A/N: I'm really sorry for taking forever to update this. If you want to read a longer explanation then you can click on my name and read my profile. Thanks for continuing to read this and please review! Below is a brief recap of chapters 1-8 but if you haven't read this yet then you would get more if you read it from the beginning. Also, thanks to my beta Camilla Sandman for all of her help.

Recap: A serial killer is on the loose in Las Vegas. The latest victim, Alexandra Miller, is the only survivor. She is 22 years old. She knew Greg when she was younger but hasn't seen him in nearly 12 years. Alex looks like Catherine when she was younger. Nick and Sara have started a relationship. The last chapter ended with Sara and Greg trying to find an address for Alex and Warrick and Catherine heading to his apartment.

"That sounds like a good plan to me," he replied, looking down at her. "Your place or mine?"

"Yours. It's closer," she told him, and his gaze never left her as she walked around the front of the SUV and climbed into the passenger seat.

The ride to Warrick's apartment was spent in silence, both stealing occasional glances at each other. Neither of them said a word until Warrick pulled into his parking space. Turning off the engine and taking the keys out of the ignition, he turned towards her and said, "Are you sure about this, Cath? Because I don't want you to regret anything."

"Regret?" she asked. "I have been waiting for this for so long. If I regret anything, it's not making a move sooner. Unless you're not sure."

"Oh, I'm definitely sure. Let's go upstairs," he replied. Without wasting any time, they both got out of the car, his hand slipping into hers as they entered the building.

When Warrick was about to put the key into the door, it slipped from his hand and he bent over to pick it up. As he straightened up again, he looked at Catherine, and noticed her staring at him.

Realizing she was caught, she smiled and said, "What? I can't enjoy the view?"

He let out a slight chuckle as he finally got the door open. He led the way into his apartment as he asked, "Do you want a drink or anything?"

"Nope, I'm good. All I need right now is you," she replied, closing the door behind her and pulling him towards her. Their lips crashed together as he pinned her against the door, his eagerness matched equally by hers. As the kiss intensified she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him as close to her as possible.

After a minute or so, they pulled apart, gasping for air. "Wow," was all he managed to say, staring down into her eyes.

"Yeah, wow," she replied, returning the gaze before pulling him back into another mind-numbing kiss. He ran his tongue against her lips and she gladly parted them for him. With their tongues dancing together, she ran her hands up the front of his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his back while he began to guide them towards his bedroom. By the time they reached the door to his room, they had stripped down to their underwear.

Sliding his hands down her back, he grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as he walked them over to the bed. When they reached the edge of the bed, they tumbled onto it without breaking the kiss. Once again in need for air, he pulled back and looked down at her lying beneath him. Wanting to be totally sure she wanted the same thing and to give her one last chance to back out, he asked, "Is this what you really want?"

Not being able to put enough words together to tell him how much she really wanted what was happening, she instead slid her arms down to the waist band of his boxers and began to push them down. He got the message and helped her remove the boxers altogether, and sitting back slightly, he swiftly got rid of her last article of clothing as well. After he flung them back, he resumed his previous position on top of her.

It was obvious to her now, just how aroused he was, and she felt the same way. When he began to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, then chest, she let a small moan escape. She couldn't take much more and let him know that when he looked up at her. "Warrick, please…now."

A while later, they lay together underneath the sheets, both extremely satisfied. Warrick was lying on his back with his arms wrapped around Catherine while she was next to him, resting her head on his chest.

He was the first one to break the silence after he kissed her lightly on top of her head, "That was amazing, Cath."

"Yeah, it was," she replied, lifting her head to look at him. She moved up a bit to kiss him gently on the lips, and then lay back down. A few minutes later they drifted off to sleep.

It was hours later when Warrick opened his eyes and saw Catherine lying on her side, facing away from him. When he realized that she was quietly crying, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder and said, "Hey Cath, what's wrong?"

"Um…nothing," she replied, wiping away the few tears that had fallen.

"I know you're lying. We talked about this earlier, you know you can tell me anything. I know you're going though a lot right now." Suddenly he got a sinking feeling in his stomach when a thought crossed his mind. "You don't regret what we did, do you? Because I don't at all."

She rolled over onto her other side so she was now facing him. "Of course not. You know I have wanted this for a long time."

"Good, and this isn't just a one time thing. When I said I wanted to be with you, I meant I want a real relationship. I don't want this to be a fling."

"Me too," she said, shifting her body closer to him, resting her head on his chest, and laying her left arm across his stomach. "It's just…"

"It's what?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her and placing a reassuring kiss on her forehead, as if to remind her that he wasn't going anywhere.

Without moving, she replied, "It's just that there is so much going on, I don't know if I'm going to be able to put as much as I want into out relationship. I know being the scientist I am, my brain is telling me to wait until we do DNA test but I know in my heart that Alex is my Alexandra. I want to be sure you know what you're getting yourself into. Before today you thought it was just me and Lindsey and now I have this whole big mess to sort through. So, if you need or want to think about things, I understand."

"Hey now. Look at me," he told her, taking her chin in his hand, guiding her head so she was looking him in the eye. "I know you have a complicated past. I do too. There is nothing that is going to push me away. I know it's going to be crazy for awhile, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be there for you where and whenever you need me. I don't just want to be a part of your life, I want to be in Lindsey's too and if it does turnout that Alex is your daughter, then hers too."

Another couple of tears rolled down her cheeks but before he could say anything she spoke, "I…I…thank you." She hoped he realized how much what he said meant to her and that he could tell by the look in her eyes because she couldn't put the words together to tell him herself.

Sensing she wanted to say more and rather knowing what it was, he raised his hand and put a finger on her lips. "Shhh, it's okay, I know." He echoed the sentiment by action as well, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss.

They broke apart suddenly when the phone on his nightstand rang. She rolled away from him so he could reach over and answer the phone. "Brown."

"Hey Warrick, it's Sara. I wouldn't have called you at home but you didn't answer your cell and Catherine didn't answer hers either or her home phone and I wanted to let you guys know that we got an address for the number Alex gave Nick."

"That's great. Where is it?"

"It's an apartment a few blocks away from the UNLV campus. We think it's probably where Alex lives when she's not at the Millers'. Greg and I are going to head over there now and check it out. Grissom told us that we should search the apartment in case we find something that could lead us to someone who had a grudge against the Millers. We're getting a warrant, so if she's not there we can get the super to let us in. Do you know where Catherine is?"

"Yeah, she's here. I'll let her know. Thanks for calling. Let us know if you need any help."

"Sure. Greg can't collect any evidence, so I'll call if I need a hand or if we find anything."

"Okay, bye," Warrick said before putting the phone back down. He turned to see Catherine regard him with an obvious question on her mind.

"Who was that?"

"Sara. They got an address for the number. It's an apartment near UNLV, and she's heading over there now with Greg to see if Alex is there. She might need my help when she searches the apartment. She said she'll call us when they know more," he told her.

"I know I'm not going to be able to sleep anymore so I think I'm going to go home and get changed and then head into the lab," she said. "I need to talk to Grissom and let him know what's going on and that I shouldn't be on this case anymore as well."

"I'll go make some coffee and then I'll drive you home and to the lab," he said as he reached for his boxers.

Almost an hour later, Catherine and Warrick were walking down the hallway of the lab. Catherine was about to enter Grissom's office but stopped when she noticed that Ecklie and the Sheriff were in there too.

Warrick had stopped too when he noticed them and said, "I wonder what that's about?"

"I don't know but Ecklie doesn't look too happy," she replied.

"Do you want me to go in there with you?" he asked.

"Thanks, but I should do this by myself," she told him.

"All right. I'll be in the break room when you're done," he said, before walking away, leaving her to take a deep breath and steel herself.

She knocked as she entered Grissom's office and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt but was there a meeting called that I wasn't aware of?"

"Actually, we're just finishing up here. Gil can fill you in on the changes," the Sheriff told her, getting up from where he was sitting. Without saying a word, Ecklie got up and followed him out, leaving Catherine and Grissom alone.

"So what was that about?" Catherine asked.

"The Sheriff fired Ecklie and he's putting the old graveyard shift back together. You and I are going to be, as he put it, 'co-supervisors'," he said.

"Really? Ecklie's fired? What did he do?" she asked, sitting down so she was facing him.

"One of the day shift lab techs has filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against him. Since it wasn't the first complaint against him and it looked like she would've won if they took it to court, the Sheriff said he would fire Ecklie if she dropped the suit. She agreed, and Ecklie has until the end of the day to clear out his office," he said.

"Why the change with the shifts?" she asked.

"He was never that happy with the changes Ecklie made to begin with so the dayshift supervisor is going to take Ecklie's spot and Sofia is going to run days," he said.

"What about swing? If Nick, Warrick and I are coming back to graveyard, who's going to run swing?"

"Steve Adams from days."

"That's great, now I'll get to see Lindsey more and …"

"And what?"

"Well, it's why I came in early in the first place. I told Warrick yesterday but before that, no one knew. I think Alexandra Miller is my daughter. Well, I'm actually sure she is, though a DNA test will tell for certain."

"So what you're trying to tell me is that you can't work her case anymore either?"

"Yeah," was all the answer she offered. He sensed se didn't wish to explain more at present time, and didn't push for more information.

"Do you need any time off?"

"That would be great, if it's possible."

"It'll be fine since Warrick and Nick will be back on graveyard. You have plenty of vacation time coming up. Take a few weeks to sort things out," he told her. "Was that Warrick I saw come in with you?"

"Yes, he's here."

"Do you want to tell him the news?"

"Yeah," she said standing up and walking to the door. Before she left she turned around. "Thanks, Gil."

"You're welcome Catherine."

A/N: Thanks so much for sticking with this fic and as usual reviews are greatly appreciated. The next chapter will be up soon and have a little more happening in it.