"Warrick! Slow it down, damn it! We don't need anyone else in the hospital," Grissom scolded over the two-way.

"I got some uniforms to meet you at the city limits, they'll escort you in. Don't dodge them Brown. Lets all get to Catherine in one piece. She doesn't deserve anymore bad news," Brass also called over the radio.

"Where are you man? She's gonna be alright. It was just a shoulder shot, right? Calm down. Talk to me man," Nicky pleaded

"Please Warrick. I can't take anymore of this. Be safe. We're all worried about Catherine. But Lindsey's ok. We can't put her through anymore. Slow down. Please," Sara's voice trembled.

Warrick regained composure.

"Alright alright! I'm dropping it to 90. I hear you all but I promised Lindsey I'd be there. I wasn't planning on getting there in anything but one piece," Warrick finally responded.

He slowed down and met up with the squad cars. He let them lead the way. The rest of the gang caught up. All the vehicles poured into the emergency entrance and flew into parking spots. Warrick jumped out of his vehicle and headed for the hospital as horns began to honk at him. But Warrick was a man on a mission… there was no way he'd miss another opportunity. He continued his dash to the hospital. Warrick finally stopped at the nurses' station in the emergency room.

"I'm looking for Catherine Willows. She was Med-evac'd here," he said out of breath.

The nurse behind the counter looked at him with a bewildered expression then quickly looked at her chart.

"Willows. Willows. Catherine. Catherine Willows arrived 7 minutes ago. She's in surgery, Sir."

The sight of Warrick in the LVPD jacket, with blood on his bare skin underneath it pressed upon the nurse's conscience. Her expression changed from surprise to sympathy.

"What's her status? What about Lindsey? Her daughter Lindsey came with her in the chopper."

"The bullet is lodged next to her heart. As bad as that sounds, she's not in imminent danger, Sir. She did lose a lot of blood but the bullet didn't hit anything vital. She's in surgery to remove it. I don't know about a daughter, the chart doesn't say anything. But usually if anyone comes with a patient, they'd stay in the waiting area. She's probably in the surgical waiting area. Since she's a minor, she probably has a hospital volunteer with her. Are you her father?" the nurse asked Warrick.

Grissom, Nick, Sara and Brass had arrived and stood next to him. The nurse glanced over the motley crew. The team looked ragged and tattered. It truly resembled the night Nick was taken. And just like that night, they all stood huddled together. They didn't look like co-workers. They looked like the family they had become.

"No. No, I'm just a friend. I work with Catherine. I was –I need to see her. Where's the surgical waiting area?" Warrick asked with desperation.

"The doctor's wont speak to anyone but family. I'm not sure if I should've given you even that bit of information," the nurse said remorsefully.

"Catherine Willows is a crime scene investigator for the Las Vegas Police Department. She was shot during an investigation. We were all on that case and need to see her through," Grissom insisted.

The nurse's mood picked up.

"Well of course the hospital works with the police. I'll inform the surgical staff that you'll be heading there. I'm sorry she's hurt but from what I see on the chart, she should make a fine recovery. The surgical area is on the fourth floor. Take the west elevator, it's the closest to the waiting area," she informed the team as she pointed in the direction they should take.

The team uttered thank yous as they headed off down the corridor.

"Warrick!" a voice called from the hall.

Warrick instantly knew it was Tina. He didn't bother to respond in anyway. Nick tapped Warrick's arm.

"Hey man, its Tina."

"I know. That's water under the bridge, Bro," Warrick answered Nick

"WARRICK!" Tina called in a louder voice.

"Now's not the time Tina!" Warrick hollered back as he and the team came up to the elevator.

He pushed the button and turned toward the direction Tina's voice came from. He rolled his eyes when he saw her running toward him.

"I heard they had brought a CSI in that had been shot. I just found out it wasn't you. You're covered in blood. Oh baby, what happened?" Tina pleaded as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She looked like hell. It was obvious she had been crying for hours. Yet under the circumstances, no one noticed. They all had endured their own personal hell; the group barely reacted to Warrick's declaration to Nick. All eyes weren't even on the couple: they were on the floor indicator for the elevator.

"Tina, it's over. I'm not your concern anymore. I'm serious. Stay out of my life," Warrick demanded.

"Are you faultless? We can't give this another try? That's all the dedication you have to 'life is short, tomorrow isn't promised'?" she quoted the lines he had used to propose.

Warrick didn't flinch. The elevator door opened and all but Tina stepped inside. Warrick held the side of the opening of the elevator door.

"It was a mistake from the start. You should wake up and realize that. I got more important things happening at the moment. I'll talk to you soon enough," he said as he let go of the doors and they started to close.

Tina's scowl didn't faze him. The whole affair with her seemed like a bad dream. All he could think about was Lindsey and Catherine. The night's events played in his head continuously. Warrick stared at the closed elevator doors unaware of all the eyes on him. The current event got the gang's attention after all. The elevator doors opened and his view was a sight for sore eyes.