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A/N: I know I said that I was gonna try to post every Friday, but I got ahead of myself…lol so please enjoy this and please review! It gives me encouragement to continue to get ahead of myself! Thanks!

"Hey, Mia, I need you to run this DNA from my 420."

Nick set the evidence down in front of the pretty girl and smiled at her. He knew the power of his smile and was hoping it would get his stuff moved to the top of whatever list she had tonight.

"Dead body? Yeah, I can get to this tonight. What do you need?"

"Just run it against the swab marked unknown. Warrick found it on a beer bottle outside of the house. Rick said none of 'em claimed it, so whoever drank from that bottle might be our killer. I just need to make sure they're both tellin' the truth. Thanks."

Nick moved out into the hall and walked into the break room. He opened up the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the top off and drank heavily from it. He still couldn't get Katie out of his mind. He kept picturing her smile, her eyes, her legs… He needed to stop thinking about her. He had mentally kicked himself about a billion times already and Catherine had already laughed at him for calling Katie by her first name at the crime scene. Damn her mother's intuition. She always seemed to know.

He took his hand and rubbed it over his face. He sighed and drained the rest of the water from inside the bottle. He looked over to the trash can near the other side of the room. He stepped back a little and threw the water bottle across and with a small noise, he landed the bottle into the trash can.

"Nice shot man."

Warrick had just entered the break room and was looking at Nick and laughing.

"Yeah?" Nick was surprised; usually Warrick would have said something sarcastic.

"Yeah. My grandpa could've made that shot, but I would congratulate him too."

Nick laughed. There it was. He moved over towards the break room table and sat in an empty chair. Warrick followed suit and sat across the table from Nick.

"That was some girl at that scene tonight."

"What girl?" Nick knew full out which girl Warrick was talking about. Nick just found it better and easier to play dumb and not admit that it was that girl he had been thinking about non-stop ever since he had first met her.

"Oh come on man, you know what girl I'm talking about. The daughter or Katie as you like to call her."

"Oh yeah, her. She's alright."

"Alright? Man she's more than alright, she's hot. Did you see those legs? I wish Tina would wear shorts that short. Tina's defiantly got the legs for it."

"Tina doesn't wear things like that?" Even though Nick had met Tina before, he didn't exactly know her. He didn't hang out with her and he had never really seen her more than that one time. As far as he knew, Tina could dress like a hooker or a nun.

"Nah, she's more of the I-wear-pants-all-year-round type of girl. I don't think I've ever seen her wear anything that was above her knees. At least outside of the bedroom."

Nick laughed. He and Warrick hadn't been able to talk like this in a while. Ever since the whole Sara accident, the team had been forced to pick up the work she normally would have done. Grissom had even been taking some time off to go visit her in the hospital. Her condition was improving, but she still had a while to go. She had been stuck under a car after all. With Grissom gone all the time, Catherine had been forced to take up her old position as supervisor, and now with just four people on graveyard at times, the team was pulling doubles every week it seemed.

"So that Katie girl, did you get her number?"

"What are you talkin' about man? She's a suspect in a crime scene I'm investigating."

"You don't really think she did it do you? You and I both know that. Plus I saw the way you looked at her. You couldn't help but smile at her or any mention of her at that."

"You're talkin' crazy, Rick. I wasn't lookin' at her funny or smilin' at her anymore than I was at her mom."

"Yeah, yeah, live in denial, but when you and her get together, don't make me say I told you so."

"You won't have to, cause nothing is gonna happen."

"I gotta ask you man, did something seem different between her and her parents?"

"Different like how?" Nick thought back to how he had noticed the differences between Katie and her mom. He had thought at the time that maybe Katie would end up looking just like her dad, but when Nick had seen the father finally, he sported the same black hair and brown eyes that the mom did. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but something was weird.

"Like, did you notice how she looked nothing like her parents?" Catherine had just walked in and voiced in on what both men were thinking.

"Hey, Cath." Warrick stared at her as she slid into a chair beside him and set a folder down onto the table.

"Just got back from seeing Doc Robbins."

"COD from the gun shots?

"No, believe it or not, the four gun shot wounds were not fatal. He died from a bullet embolism. Third bullet traveled into the vic's venous system and went straight to the heart."

"Anything else probative?"

"Yeah, the vic had some bulbar hemorrhaging. I don't know how probative it is, but is something."

"Can't bulbar hemorrhaging be caused by violent fits of coughing or sneezing?" Nick had finally voiced in. He didn't know how important this bit of news was.

"Yeah, that's why I said I didn't know how important it was. I just though you should know all the facts so you don't bite my head off later if it comes back that it was important."

"Sorry Cath, I guess I'm just a little tired."

"Yeah, I'd be tired too if I had a little hottie running through my mind all night." Warrick couldn't resist adding a comment about Nick's last statement.

"Oh, man, that isn't funny. I said I didn't have a thing for Katie and I meant it."

Both Catherine and Warrick had to laugh. Nick groaned, he had called her by her first name again. If he was trying to convince them that he didn't like this girl, he knew he was doing a bad job. It must have been pretty obvious if Warrick had noticed.

"Look, why don't you both go home, get some rest, and when the DNA results or the fingerprint results get in, I'll page you."

It was now five in the morning as Nick began to head back to the lab. He had been home for about an hour. He had at first tried to sleep but quickly realized it was pointless; he couldn't think of anyone but Katie. She kept running across his mind. Then he began to think of her legs and that's when he became frustrated. It was after about twenty minutes of just thinking of things he would like to do to her, that he noticed how excited he had become. It was only after he had finished taking care of his problem that Catherine had called him saying he needed to get to the lab ASAP.

As Nick walked into the lab, he found Catherine, Mia, Warrick, and Brass all standing around the DNA lab. He didn't know what was going on, but it didn't look good.

"What's going on in here?" Nick asked and everybody turned to look at him.

"Our 420 just turned into a 418A." Catherine looked excited.

"A found person? Who was missing that we found?" Nick was now more curious than he had initially been.

"Well I ran all the DNA samples that you gave me and it was only after I ran Kaitlin Hennessy's DNA that I noticed it matched another person's in the system." Mia was practically bouncing up and down with adrenaline.

"Wait, so Kaitlin is a missing person? Her parents seemed to know where she was just fine last night."

"No, Nick. There was a case about twenty-five years ago concerning a German couple who came to Vegas on vacation with their five year old daughter. They were at the pool at the MGM when they noticed that their daughter Angelika Lehmann was missing. The case was never solved."

"So Kaitlin Hennessy is really Angelika Lehmann?" Nick was suddenly feeling weird. He didn't know why.

"Yeah, and Brass just brought Kaitlin and her 'mom' in." Warrick knew that Nick would likely bright up at the thought of Kaitlin or Angelika being in the building.

"Kaitlin's real parents are on their way in now from Louisville, Kentucky. They legally moved here in 1990." Catherine was feeling anxious to solve both these crimes, but she was feeling weary at the same time, she knew this would mean more overtime and less time for her to see Lindsey.

As Nick walked into the interrogation room, he saw that same face he had been thinking about for the past few hours. There she was sitting and looking really confused.

"Hi, Kaitlin. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm—"

"Nick. What's going on here? You guys just show up at my house and pull me out at four thirty in the morning telling me there's something important I need to know about. What is so important that you guys couldn't tell me over the phone or at my house?"

Nick wasn't sure how to go about this. She looked tired, confused, but most of all, she looked angry. He would be too if he had been pulled out of his house at four in the morning. Nick was trying to find the words to voice, when Brass voiced in for him.

"Kaitlin, my name is Detective Brass. I have a few questions to ask you."

"You guys already asked me all the questions I can answer back at my parent's house earlier. What other possible questions could you guys have for me?"

"Well these questions are more about you childhood."

"My childhood? Why do you guys need to know about that?"

"Just humor me. How far back can you remember?"

"Well," Kaitlin began to think. There was her tenth birthday party. There was that time when she was turning six and that boy at the playground had pushed her off the slide. There was that time she had been crying. Why had she been crying? She couldn't remember. She just knew that there was a memory she had of herself distraught. She tried to concentrate on that memory. She was young, possibly about five. What was so doing? She suddenly remembered she had been wearing those orange floaties on her arms. She must have been swimming. She suddenly remembered her mom, Amy, grabbing her hand and saying that she needed to go see daddy, daddy would make it all better. She could hear her mom's words echo inside her head.

"There was this time, I was at the pool. I don't remember being at the pool, but I must have been because I was wearing those ridiculous orange floaties you put on children to help them swim. I was crying. I was crying pretty hard actually. My mom came up to me and grabbed my hand and started to take me to my dad. She told me my dad would make it all better. That's all I remember and that's as far back as I can remember. I'm guessing something must have happened. I mean I still have a fear of swimming to this day. I guess that's where it stemmed from."

Nick looked down into the file of Angelika Lehmann. She had last been seen wearing her blue and pink swim suit with orange flotation devices around her upper arms. He looked at the picture the parents had provided authorities back then. The little girl in the picture had blonde hair and big, blue eyes. She could've been the sister or daughter of Kaitlin; she looked so much like her. He had a terrible feeling in his stomach. He felt terrible. He knew he was an empathetic person, he knew he had a crush on Kaitlin, but nobody should ever have to go through this. He was thirty five and here she was, five years younger than him. Nick thought back to when he was ten. Suddenly a flashback of little league came into his mind. He remembered looking into the bleachers and seeing his mom and sisters' faces. He had an amazing family who loved him very much. He couldn't even fathom being told one day that the family he had known his whole life, the people he relied on, the people he loved, were not his real family. In fact, they were people who had kidnapped him when he was a toddler and had tried to pass him off as their son for the past thirty years of his life. Here he was, however, getting ready to tell this poor girl that very fact.

"Kaitlin, I have some news that may come as pretty absurd and upsetting."

"What do you mean absurd and upsetting? Where's my mom? This is getting ridiculous. I want to talk to her."

"I'm afraid that's not possible."

"Oh, yeah, and why is that?" She was feeling frustrated. They had just made her recount an embarrassing childhood story to them, told her that they had upsetting news for her, and now they were denying her access to talk to her mother. She looked across the table at Nick for answers, but found nothing but sadness in his face. When he spoke, it was soft sounding.

"Your mom has been taken into custody for kidnapping charges."

"Kidnapping charges? What are you talking about? Who did she kidnap?"

"You." It was a simple statement, but it got an effect. Kaitlin sat back into her chair and scoffed. She couldn't believe what they were telling her now. This was so absurd, they were right about that. She wasn't kidnapped. Her parents were Frank and Amy Hennessy. She was Kaitlin Hennessy, born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her birthday was December 18th, 1977.

"You guys are out of you fucking minds. This is ridiculous. You guys are fucking sick." She was getting upset now.

"In August of 1982, your parents and you flew in from Cologne, Germany. You were staying at the MGM hotel and were swimming one afternoon, when you were kidnapped. You were last seen wearin' orange floatation devices around your upper arm. Here's a picture your parents supplied authorities with at the time."

Kaitlin stared down at the picture. It was most defiantly a picture of her. She knew it. She didn't know anymore. Here they were telling her this horrible story, this horrible, far-fetched story, and yet it all made sense. She had always wondered what had happened to her baby pictures. When she was little she had gone looking for her birth certificate, but couldn't find one. She was always home schooled and never understood why her parents wouldn't let her go to regular school. She had always been curious what event had happened to her in her childhood that made her afraid of swimming, even the sight of a swimming pool made her uneasy. She always knew that she looked nothing like her parents, but she had just attributed it to genetics. She figured somewhere in her lineage someone must have had blue eyes or blonde hair.

Kaitlin looked up from her lap and stared directly into Nick's eyes. She could already feel the tears forming.

"Are you guys playing a joke on me or something? I mean I've been through a lot today and this would be pretty sick if you guys were." It was her last hope, but she already knew the truth.

"I'm afraid not, Kaitlin." Nick looked deeply into her eyes and knew that those were the words she needed in order to break down completely. He quickly got up and ran around the table to grab a hold of her. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her eyes into his chest. She started to cry freely. It wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. She felt so alone. She had nobody as far as she was concerned.

She sniffled and inhaled Nick's smell. Suddenly Kaitlin felt a little less alone as Nick held onto her and let her cry onto his shirt.