His heart shattered into microscopic pieces as he saw the pain in Catherine's eyes. Obviously Catherine was in pain. She was Lindsey's mother. He didn't know what parenthood was like but he knew Catherine's love for her daughter had to double his love for Lindsey. Yet it still caught him off guard to see all the pain in Catherine's eyes. Tears began to form in his eyes. The sight seemed to help strengthen Catherine, her face lost some of its agony and she regained focus.

"Yeah, you're right. What do we know so far?" she struggled to get the words out as she looked away from Warrick and stepped out of his grasp.

Warrick dropped his arms and began to reiterate what he had just learned from Lily. Brass walked up to them.

"Hey Catherine, I'm sorry this is happening but we'll get to the bottom of it. We'll find Lindsey," Brass stated compassionately.

Brass knew what it was to lose a daughter in the worst way. His gesture was simple but profound. There was a silent acknowledgment between him and Catherine. He quickly began informing her of his findings.

"Some of your neighbors say that a late model Buick's been sitting on the street at different hours for the last two weeks. They thought it might belong to a sitter for you which is why no one said anything before. No one's seen anyone come in or out of the car. Except for Mrs. Rosen. She thought there was a guy sitting in the car when she walked her poodle the other night. Know anything about that?" he inquired with great concern.

"No… no I don't. But you know I'm barely here. Though I'd think I'd notice if a strange car was around on more than one occasion. But I always taught Lindsey 'stranger danger'. She'd know not to go with anyone she didn't know…. Mom, do you know anything about a Buick being out on the street?" Cath asked as she turned around to face her mother.

"No. I can't recall. I really don't notice that stuff. Unless the car was right outside the house, it wouldn't have caught my attention. I don't really even know who your neighbors are Catherine. I'm sorry…" Catherine's mom ended softly.

"I'm gonna put an A.P.B. out on this Buick. The guy gave Mrs. Rosen the creeps so she made a point of analyzing the license plate without being obvious –or so she says. But she isn't certain if it's correct because she didn't write it down. Greg's already working the area the car had been spotted in. No one recalls seeing it tonight so we cant be sure that any of this leads anywhere, but we cant leave one stoned unturned," Brass informed them and squeezed Cath's shoulder affectionately before walking off. Catherine turned to Lily.

"Go home Ma. I'll call you whenever we find anything out. If you remember anything else, call me."

Catherine stepped toward her mother and hugged her.

"And I'm sorry for coming at you like that," she spoke softly while holding her mother, "I know how much you love Lindsey. It's not your fault, I shouldn't blame you," Catherine's voice broke towards the end.

Her mother whimpered apologies and sobbed some more as she tightened her arms around her daughter. Warrick watched mother and daughter. It echoed memories of Catherine and Lindsey hugging. He had to subdue the rising emotions in him. Lindsey was gone. She had to be found. And found safely… He could see nothing else. Catherine's mother was escorted by an officer. She was obviously in no condition to drive home. Catherine grabbed Warrick's arm as she headed toward her home.

"Let's see what Grissom's got."

Warrick followed Cath, grabbing her hand in his when she released his arm. Though Catherine didn't even look back, he squeezed it gently –his way of letting her know she wasn't alone. Catherine already had her armor up but it wasn't fooling Warrick. When he looked away from Cath, he saw Grissom deep in thought. The two stopped in their tracks as Griss put a hand out, signaling them not to proceed. Grissom reacted to his peripheral view: he was analyzing the ground around the trash cans, never looking up, when Warrick called out.

"Hey Griss, Lindsey's Grandma says she sure Lindsey never came back in. The girl always makes sure she puts in a fresh bag when she takes the trash out and there wasn't a bag in the can," he said as he let Catherine's hand slip out of his.

Grissom finally looked up at Catherine.

"Lindsey takes her bike wherever she goes, right?" he asked her.

Catherine nodded. Grissom's face slightly darkened.

"Her bike's still here. As well as a second set of footprints," he stated grimly.

It took all the strength she had not to fall apart. Her face showed the strain. It pained both men to see. They each had their own ways of restraining themselves.

"I'm sorry Catherine. It looks like someone did grab Lindsey," Grissom continued, barely getting the words out.

If there was one crime worse than any other, it would have to be crimes against children. They were the most difficult cases for Gilbert Grissom to remain impartial. And now with Lindsey involved, it was the hardest case he felt he could ever have. Grissom had seen Lindsey grow through the years into a wonderfully spirited little girl.

Even with everything she and her mother went through; Lindsey always remained a ray of sunshine. Just like her mother, the girl's smile could light up a room. It wasn't just Grissom, everyone else on the team felt this way. And it wasn't just the fact that Lindsey was a little kid, she really was a ball of fire that everyone truly enjoyed. This perp couldn't have picked a worse target. Grissom regained focus.

"By what I can visually see, it's a man's work boot… About a size 10. The prints are deeper toward the balls of the feet so I suspect he actually ran up on Lindsey. She never saw him coming… her prints show she never faced the perp. He grabbed her from behind."

It wounded Grissom to give Cath his analysis. It was painful enough to know what happened but ten times worse to say it out loud. Especially to Catherine. As hard as her armor was, it wasn't enough at the moment. She broke down again.

Catherine slumped down and stared at the ground, specifically all the footprints. She envisioned her precious daughter dutifully bringing the household trash outside and some sicko snatching her. She would trade her life for her daughters without a second thought. Catherine felt as if she was dying when the thought of someone violating her daughter crossed her mind.

Grissom and Warrick stooped down in attempt to comfort her. Grissom backed off quickly. He wasn't good with emotion and decided to let Warrick console Catherine. But Grissom was good at solving cases, and the time was ticking on this one. He quickly excused himself and returned to work. As he was opening his kit to begin imprinting the footprints, Nick and Sara walked up. They were almost at a full run.

"Cath, I'm so sorry. We'll find this bastard," Nicky spoke with fierceness as embraced Catherine.

She had just gotten to her feet but was still in Warrick's arms.

"She'll be ok. She'll be just fine," Sara cried as she hugged Catherine on the opposite side of Nick.

The triple hold was broken loose by Catherine.

"Thanks guys. Thanks, but we need to get busy. There's no time to lose," she said composing herself once again.

They grunted in agreement.

"We collected all the evidence we could on that DB in Whitney. David's sure it's a suicide and all signs point to it. We haven't written the report, we both just really wanted to get here," Nick stated to Grissom.

Sara wiped the streaming tears from her face as Nicky spoke. She glanced sadly at all members of the team but finally rested at Catherine. Warrick reached out and squeezed Sara's shoulder affectionately. She looked at him and managed a feeble smile of acknowledgement as Grissom nodded in acknowledgment to Nick's statement. Catherine had her arms tightly folded across her chest. All eyes were on Grissom.

"Catherine, please don't get upset with me but I think its best that you ride with someone to work on any leads Brass may have. I don't think you're in the right mind frame to process anything. I honestly don't know how well I'll even do," he began.

Catherine silently nodded.

"Sara, go inside and see if you find anything unusual, anything possibly related."

"I'm on it," Sara replied while taking off to begin the task at hand.

"Nick, work the exterior of the house and see if you find signs of a peeping tom, anything along those lines. Greg's working the area that might've been where the getaway vehicle stood. –Seems there were tire tracks. Warrick, maybe you should drive around town and see what you can find. Might be best for you to go with him, Cath. –At least until Brass comes up with something. Matter of fact, stay with her Warrick. I'm going to get these footprints imprinted and see what turns up," Grissom stated emphatically.

The team dispersed to their assignments. Warrick gently guided Catherine to his vehicle with his hand at the small of her back. He opened the passenger side door and didn't remove his guiding touch until she sat in the vehicle.

"Anything you need from here before we go?" he asked tenderly.

"Cant contaminate a crime scene," she replied pitifully.

"Yeah…. You need anything though?" he inquired with good intentions.

"Yeah. I need my baby back," Catherine whispered sadly.

Warrick grabbed her close to him from her seated position in the Denali. It wasn't fully for her benefit; the situation was driving him out of his mind. His heart throbbed painfully knowing that Lindsey was indeed snatched. And the pain doubled seeing Catherine go through all of this.

"You'll get her back, no doubt about it," he simply stated and kissed the side of her head.