Bumping into someone right outside of the break room she fell backwards. Looking up she saw that the person was Conrad Ecklie. Looking into the break room she saw the CSIs and her son sitting looking at her.

"You should really watch were your going," Ecklie said rather cold.

"Not very polite are we," she muttered. "Mind helping me up?" She lifted her arm and he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. 'Oh god,' she thought remembering something from years ago. "Mr. Ecklie did you know that two of your systems have successfully shut down?"

"No I did not?"

"Actually Agent Flynn," Mia said walking up to her. "I asked all the techs and they say there systems too shut down when they were running stuff."

"Damn," she mumbled. "Mr. Ecklie you should be getting this all fixed why are you standing around doing nothing?"

"I was thinking," his voice had lowered and Mia had walked off. Her eyes darted into the break room and she saw they were all trying hard to listen but since he lowered his voice they couldn't.

"And what was that about?" She asked not lowering her voice.

"About weather or not you should be walking around alone when there is a guy out there killing people who look like you," he smirked. "You are single. Two children. Work in law enforcement. Oh and you got the blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair that fascinates this guy. Not very smart of you to walk around alone."

"Are you saying that you think I am next," she cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm just giving you warning that when you match a serial killers liking you should walk around with someone," he walked around her with a cold smirk on her face. She stood their thinking when the secretary walked up to her.

"Excuse me," the secretary said handing her a pair of laytex gloves, wearing a pair herself. "This came in for you."

"Um ... thanks," she looked at the front of it and her eyes grew. Pulling on gloves she grabbed the envelope and carefully opened it right there. Reaching inside she pulled out pictures. Gasping at the top picture her hands began to shack. Shacking her head she flipped through the pictures getting more nervous at the minute. The pictures where of a women, matching the serials description to the T, laying on the ground back to a wooden desk arms warped around her upper torso and knees pulled up so they touched her arms. She had tears streaming down her face, which was covered in bruises, and her eyes were wide open. "Oh god," she whispered not noticing that the break room door had opened. Turning to the next picture she gasped again at seeing a picture of her daughter exiting the Rampart Casino, Alexander placed on her hip head resting on her shoulder sleeping, and Sam Braun and his cronies around them heading towards a limo. Flipping to the next picture she saw herself throwing up outside the crime scene. The next was of her re-entering the scene with Becka, and the last one was a full body picture of herself with words written on the bottom reading 'I know the truth.'

"Agent Flynn ... you okay," Sara spoke approaching the shacking women. Quickly putting the pictures back into the envelope she smiled.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine," she lied. Alex walked up to her pulling on the bottom of her shirt. "Yes sweetie?"

"Can I see his bugs," he asked pointing at Grissom.

"NO!" She yelled making them all jump. The boy just pouted. "Go back to the office."

"But you said that ..."

"Damn it Alexander I know what I said now follow my orders and go back to the office."

"No," he crossed his arms and walked over to Grissom. Slipping is hand into his even larger hand he smiled. "I stay with him."

"Alex ... please I don't have time for this," she begged. He walked back over to her and she bent down. "I'm sorry I'm breaking my promise but I also said when I'm ready."

"When will that be?"

"I don't know. Maybe never."

"Meany," he walked back over to Grissom placing his hand in his. "I rather live with daddy."

"Fine you know what," she stood and walked past the group and off to her office. "I really don't care." They heard her mutter. Alex began to cry. Grissom not sure what to do look at the others.

"Hey buddy," Warrick said pulling him up into his arms. "How bout I show you some really cool games," he said walking off. Greg and Nick followed. Sara though paused and looked at Grissom.

"Gris ... I have an odd feeling about her."

"So do I," he replied and she walked off. He on the other hand followed the path of Flynn. Upon entering the office he found her asleep on the couch. Smiling to himself he walked around the desk and sat down. 'God she is beautiful,' he thought. 'Holy crap did I just think that? She reminds me of ... hey there's that envelope.' His eyes fell to the envelope held tightly in her hands.

"Who's there," she whispered turning in her sleep. He froze up, even though he wasn't moving, and watched her. "Hello ..." 'She talks in her sleep?' He thought with a slight smile. "Someone anyone," she nearly yelled. Then everything changed she jumped up in her seat eyes falling on Grissom. "Gil?"

"What," He looked at her confused. 'Did she just call me Gil?' He went to stand when something caught his attention. A duffel bag hidden underneath the desk. He watched her eyes widened as he looked at it.

"Um ... what ... what are you doing?" She gulped nervously as he pulled up the duffel bag and placed it on top of the desk.

"Why don't you tell me," he said a bit colder then he meant. Not bother to open the bag he pointed at it. "What will I find in there Catherine Willows?" He smirked at the shocked look in her eyes. "I spoke with Nancy. She told me that Flynn wasn't a very common name. Now I know that your mom's last name is Flynn but I'm not sure about the others. I'm sure they have some suspicions. What is in the bag?"

"Nothing Gil," she lied walking over to the desk. Going to grab the bag he pulled it away from her and unzipped it. Whining at the gasp she closed her eyes. 'Lucky the door is shut.'

"These ... these are your clothes," he said going to reach inside.

"Don't ... I ... there now evidence," she whispered.

"What?" He sounded shocked.

"Here," she handed over the envelope. He too flipped through them but his expressions were different from hers. They were ones of concern, panic, and anger.

"This ... this woman is you?"

"I was the first victim," she handed over a sheet of paper. He noticed that it had each of the letters on the victims and below those was the sentence 'Do you know who my first victim was?'

"You ... but they ... I ... how ... who ... when ... so many questions?"

"Well I can answer them," she walked back over to the couch and sat down.

"Why do you sit there or in this chair all the time?"

"Because it happened in front of that very desk," she whispered. "I was the first victim; unlike the others I wasn't killed. The how would be the lights were turned off and everyone was outside watching the fireworks, July fourth 2005. The who ... well I'm working on finding out that now. And the when ... well I just told you." She smiled at him but quickly frowned.

"And Ecklie?"

"He ... uh ... well when I had been changing he walked in on me," she looked at the ground. "He demanded to see me in his office when I was ... decent. So basically all I did was cover up the bruises got dressed bagged the evidence," she laughed slightly. "God that is so weird to say. Anyways I didn't go to see him. I went to look over evidence for my case in the layout room. Through that wine bottle at him was fun though," she smiled. Frowning again she sighed. "By the way Alex is your son."

"What ... what? You mean ... how come you never told me this Cath? Why did you leave? Why not just report Ecklie or something?"

"Oh yeah that's a lovely conversation to have with Cavello," she put on a fake smile. "'Hey Cavello I wanted to inform you that Ecklie found me changing in my office and began accusing me of sleeping with men in the lab. Oh and by the way I threw a wine bottle destroy evidence like I did two years ago when I blew up the lab. Oh and I need someone to go and collect some evidence of rape from my office because that's why I was changing. By the way I'm in a relationship with Grissom so you might some of his DNA on my cloths because we get friendly a lot.' Yep just lovely. I can really see the look on his face when I tell him that."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He yelled storming over to her. She cowered slightly and he relaxed. "I'm sorry I'm just so ... confused. I mean I came home and you were gone. Didn't even bother to pack anything. Why? Why couldn't you talk to me?"

"Gil ... I wanted to but god I was so scared. I hadn't even told you I was pregnant yet and I didn't want you to find out that I had lost the child because I was raped. Or come visit you at the lab and start going crazy when I walk by this room. I ran Gil ... but it seems I have been chasing my own attacker."

"You have to remove yourself from this case."

"NO I don't," she smirked. "I ... well um ... the director knows that my last name really isn't Flynn. He ... uh ... well he and Cavello know each other. I told the Director what happened to me and he promised not to tell anyone. So basically I am a big mystery to all of my co-workers. Cavello still doesn't know what happened but still one call to the Director and explain everything he probably won't mind. I mean I've been working this case for 14 months so why remove me," she shrugged.

"Cath ... are you sure you can face this guy?"

"Gil ... just ... just go spend time with Alex. This is the only chance you have to," she stood grabbed the duffel bag and left.

"What does that mean," he asked out loud. Then it dawned on him. She was planning on leaving Vegas when it was time. Either because they solve they case or the case takes her to another case. Either way he knew she wouldn't return.

A/N So what do you think! Was it what you were expecting? Do you think it is a good chapter because I'm not really that sure about it? Anyways please review they really make me happy. The chapters for all my stories will be coming out slower soon because school will be starting up soon and I will have lots to do! Well have fun and please please please please please review.