Catherine couldn't remember when the shooting stopped. All she knew was that she woke up to an arm draped over her middle. After summing up the energy to open her eyes and turn her head, she realized that it was the arm of fellow unconscious CSI Warrick Brown. Catherine tried to move her head more to look around for other people, but the pain was just too much. She decided to lay her head back down on the blood covered carpet and rest. She tried to think any minuscule detail that could help her remember what had happened, but couldn't come up with one, single thing.

Earlier that Day

After the CSI's had gone to their lockers and grabbed their coats and crime kits, they each jumped into one of two Tahoe's. Grissom, Sara, and Greg were in one, and Catherine, Warrick, and Nick in the other. Both rides to the crime scene were fairly quiet except when someone had a question about the case and they discussed it for a few moments.

In Grissom's car, Greg had fallen asleep as soon as they left the CSI parking lot and Sara had succumbed to leaning her head against the passenger side window and simply watch the world go by. As he stopped for a red light, Grissom decided to take a glance in her direction. As he did, he thought about their relationship. Now, they didn't have any real problems, but ever since Sara had made the daring move to ask Grissom out, things had been a little tense between them.

Deciding he couldn't take the silence anymore, Grissom decided to turn on the radio. As soon as the car filled with music, a new life sprung into Sara. She sat up and started moving her shoulders to the music. A few seconds later she started to sing. Now, Grissom had heard that Sara sometimes sang in the lab, but he had never gotten the chance to hear her, so he was currently enthralled in listening to her smooth, creamy voice as it sang Cher's "Do You Believe in Love." A moment later, Sara realized she had an audience. She quickly turned her head towards Grissom and started to blush when she realized he was looking directly at her.

"Sorry…" she mumbled.

He simply cracked a smile at her, "Don't worry, you have a lovely voice."

"Thanks," she said quietly and just as soon as that new life had fallen into her, it fell back out and she resumed her usual position of leaning her head against the passenger side window.

Meanwhile, in Catherine's car, things were pretty much the same. Nick was in the back seat listening to his iPod silently, and Warrick was looking straight ahead out the front windshield. Catherine was curious as to why Warrick was so quiet; he was usually a very talkative person. As Catherine thought about it, a theory formed in her mind as to why this was: the new wife. Ever since Warrick had gotten married to Tina, he became more distant and quiet to the rest of team, especially to Catherine. Now, Catherine and Warrick had never tried to express the feelings toward each other, but each knew the other held them in a special place. Catherine remembered the time that she was climbing up an incline and lost her footing, Warrick was the one to catch her in his big, strong arms, and…

"Cath?"

Warrick's voice pulled Catherine out of her trip down memory lane and back into reality.

"Yeah Rick?" she asked.

"How's Lindsay doing?"

Catherine laughed, "Oh about as good as a teenager can be."

"Yeah," sighed Warrick, "I really do not miss those days."

"Me either," agreed Catherine, "they were the worst for me."

A look of surprise came across Warrick's face, "Really Cath? Most people who say something like that have a problem today, like a paranoia of people from being bullied in high school. You seem to have turned out just fine."

Catherine felt a red blush start to creep across her face when Warrick said, "just fine." She focused her eyes back on the road to hide her embarrassment. After getting no response from Catherine, Warrick pulled the lever of his seat causing it to recline, deciding he'd catch a few "zs" before working the crime scene.