A/N: Sorry it took sooo long; it's just that I had to work out how the case was going to unfold. Everyone is in this chap! Even Archie and regrettably Hobbs *shrugs* sorry! Bobby D will make an appearance in the next chap. Besides that, here's your X-mas present!

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"So what do you think of Kaylenn?"

Nick spit into the sink and looked over to where Sara was laying on his bed. "She's cool, I like her and I like what she's doin' to Gris, he's a lot nicer."

Sara nodded slowly and said, "Warrick doesn't like her."

He washed out his mouth and cleaned off the toothbrush. ""Yeah, I know. Something to do with her pointing out he was wrong to Gris, and turning out she was right."

"And him calling her 'Red'." She sat up and wrapped the covers around her naked frame. "I don't get what her problem is about that nickname."

He unwrapped the towel around his waste, and grabbed his boxers, while putting them on, he replied, "Maybe she just doesn't like to be called that." She blinked. "Like Cath doesn't like to be called Cat unless it's by Gris or War."

"Oh, you got a point."

He pulled on his shirt and started to tuck it in. "I wish you were goin' too."

She shrugged, "Gives me more time to sleep."

Nick looked at her slowly, "Did I hear you say you want sleep more than work," he resumed attaching his gun to his belt, "am I dreamin'?"

She smacked him lightly on the stomach and pulled him closer to where she sat on the bed by his belt-buckle. "Well, what can I say?" She pulled him down for a kiss, it started out sweet but then it picked up. Sara moaned as she was granted access to his tongue. They pulled apart a moment later breathless, "You're . . . well worth the . . . extra sleep . . ."

He smiled, and kissed her lightly. "I'll see ya in a few hours, ok?" His accent was more pronounced.

She smiled in return and lay down again. Sara watched him as he slid on his jacket and grabbed his wallet and badge, while exiting the room. "Bye Nick!"

"Bye!!!" Was the last thing she heard before he exited the house.

*****

'Where the hell is that guy?' Warrick had walked down this hallway twice now, he stopped, or was the third time . . . There could be a fourth there too. He shook his head and stopped Archie who had just past him, "Buddy, have you seen Grissom?"

Archie nodded and pointed toward DNA, "Yeah. He was with that really hot red-head, Catherine, and Greg."

"Thanks, see yah around!"

He left Archie and all but ran to DNA.

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"So, Greg?"

"Mmm . . ." Greg didn't look up from whatever specimen he was looking at.

Kaylenn hopped down from the counter she had been sitting on and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I like you . . ."

Greg nodded, not fully comprehending what she said. Though when he realized how close she was to him, he jumped out of his chair, and grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the lab.

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Warrick stepped into the DNA lab to find that it was empty, "Shit!" He saw Hodges look up and yelled to him, "Have you seen Grissom?"

Hodges shook his head, he knew the darker man was mad and he wasn't looking to get yelled at.

Warrick rolled his eyes a bit; this was the day of hell for him. First Kaylenn, his fist clenched a bit at the thought of her, had again pointed out something he should have seen first. And besides she had no right to be on the case, no matter who the hell her Uncle was. She was a civilian . . . She was a civilian who knew more about his job than he did.

And now, because of her, he had found a fucking clue and no one was around! He decided to try a hunch. He dialed Catherine's cell.

*****

Greg finally stopped in front of the dumpster behind CSI and let go of Kaylenn. "Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Greg turned to her and looked into her eyes, "You like me?! Do you know how much older I am?"

"I guess not old enough to not notice me." He looked taken a back, so she went on, "Yeah Greg, I've notice you looking me up and down, how you stare at me constantly, how you constantly sneak glances at me when my Uncle's around, how you always have to come up with little ways of touching me!" She looked up and threw her arms in the air. "Hell! I thought you'd be thrilled but-"

"I am . . ."

"if age really mat-" she stopped suddenly and looked at him, "what?"

"I'm glad that you like me, but it could never work out!"

"Why?"

"You know why!"

"Because I'm 16 going on 17 in a month, and your 27?"

"Yes!" He started to look panicked, "That's fuckin' 10 years in age difference! I could go to jail!"

"That's not it and you know it!" She poked him in chest.

"That is it Kaylenn! I don't want to got to jail!" He brushed past her and started walking back inside.

"You're afraid of my Uncle! Of Gil, you're afraid of him!" He stopped and she hoped he would turn around but he didn't. He just kept walking.

When he had turned the corner, she kicked the dumpster. She was so angry with him, her uncle, and mostly at herself to notice the pain. "Good going Kaylenn, always have to get the last word don't ya . . ." She looked up at the sky and blinked. She felt a tear run down her face and her fist shot out to collide with the dumpster.

"Ah fuck!" She flexed her hand a bit, "Jesus! That hurt . . ." She winced as she saw her knuckles start to swell. "Great how am I goin' to explain this to Gil," she started walking back inside, "let's see: 'Don't worry about it, I pictured your face when I did it!' or 'Don't worry, it only feels like someone took a jack hammer to it . . . How'd it happen . . . Well, see I pictured your face and Greg's on a dumpster!"

"I don't think any of those will be good . . ."

*****

Warrick rushed out of the building and into CSI's parking lot. He had gotten a tip from Archie; that Gil had been in the parking lot. Warrick had wondered about that since the he knew the older man had no new case for the night. He glanced around the semi-filled parking lot and spotted Gil and-

Oh, that's why he had come out side, Catherine had apparently gotten a case and Gil had had the need to show her off. Warrick stopped within a few cars distance so he would be able hear them. He didn't think of it as spying; Warrick felt his skin heat up, ok, maybe it was spying.

"So how'd your day off go?" Catherine said from her leaning point on her car.

He shrugged, "Me and Kaylenn found out a lot about each other and talk about things . . ." He placed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Some of those things I have no idea how she could remember."

Catherine felt her skin heat up; it was maddening for her to be this close to him. "When was the last time you saw her?"

He shrugged, "When she was about five," he quirked an eyebrow, "yeah, it was her fifth birthday."

She smiled. "Then she probably remembers a lot of stuff, since kids do remember stuff from three and up."

He looked at his watch and sighed, "You gotta go, before O'Riley gets cranky."

"Ok, see-yah later," she squeezed his arm and he backed up to let her stand up from her leaning position. She got into the Tahoe and drove off.

Gil started to walk back to building when he spotted Warrick walking towards him. "Warrick?"

"I found something . . ."

*****

"It's a hair . . ." Gil raised his eyes from the microscope, "Without a skin tag, why is it so important?"

"It's been treated." Warrick handed him a folder and Gil opened it.

He read a little bit of it and his jaw fell, "Methane?" Warrick nodded. "Where'd you find it?"

Gil followed him over to where the younger man had splayed out Miss Ryes' robe. "It was in one of her pockets, inside a hidden pocket."

"A pocket within a pocket," Gil sucked on his glasses a bit, and then continued, "How'd you see it?"

Warrick's smile faded and he looked down. "Kaylenn," was the mumbled reply.

"Warrick, what is your problem with Kaylenn?"

At those words, he snapped, "What the fuck do you mean, 'what's your problem?' my problem is her!" He pointed outside into the lab, where techs were now watching the scene unfold. "She's a civilian and you're letting her walk all over this case. She has no right to be working with us! I don't care if you're her uncle, she has no right telling me what I should be looking for or anyone else for that matter!"

Gil looked at him with ice-cold eyes, and waited for Warrick to gain a bit of control. Then he got very close to Warrick's face and whispered in a deadly voice, "First all, she seems to be the only one who can get into his head, so instead of you butting heads with her, you should be worshiping her. Second of all, I know she's a civilian, and her involvement in this case has nothing to do with whom she's related to. Third of all, I am you ranking officer and you will never speak to me like that again." He took a breath calmly forced Warrick to meet his eyes, "And lastly, all you've managed to do is make yourself look like an incompetent in front of me and your peers. Now get back to work and settle this . . ."

And with that he marched out into the lab, yelling, "Get back to work!"

*****

Gil entered his office a moment later and slammed his door closed. He walked over to the cough and collapsed on it, holding his head. He hadn't lost control of his feelings like that in a long time. He heard his chair squeaked and his flew up to see . . .

Kaylenn, with and ice pack on her hand. "How'd you know there would be a hidden pocket in the jacket?"

"She was into Methane," she shrugged, "or at least knew someone who did it."

"How?"

She looked down at her swollen hand and flexed it; she winced. "Methane users have a distinct odor, I smelt it on her jacket and figured she'd have a place to hide it." She took a deep breath, and Gil could hear the shuddering. "So I heard Warrick yell'n, I'm guessing he wasn't to thrilled 'bout me knowing where to look."

Gil snorted, "To say the least . . ." He leaned back and cocked his head, "You guys have to work out your differences, some way."

"He calls me 'Red'."

"Yeah," Gil just stared up at the ceiling to ponder what that statement meant for his team and niece.

*****

Catherine walked into the rickety old shack and saw Nick leaning over two girls. They both looked to be about 17. "God, why is it always the young ones?"

She shrugged at Nick's question, "Vulnerability, I guess."

He nodded and resumed taking pictures of the two girls.

One had been shot between the eyes at close rage and she had this look of terror on her face that made both of the Criminalists shudder. And the other had the back of her skull blown open from the way she had apparently put the gun in her mouth. "Looks like a Murder Suicide, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh," murmured Catherine as something caught her eye. She walked over to it and saw that it was a crinkled piece of typed paper. When she noticed what was on it, she yelled, "Nick, get Grissom on the phone!"

He looked up at he and asked, "Why?"

"He's back . . ." She said, as she picked up the paper.

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~~Now I'm caught in the tide~~

~~Lost in the eyes of envy~~

~~For whom it concerns~~

~~Some never learn~~

~~She lacerated me, exposing me piece by piece~~

~~She saw a weakness in me, and used it against me~~

~~She lacerated me~~

'Lacerated' by Shinedown (shows how Warrick is feeling)

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed, the next one I promise will be up, hell, maybe even tomorrow!