Thankyou so much for the kindreviews, I hope you will like this chapter it's a tad longer and hopefully good : ). Anyway on with the story. Chapter 4.

By the time Nick woke up Sara had already left. Warrick was in the kitchen when he heard Nick stirring in the living room, he stepped out and nodded to Nick.

"Hey there sleeping beauty"

Nick groggily sat up, rubbed his face with his hands and rolled his neck in an attempt to get rid of the stiff feeling.

"Hey…what time is it?"

Warrick rolled up his sleeve and checked his watch.

"1:30...in the afternoon man…you must have been real tired huh"

Nick cocked his head and raised his eyebrows, meaning 'I guess so'.

"You want anything to eat" Warrick called as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Hey, you don't have to baby-sit me man, you can go home I'll be fine."

Warrick poked his head round the door to look at Nick who gave him a reassuring nod. He rolled his eyes and walked into the living room.

"No-ones baby-sitting" He said whilst sitting down opposite Nick.

Nick smiled and so did Warrick.

"Look man if you need anything just"

"Call…I will" Nick interrupted. Warrick sighed he didn't want to leave his friend but at the same time he didn't want to smother him. He slowly stood up, grabbed his jacket and walked towards Nick's front door, Nick followed and opened the door for him.

"Thanks Warrick"

Warrick nodded and put his hand on Nick shoulder before walking out and down the path to his truck. He got about halfway when he turned, just to make sure that Nick was still ok. He sighed to himself and carried on walking. He got into his truck and drove home.

Nick watched as the silver SUV drove down the street, he stayed leaning on the doorframe watching the truck until it disappeared out of view. Finally he stepped back inside and closed the door.

Grissom was unsure at what to do first, for a while he just stood, note in hand reading the words at least 3 times just to make sure that his eyes were not deceiving him. After deciding that the note was indeed real he placed it carefully on the table and rang Brass. They didn't talk for long but long enough for Grissom to explain to Brass about the note, and for Brass to say he'd be straight over with two uniforms. Grissom felt slightly comforted for a second, but then the harsh reality of the situation came flooding back.

You can't protect your people, it wasn't the fact that the perp knew where he lived or that he or she had been in his home, it was that the message that was now lying on his coffee table was true.

Nick had been watching TV for a few hours when he heard a strange scratching coming from his front door, he instantly flicked the TV onto mute and listened for the noise. Sure enough it came again, this time bringing fear along with it. Nick stood up and slowly walked over to his front door, stopping at his phone table to get his back up weapon. As he walked he raised the gun, his breathing became fast and his heart rate increased with each step. With his right hand holding the gun he used his left hand to open the door. Nick decided to do it fast, get it over with, like ripping off a band aid. He yanked on the door almost pulling it off its hinges. He stretched the gun out in front of him, but there was nothing to point it to. No person standing there ready to pounce as Nick had expected. There was nothing. Then a noise, a noise that wasn't especially scary but never the less caused Nick's heart to jump up from his chest, a small jingling sound from down by his feet. He didn't want to look but pulled up enough courage, slowly he lowered his head to his doorstep.

"Twinkle?" Nick sighed with relief he shook his head and opened up his door.

Twinkle was next door's rather large ginger cat and for some reason unknown to Nick he had taken a shine to his home and although Nick wasn't a cat person he didn't have the heart to turn him away. Every time the cat appeared Nick placed a saucer of milk down and today was no different. He closed the door as Twinkle walked in, the cat, now accustom with Nick's home walked straight over to the fridge. Nick followed placing his gun back in his safety box under his table. He was glad that he hadn't used it on Mr Twinkle not only would it be horrible and Nick never liked anyone who injured animals but Nick wasn't too keen on his neighbours and the feeling was mutual, he didn't want the task of explaining that he had shot their cat on his doorstep. He opened the fridge and poured out a saucer of milk Twinkle, grateful but greedy tucked straight in. Nick laughed and walked over to his couch. After a while the milk was gone and the cat decided he had better places to be. Nick let him out and then retired back to his couch.

An hour passed and decided to get ready to head into work early, maybe he shouldn't have been going to work but the quietness of his home was too much, he needed to be somewhere he felt safe and that was at work, surrounded by people he cared for and who cared for him. He got up from the couch and walked down his hallway to his bathroom. He turned on the shower, got undresses and stepped in

The water dribbled down his skin and Nick felt almost comforted as though the water was washing away not only the dirt but his troubles as well.

After a while Nick got out and dried himself off. He got changed and walked back into his living room, the TV was still on he picked up the remote and presses the small off button, the TV flickered and turned to black. The house was plummeted into silence and Nick needed to get out. He grabbed his keys and his jacket and left his home pulling the door closed behind him as he left. He climbed into the driver seat and drove off to work unaware that danger was closer than he thought.

I can see you Stokes, you can't hide from me…I'll always find you…always.
There we go chapter 4, hope you enjoyed it, as ever reviews are welcomed. Thanks for reading, see you for chapter 5...I hope.

Liz : )