The heat of Vegas was mirrored on Catherine's arms and legs as she sat, half-dressed on a city sidewalk. She had been dancing late into the night as usual, but this time her walk home was littered with domestic violence.

She closed her eyes as she thought back to the early hours of the morning.

Catherine's cell phone rang as she sat in the dressing room of the small club she'd recently started working. "Hello?"

"Hey baby." Eddie Willow's voice echoed softly in her ear.

"Hi, Eddie. I'm just about off."

"Well, that's why I'm calling. You okay to walk home tonight?"

"Always am. You can't come and get me?"

"No, got a contract and this chick's only available tonight." Eddie sighed. "Sorry, but duty calls."

"Don't I know it." She sighed as well. "It's alright, Eddie. I'll be okay. Just tired."

"Well… I'll make it up to you. Love ya." He hung up leaving Catherine to slump against the vanity.

Tired she certainly was.

She gathered her things and threw a jacket on. Vegas was cruel to her type and she didn't want any wandering eyes, or hands on her. Stripping was different. It was a planned event in a controlled environment. The streets were far different.

As she crossed the street on the last block before hers, she overheard an argument breaking out in the apartments above her. She glanced up to see a woman leaning out her window. It looked as though someone were holding her.

"Don't expect too much love after the shit you pulled, darling." The voice was angry.

Catherine pulled her cell out and back into an ally. Dialing 911 she quickly recapped what she heard and rattled off the names on the street signs. Hanging up, she decided to stay where she was until the police came.

She was just a few minutes too late. As soon as she could hear sirens, she also heard a sickening thump. She glanced around the corner to see the woman lying in a growing pool of blood.

The patrol cars pulled in along the street and officers surrounded the woman as well as climbed the stair to the apartment. She listened as they radioed the homicide team and winced when she realized she just witnessed a murder.

"Miss…? Miss did you dial '911'?" An officer had his hand on her shoulder trying to get her to respond.

"Uh, yes. I did. I heard them… I heard them fighting while I … I'm walking home from… from work."

"We're going to have to ask you to stay here and give us a statement and probably speak for a few moments to our homicide detectives."

And still she sat waiting.

"Detective Gil Grissom." A quiet voice was heard and Catherine turned quickly.

"Catherine…" She whispered as she stood and turned fully.

"Tell me what you saw." He spoke as he held his hand to hers

And she did.

A muffled cry woke Warrick from the sleep he'd drifted into. He opened his eyes to see Catherine curled into a ball on the living room floor. Lindsay must have headed to bed leaving him alone on the couch. He saw the phone lying behind her and he quietly slipped from the couch to the floor and eased slowly to lie behind her. He touched her arm lightly before squeezing it.

"She called me again. Doesn't want to see me. Told me the only parent I need and the only grandparent Linds needs is Sam." She turned to face him, tears in her eyes. "And on top of that, I had another dream. It was real."

He stared at her, confused.

"It was something that really happened… once."

"Tell me, baby." He wrapped his arms tight around her as she curled up against him and explained her latest dream.