Once again, I am so incredibly sorry about the huge gap between updates! I hope you guys haven't given up all hope! Well, here is the latest installment to "Not Even Close". Hope you guys like it!

P.S. Thank you for the encouraging words in all of your reviews!

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Brass sat in the driver's seat of his Government Issue midnight blue Taurus, his hands gripping the steering wheel. There he was; sitting in front of Warrick's grandmother's house and all he could think about was the look she was going to give him when she found out that her one and only grandson may not make it through the night. He took one last look at the house and finally mustered up the guts to exit the car and make the dreadful walk to Ms. Brown's doorstep.

He shut the car door and suddenly his legs became weak. He placed a death grip on the car to keep him from falling to the black, dusty tar. He took a deep breath and turned his body towards the direction of the house.

"What am I gonna say," Brass thought as he trudged along the lovely paved walk way; the very walk way Warrick had come to work bragging about. The more that Brass looked at it, the more he realized that each stone had a word on it.

The first read peace, the second strength, and the third read love. The irony was too much for Brass to take. The three most important things that he needed at that very moment paved the walk way to one of the most heart wrenching moments in Brass' life.

The porch was peppered with numerous flower pots each containing a different type of flower. The smell was a mixture of a vanilla and sugar. Brass lingered in the scent as he continued his walk. As Brass crept closer to the door, he realized that the vanilla and sugar wasn't the smell of the flowers. It was the smell of freshly baked sugar cookies.

Brass finally made it to the door where he stood for what felt like an eternity.

"It's not too late. I can call Ecklie. Maybe he'll do it," Brass thought before thinking twice.

"No," Brass said out loud. "She deserves better,"

Brass raised his hand to the large oak door and let it fall three times each pushing the knife farther and farther into his heart.

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"People! We don't have time to screw around," Chief Director Lozano said with his large, low voice. "We have seven critically injured people in the OR. But as you know, we only have six OR rooms. Group the two least injured into the same room and get back to me with the rooming arrangements. Now move!"

"Dr. Lozano," a soft young voice said.

"Yes, Patricia," Lozano said.

"Are you sure that that would be the best idea?" Patricia said.

"What's that?" Lozano asked as he strolled through the hallway's of the OR.

"Grouping the two least injured. What if one bleeds out?" Patricia said.

"Well, it's always a possibility," Lozano said as he pressed the button out side of the elevator.

"And anyways, it's against Las Vegas law to have more that two critically injured people in the same operating room. Remember Wheeler versus Nevada at the hospital in Reno," Patricia said as she stood with her arms folded.

"Well what do you suppose I do? Helicopter one over to Saint Jude?" Lozano said as he walked into the elevator.

"Well, yes sir," Patricia said in a sheepish voice. "It would be better for the patient and for us. Less chance of an accident,"

"Well it's not gonna happen," Lozano said in his arrogant voice as he pressed the "close" button in the elevator. "Place Sanders and Grissom in the same room and let it be," Lozano said as the doors closed in Patricia's face.

"But sir," Patricia said just as the door's closed. "Bastard," She said under her breath as she walked her way back to the OR hallways.

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"Knock, knock, knock," Went the door as Brass knocked for yet the third time.

"I'm coming baby," Ms. Brown said as she shuffled her way to the door. "I'm sorry baby, I feel asleep," She said as she opened the door.

"Oh, Detective Brass," she said in her soft granny like voice.

"Hello Ms. Brown. How are you doing?" Brass asked as his stomach flip-flopped.

"I'm doing just fine. Please come in," She said as she moved from the door frame.

"Thank you," Brass said as he walked into the beautiful house. His stomach was completely tied as he looked around the house; there wasn't a wall or a table in the house that didn't have a picture of Warrick on it.

"So did Warrick tell you why he was 3 hours late for our Wednesday afternoon tea?" Ms, Brown asked as she poured Brass a cup.

"Warrick drinks tea?" Brass asked somehow forgetting why he was there.

"Yep. He knits too," Ms. Brown said as she ran her hands over her white and pink sweater. "He made this the other day."

"I never would have guessed," Brass said as his hands trembled and his lip quivered.

"You're not the only one," She said with a soft giggle. "So, why are you here sir? Not that I don't love the visit."

It was the moment that Brass had been dreading for the last 30 minutes.

"Well, Ms. Brown," Brass said as he gripped his tie. "Warrick…." Brass paused as the sound of the telephone filled the air.

"I'm sorry Mr. Brass. I'll be right back," Ms. Brown said as she headed for the kitchen

"Hello?" She said as she answered the phone. "This is she," She said before looking at Brass.

Her smile suddenly faded to a frown as the person on the other end delivered horrible news. Her knees suddenly became weak and she fell to the floor, phone still in her hand.

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Short one I know but the next one will be longer. Thanks for sticking with my story through all of the ups and downs. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Feel free to leave me messages! Thanks guys!

-CSIFanatic08