Once they got there, they saw Warrick arguing with the paramedic about taking care of Angel instead of him first. Brass met up with them at that time. Grissom went over, "Warrick, calm down. Let him do his job."

"He needs to take care of Angel first. She got hurt more than me," Warrick sneared.

"Think of it this way… once he looks you over, then you can take care of Angel, deal?" Grissom suggested.

"Fine," he relented. "But if you talk to Angel, she might not respond. She clamed up."

"Why?" Nick asked.

"I'm not too sure what you know, but it almost got worse," Warrick said.

"Worse how?" Catherine asked.

"Angel almost got raped," he said. Everyone was shocked and speechless.

Nick was able to speak up, "Is she okay?"

"She isn't saying much but from the sound of her voice… she's just shaken up."

"Is she up to talking to us?" Nick asked.

"Feel free to talk to her but don't be surprised with her reaction," Brass warned.

Grissom approached her gently, not wanting to scare her. "Angel?" he spoke softly. She looked up at Grissom who she considered as an older brother and immediately burst into tears. Grissom immediately took her into his arms. "It's okay, you're safe now."

The paramedic approached the team, "She's fine… just some ligature marks on her wrists and ankles from being tied down. Other than that, she's fine." Warrick then rejoined the team.

"Thanks," Catherine replied. "Greg, Nick and Sara, come with me to process the hotel room. Which room was it, Warrick?"

"Room 135," he said, pointing to the direction of the room. They headed towards the room to process everything.

"Angel, I know that you don't want to do this, but I have to question you about tonight's incident, okay?" Grissom asked. Angel nodded.

"Could Warrick stay with me while we're talking?" she asked softly.

"I'm sorry but for the investigation, it's not wise to do so," he replied.

"Don't be sorry. I just wanted him to be near me, that's all," she said.

"I understand, it would be best to interrogate individually. We can save the interview until we get to the lab," he explained.

"Got some news to share with you," Brass said as he approached the three of them. "The three goons that were with you and Warrick just turned themselves in. It seems to me that they felt guilty about their actions."

"Makes it easy on the team," Warrick responded. "And me."

"What do you mean" Grissom asked.

"I won't have to hunt them and beat their ass but still got to look for Michael."

"So both of you know who it is?" Both nodded. "That'll help a lot." After a couple of minutes, "But where's the fun in the hunt if they turn themselves in?" Grissom asked. For the first time in a while they saw Angel smile.

"Just sometimes, having the bad guys turn themselves in makes it worthwhile… at least for me in this situation, it does," she said. Warrick nodded his agreement. After sitting there for a few minutes, the paramedic released her and the four of them headed back to the lab to starting the questioning.

"Angel, let's go in," Grissom said as he led her into the interrogation room. "Let's start with the timeline from the moment you started getting ready to the moment Brass came to talk to you."

"Well, I started to get ready at 5:30 pm because Warrick was picking me up at 6:30 pm. I was going through my wardrobe to figure out what to wear. I took a shower and everything but I still haven't decided what to wear until 20 minutes before he came to pick me up," she started off.

"The same dress that you have on?" Grissom asked.

Angel nodded, "Yes, the same dress. He arrived on time and brought flowers. He came into my apartment for a bit before we took off to our dinner plans. I asked him what he had planned for us tonight but he didn't tell me anything and told me not to worry. He rented a limo for tonight's event, although I didn't understand why he did. He just said that I deserved the treatment from him. We went to Tangerine Lounge and Nightclub at Treasure Island. We arrived at about 7 pm. He had reservations for us tonight, so we got in pretty quickly. We ate dinner and talked about different things. After that we went over to the Mist, which were a bar and a dance area. I couldn't keep track of the time because I was enjoying myself immensely with Warrick. Before I knew it, it was getting a bit rowdy and I don't like that. I ask Warrick if we could leave and we did. That was probably around 10:30 pm. I held onto Warrick's arm because I didn't want to get lost. Somewhere along the way, it became easier. I wasn't aware of my surroundings because I kept my look on Warrick. Then as soon as we got out of the bar, this guy just grabbed me and restrained me. I screamed for Warrick but when I looked at his direction, there were two guys restraining him. The fourth guy, which was Michael, was leading all of us. I didn't recognize him because I only focused on Warrick. I didn't acknowledge Michael until we got to the hotel room. I had a restraining order against Michael and I know that it's still active."

"Who was the judge that granted the restraining order?" Brass asked.

"It was Judge Henry Michaels," she responded.

"I'll get in touch with him and see what happens," Brass said but stayed to finish the interview.

"Why did you get a restraining order against Michael?" Grissom asked.

"Because he was abusive to me. We dated for a while and he became that abusive boyfriend. I broke up with him and got a restraining order against him," she explained. "Warrick knows about it. I told him earlier in our relationship. During the time that he wanted to rape me, somehow the guys who were with Warrick let go of him and he came and rescued me from Michael. Michael escaped but Warrick didn't go after him because he knew that somehow Michael would be caught one way or another," she explained.

"That was when Warrick called Dispatch?" Grissom asked.

"Yes, he did. I was frightened to death to do anything," Angel said.

"That's okay. I'm glad that you're telling us now. Anything else you want to share with us that may help us find him?" Brass asked.

"Well, I don't know if it helps but I know that he drives a red Mazda; it has a California License plate on it," she said.

"Are you sure?" Brass asked.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"I think it's the same one that was in the car accident earlier tonight. If we showed you the picture, would you be able to identify it?" Brass asked.

"Yeah," Angel said.

"I'll go see if Nick left a picture of the car," Brass said as he left.

"I'll be right back. Want me to get you something to drink?" Grissom asked.

"Some hot chocolate would be great," she responded.

"Stay with her, please," Grissom asked the officer that was in the room. He nodded. He went to the private room because he knew that Warrick would be there. "We're pretty much done talking with Angel but still have a couple more questions before talking to you," Grissom explained and Warrick smiled appreciatively. Grissom went to get some hot chocolate for Angel and went back to the interrogation room. Once he was in there, he could hear Angel sniffling and softly crying. "Your hot chocolate is on the table. Are you okay?"

"I guess… I just don't handle situations like this very well," she explained.

"That's why you have us to depend on," Grissom explained and non-verbally emphasizing the team. "I need to ask you something, you don't have to respond if you don't want to. I'm just wondering how you knew that he drove a red Mazda?"

"He's had that car for who knows how long," she explained. "Why did you want to know?"

"I bumped into Nick earlier tonight and he said that there was a car accident that happened sometime after you were almost raped. The car was a red Mazda the same car that Brass was asking about. There was a male in the driver's seat and he's dead," Grissom explained.

"I got a picture here," Brass said as he came into the room.

Angel looked at the picture and nodded, "Yeah, it's the same car. Does that mean that he's dead?"

"It's a possibility. Recognize this man?" Brass asked as he showed the picture of Michael.

"It's him," she said as she sobbed. She looked at Brass who nodded that he was dead.

Grissom hugged her, "You okay with interviewing Warrick alone?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Where is he anyway?"

Grissom said "Break room."

"I'll wait for both of you to leave so that I can get him," Brass explained.

"Let's go to my office, okay?" Grissom asked. Angel nodded as she grabbed her hot chocolate on the way.

As soon as she left, Brass went to the break room and motioned for Warrick to follow him. "We'll make this quick so that you and Angel can get back together. I know that you don't like being away from her," Brass explained and Warrick nodded. "You know what to do. Let's develop a timeline from the moment you picked up Angel to the moment I came to the crime scene." Warrick stated his story and it was consistent to what Angel had explained.

"The guy's dead?" Warrick asked.

"Yeah, found his car at the end of the strip on fire."

"How did Angel react?"

"She cried, but she's in Grissom's office. He's calming her down as we speak. The interview is over, so you can go see her," Brass said.

"Thanks, Brass," he said as he got up from his chair and went to Grissom's office. When he got there, he smiled at the sight in front of him. She was sipping on a cup which looked like hot chocolate and was talking animately with Grissom. He would give anything to make sure that there was a smile on her face all the time.

He snapped out of his day-dreaming when he heard her voice, "Warrick? You all finished?"

"Yeah, I'm done," he said. She put her cup on Grissom's desk and stood near Warrick.

"Come here," she wanted him to bend down to her height, which he complied and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her face was hidden between the nook of his neck and chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered how much he loved her. He felt her shiver a little bit.

"Look at me, Angel," he said softly and he nudged her to look at him. "I love you, okay? Forever and for always." She smiled because it was one of her favorite love songs from Shania Twain.

"Want to take this to the break room?" Grissom asked but he looked directly at Warrick, knowing that he would want to propose to her in front of the team. There was nothing more romantic to her than being surrounded by people she loves.

"Yeah, that okay with you, sweetheart?" Warrick asked. This was it… the moment that he was going to propose to her.

"Yeah, I want to see everyone before we leave." Grissom had already asked everyone to come to the break room after they had processed the evidence and filed it up. The case was over since the guys turned themselves in and Michael had died. The only thing left was to process the evidence and file it, but that could wait. All three of them headed towards the break room. Nick was the first one to see them coming and got everyone's attention. "What's going on in here? Why is it so decorative?"

"Tonight was supposed to be special and I was going to bring you here after our date," Warrick started off. Angel looked at Warrick puzzingly. "Just bear with me, okay? I'm still that dork from high school," he said, but she refrained from speaking but her eyes told him something very different. "Angel, I loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. All I wanted to do was to protect you from all the ugliness of this world but you've seen so much already since you've been working here and from your childhood. But from here on out, I promise that it's nothing but happiness," he said, then he got down on one knee and she gasped as she saw the ring box, "Angel Rose Williams, will you marry me?"

She looked at the ring and it was a gorgeous 1/2 CT. T.W. Diamond Three Stone Ring in 14K White Gold. She looked into his eyes and said, "Yes, I'll marry you." He put the ring on her finger and discarded the box. He immediately picked her up by her waist; she instantly wrapped her arms around his neck and they both kissed. They both smiled and finally acknowledged the rest of the group and celebrated their engagement.

"How did you afford that ring?" Nick asked; Catherine both slapped him on his back. "What?" he asked innocently.

Angel went towards him, "Why are you asking. Poncho?" He groaned and shrugged. "You don't even have a girlfriend… so back off!" She said scornfully. Nick actually thought that she was serious. "He could afford it by working hard, so take it easy, Poncho," she said playfully. Everyone laughed at Nick's expense.

"Haha, laugh all you want!"

"You'll be in his shoes one day, you know?" Angel said.

"No, I won't," Nick said back and they all laughed at the friendly banter between the two.