A/N: So, it doesn't end here, apparently. :sigh: I have realized that despite my Grissom/Sara story-line coming to a close, the others aren't quite there yet. Thus, the next few chapters will either have reflection of some kind, minor featuring roles, or nothing at all. If this pisses you off to an unspeakable degree, just skip to the last chapter.

PS: This may sound stupid, but whatever. For those of you not living in the US, if they don't have it in your particular country, the reference to the Razr is the MotoRazr by Motorolla and is a cell phone. A really thin, shiny cell phone. Yay cell phones.

Chapter Thirteen

"I demand some sort of bribery for driving you all the way out here to the middle of nowhere." Dylan shut off the engine.

"It's only a fifteen minute drive." Sophie rolled her eyes. "Get over it."

"Still –" Dylan was cut off by a scream.

Sophie's eyes widened. "That sounded like Lindsey!" The twins scrambled out of the car and towards the barn, where they found Lindsey with her shirt torn and Ben trying to unclasp her bra.

"Get off of her!" Dylan yelled, clambering up the stairs into the hay loft and yanking Ben off Lindsey.

"Lindsey!" Sophie held out her hands as Lindsey rushed down the stairs. "Dylan, come on. Let's get out of here."

Dylan followed behind Sophie and Lindsey, unlocking the doors to his Toyota as he ran. "Get in."

Lindsey practically flung herself into the back seat. Dylan revved the engine and sped down the gravel drive.

Sophie pulled her Razr out of her pants pocket. "Is there anyone you want to call?"

I should call mom. Lindsey accepted the phone. No, she'll freak. Justifiably so. But I'm fine. Not yet. She stared at the flat keypad. 555-2116. She dialed quickly, before she could change her mind.

"Hello?"
"Warrick? It's Lindsey. Can you come pick me up?"

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"Hey. Come in. You look cold." Kelli held the door open for Nick.

"Ten years living in Vegas and I still forget how cold it can get at night, especially in winter." Nick shivered.

"Well, I've got some coffee brewing." Kelli pointed to the pot. She seemed to look everywhere but at Nick.

"Is everything okay?" Nick took a seat at the breakfast nook.

"I don't know that I'm ready to meet Gil." She busied herself laying bacon, eggs, and a stack of pancakes onto a plate for Nick.

"Why not?" Nick devoured the pancakes.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if he resents me?" She worried her lip.

"Grissom won't dislike you. He can't. Ad the only person he resents is himself."

"Still, what if I really am his half-sister and he's mad that his dad left his mom and I'm the product of that?"

"Grissom's doesn't hold people accountable for other people's mistakes." He assured her.

She bit her lip again.

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"Lindsey?" Warrick called.

"In here." She stared blankly at the wall.

"What happened? Where's your mother? Is she okay?"

"She's fine." Lindsey continued staring at the wall.

"Lindsey, what –"

"Mr. Brown? I'm Sophie McAllister and this is my brother, Dylan."

"It's nice to meet you. What exactly is going on?"

"Mr. Brown, uh…" Sophie fidgeted nervously. "Dylan and I…ourridinginstructorattackedLindsey." She breathed out.

Warrick blinked. "Say tha once more, slowly." He commanded.

"Ben, our riding instructor, attacked Lindsey." She winced. "Dylan pulled him off."

Warrick was quiet for a moment. Then, "WHAT?"

"He –"

"I heard you!" He exploded. "Where is this Ben? I'll kill him. Lindsey, we're pressing charges."

"No, Warrick, he didn't hurt me."

"The Hell he didn't!"

"I liked him." Lindsey whimpered. "Please don't be mad at me, Warrick. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Warrick realized what was wrong. "Oh, Lindsey, sweetheart, nobody, nobody, is mad at you. Come on. You can come to my house for a while. You don't have to go home just yet."

"Mom will be mad." Lindsey said sadly. "She warned me. Last year she warned me that this would happen. She said so."

"We won't tell your mom just yet, okay?" Warrick wrapped his arms around Lindsey. "You let me take care of your mom, sweetheart."

Lindsey nodded tearfully.

"Good."

The drive to Warrick's was deadly silent. Lindsey stared blankly and Warrick fiddled with the steering wheel, having his hands at 10 and 2 for the first time since his driving test when he was sixteen.

"Hey baby." Tina Brown was all smiles until she saw the expression on her husband's face. "What's going on, Warrick?"

"Not now, Tina." Warrick said curtly.

"Don't talk to me like that." Tina's hands flew to her hips.

"Not now." Warrick gritted. He grabbed Lindsey's hand and dragged her into the den. "Tina, please, just understand."

Tina eyed him angrily. "We'll talk about this later."

"Fine." Warrick shut the door. "Lindsey, did you defend yourself?"

"Of course!" Lindsey nodded. "Just like you told me. I bit him in the arm and the ear, and I think I broke the skin."

"Good. We can press charges, Lindsey. This is not your fault. Tell me exactly what happened, just the facts."

"Mom dropped me off at the stables and I went inside. Ben was in the hay loft, so I went upstairs to chat with him. We were talking about my school issues. He offered to help me with my math. Then we talked about my dad." She took a deep breath. "And he peut his arm around me, then he kissed me, and…" She broke off.

"It's okay, Lindsey. He's not going to hurt you, even if I have to become your shadow and fight him with my bare hands."

She giggled.

"Tell you what, we don't have to tell your mom any details. I can make the report or Grissom can. Who do you want to make the report?"

"You." She said quietly. "He kissed me and then he tried to undress me. He held me down, so I bit him."

"I'm very proud of you for that. We'll take a mold of your teeth. Then we'll compare it to his arm and ear."

She nodded again. "Then I kicked him in the, uh…" She blushed.

"Groin?"

"Yes. I tried to get away, but then he attacked me again. He had pinned me down again when Dylan and Sophie came in and Dylan pulled him off me. I ran. That's when we called you."

"Okay. Let's go down to the lab and make a report."

"Sure."

Tina stepped away from the door. So that's what you're hiding.

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"You must be Catherine." Tina eyed the blonde. So this was the woman Warrick had been infatuated with before her. "I'm Tina. I'll get straight to the point. Your daughter was attacked today. A teacher of hers, I think. She and Warrick went to the lab."

Catherine's pretty blue eyes clouded over. "Was he planning on telling me this?"

Tina tried not to smile. This would be an unfixable fight. Warrick and Catherine would probably never speak again.

"I have to go." Catherine grabbed her purse.

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"Warrick Brown!" Catherine bellowed, storming into Grissom's office, exactly where Grissom had said Warrick would be.

"Catherine." Warrick jumped.

"Mom." Lindsey was in the middle of signing her name to her official statement.

"Lindsey, baby, why didn't you call me?" She knelt and hugged Lindsey. "Where is he? I'm going to kill that little scum-sucking slimeball."

"Catherine," Warrick started.

"Don't you start with me. You should have called me the instant, the instant, that she called you."

"I asked him not to." Lindsey defended Warrick.

"It's okay, Lindsey." Warrick faced Catherine and held out the report. "We reported it. Grissom is going to get a mold of where Lindsey bit him. He's going down for this, Cath."

Catherine turned to Lindsey again. "Did he hurt you?"

Lindsey shook her head. "I got away."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Catherine hugged Lindsey tightly. "If I had been there…"

"I would have let you be." Lindsey said.

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"You screw it up, I kill you." Archie warned Nick, tossing him a look as he exited the room.

Nick settled at the computer in Archie's lab and logged into the police database. He glanced at the paper next to him. Travis Butler he typed. The computer hummed and whirred, then beeped, flashing the no information screen. Nick went down the list. Josh Baker had been arrested for possession with intent to distribute a year ago. Nick scribbled down his address. Chris Shane had a black mark for expired tabs on his car. The other dealers obviously hadn't gotten caught. Tiredly, Nick entered the last name on the list. Ben Cavanaugh had been arrested for attempted rape, but the idiot arresting officer didn't Mirandize him, so his case was dropped.

Nick grabbed the list and went to find Brass.

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"Did you know Amber Carlin?" Nick asked Josh Baker.

"Yeah. She was a nice girl." Josh shrugged.

"Did you ever sell to her?" Brass inquired.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Josh leaned back against his couch. "What do you have for me?"

"Hey, Brass." He pointed to the small plastic baggy filled with a suspicious green plant substance resting on Josh's desk.

"Tell you what, Joshy. You tell us what you know, and we don't bust your sorry ass for possession, again." Brass glanced at his copy of Baker's license. "And look, somebody just hand a birthday. You're legal."

Josh blanched.

"Now, did you ever sell to her?" Brass asked again.

"Just weed, man. I'm small-time. You want big-time, you gotta talk to Mr. Green."

"Mr. Green?" Nick smirked. "Who's Mr. Green?"

"I don't know his real name. Look, Amber liked a little buzz when she partied. I gave it to her clean, nothing else in it. Then she came to me for some hardcore. MDMA. I don't have the contacts. So she said she'd go to Mr. Green. That's all I know."

"Any idea where we can find this Mr. Green?" Nick interjected.

"No clue."

"Why, exactly do they call him 'Mr. Green'?" Brass asked.

"'Cause he requires cash. And lots of it." Baker's expression softened. "She was a nice girl. A little screwed up, but nice. Her dad didn't help either. He was always gone. Amber would get really depressed. We'd get baked and she'd forget about it. Like I said, nice girl. And I didn't kill her."

Brass pursed his lips. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Baker."

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A/N: Uh-oh, trouble's a-brewin!