Ok guys, here is one of the two chapters I have typed up. I'm hoping to get the other two from my notebook typed up. I've made a tiny bit of headway so I'm hopeful I'm getting over the blockage. Hopefully there are still some people reading this lol!

It didn't take long for the group to assemble in the den, minus the three detectives - Vartann and Sofia had opted to head back to Vegas early, while Vega was meeting with Sam's security team.

"So apart from the fact that some psycho is after us, what do we know?" Greg began from his spot between Sara and Warrick on a couch. Grissom glanced up from his laptop.
"I've just had an e-mail from Hodges, the results came back on the substance Nick was sprayed with. It was standard pepper spray mixed with diethyl sulfate. It explains why it's done so much damage."
"Anyone want to explain for the non scientist in the room?"
"Think of this combination as pepper spray on steroids and PCP - seriously strong and nasty." Catherine clarified for Brass. He whistled quietly then glanced at Grissom, who nodded for him to continue.
"There's more. We think our guy has an accomplis. And we think it's someone who works in the lab."

A heavy silence fell over the room as each CSI digested the information; the news that they had been betrayed by a colleague, a friend, weighing on everyone.
A few minutes passed before Warrick broke the hush.
"Are there any leads?"
Brass shook his head. "We've got to be careful, I don't want to tip whoever it is off. It's a long shot but I've got Archie going over all the outgoing calls in the fifteen minutes prior to the explosion but with the amount of people in the lab that's going to be a lot to look at." He paused before continuing. "It's why everything has been kept need to know."
"Aren't you worried that Archie might be involved?" Greg shot back sarcastically, ignoring the nudge he recieved from Sara.
"Archie's lab doesn't have a clear view of the garage and both Catherine and I went from my office. He had no way of knowing anyone was in there."
"And the only time he moves is after the explosion. I had Sofia check the footage." Brass finished.

"So where exactly do we go from here?" Sara opened her briefcase and began pulling files from it.
"I don't know about anyone else but I'm going to bed," Catherine stood, speaking for the first time in a while. Grissom frowned, noticing how pale she looked as she crossed the room and headed out the door.
"She has a point," Warrick agreed. "We've all been on the go for what? Forty eight hours nearly? Maybe we'll be able to think more clearly once we've had some sleep." Greg and Sara nodded their assent and bidding their goodnights exited with Warrick, leaving Brass and Grissom alone.
"You're not exempt from that Gil. We're not going to make any more progress tonight, this will keep til morning."

Grissom pulled off his glasses and scrubbed a weary hand over his face.
"You're right," he acquiesed, closing the folder in front of him and replacing his glasses before following Brass out of the room, flipping the light off and closing the door with a click.

Catherine's door was shut when Grissom arrived at his room and remained shut as he crossed the hall to brush his teeth. When he exited the bathroom however her door was ajar and he could see a sliver of light shining through. Dumping his toiletries and clothes in his room he approached hers and knocked lightly before entering.
"Cath?"
She was sitting on the bed with her back to him. He frowned as he noticed her shoulders shaking and moved to stand in front of her, slowly so as not to startle her.
"Catherine? Are you ok?"

His concern rose when she lifted her head to meet his gaze and he registered the sheen of perspiration on her forehead, despite the baggy tank top and silk shorts she was wearing.
"I'm fine," she replied with a grimace, the rattle of pills in a bottle alerting him to what she was trying to do.
"When was the last time you had any pain relief?"
The redhead flushed.
"I found these in my desk drawer after Doc set my arm. I took two before I went to speak to Sam, Vartann opened the bottle."
Grissom's eyes widened.
"Jesus that was yesterday! No wonder you're in pain honey." The endearment slipped from his lips as he eased the bottle of medication from her fingers, neither acknowledging it. He twisted the lid off, tipped two chalky white pills into the palm of his hand and passed them to Catherine, who swallowed them gratefully with the glass of water from the bedside table. She closed her eyes briefly, praying they would be swift to take effect.
"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Grissom shifted to perch next to her. She shrugged.
"I hate asking people for help, relying on someone to do basic things. It makes me feel useless." Her voice trailed off and she looked down at her hands. Without hesitating he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him, her head falling to rest on his chest.

"Am I just someone?"
She shook her head and moved a little closer, his embrace and the pills working to relax her tense body.
"Then come to me. Anything you need until you heal, let me help you. Even if it involves doing up bras and painting nails." He dropped a quick kiss to the top of her head, then berated himself for the impulse.
Catherine chuckled.
"I had a manicure last week so you've dodged that bullet, I may take you up on the bra thing though." She yawned and Grissom noticed her eyelids beginning to droop. He rose slightly, allowing her to continue leaning on him as he pulled the covers back.
"Come on, let's get you into bed."
Despite her exhaustion the woman in his arms cracked one eye open, the matching eyebrow arching as he brought her back to rest against the pillows.

He rolled his eyes, pulling the sheet up to her chest and brushing her bangs back from her forehead. "Not in that way."
"Pity, I'm sure I'd enjoy it," she mumbled drowsily, sleeps pull already overpowering her.
Grissom's eyes widened as he tried desperately not to read too much into her words; he knew people were prone to say crazy things when exhausted and medicated. Still, he couldn't deny the thrill that spread through his chest as he settled himself on the bed, propped up on top of the covers.

He told himself he would only stay for a few minutes, and continued to believe it even as his eyes slid closed and he followed Catherine into slumber.

Hope ya'll liked it.

Lily
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