A/N- Thanks for the reviews. I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. Things are about to get crazy!!

(3 months after she left)

It seemed to take forever to get to the hospital. Once they parked, Nick was first out of the doors and running for the ER. Greg and Grissom both ran after him and watched as he started to interrogate the nurse about the whereabouts of Warrick.

"Miss please you have to tell me where he is." Nick seemed to beg the nurse.

"Please sir, if you would just calm down for a minute I will see where your friend is." The nurse got on the phone as Greg and Grissom got to Nick.

"Nicky you need to calm down. They will end up admitting you if you keep this up." Grissom told him as he put a comforting hand on the back of Nick's neck.

"Yeah Nick, I am sure she will have some information soon. Hold on there's Catherine." Nick looked up and ran over to where Catherine was coming from with tears in her eyes.

"Please say that he is ok Catherine; please tell me that he is ok." Nick begged as Catherine wrapped her arms around the distraught man.

"What's going on Catherine?" Grissom questioned.

"He is in surgery right now. He has lost a lot of blood and they are having a hard time finding one of the bullets. He has two exit wounds, but three entrance wounds. They are trying as best as they can, but he is just bleeding out so fast. They are trying the everything that they can, but I don't know if he will make it." Nick pushed himself away from Catherine and started to pace. He kept on muttering to himself about how he couldn't die and how he was going to kill the under sheriff with his bare hands.

The others all exchanged worried looks about Nick. "Where is he?" Nick said as he startled them all out of their thoughts.

"I will take you to where Brass is sitting. There are a few other cops here, but only ones that we personally trust. The hospital has been informed that Warrick is a target and they are doing everything in their power to keep him safe and alive." Catherine said as she led the way to a waiting area where Brass and three other officers were at. Brass just nodded at them from where he sat. Nick was sat down in one seat with Grissom and Greg flanking each side of him.

Nothing was heard for hours, and they had finally got Nick to sleep by sitting him beside Grissom on the couch. Grissom had one armed wrapped around Nick as Nick was leaning on him fast asleep. It was starting to get boring so Greg decided to turn on the TV to pass the time.

"This is Kevin Turner with a live report." The news caster announced. "It has been confirmed that flight 118 from Las Vegas to Los Angeles has gone down. Sources say that shortly after take off the plane's left wing caught on fire and sent the plane spiraling to the ground. As of right now there are no known survivors. Please stay tuned for more details." By this time Greg had collapsed to the ground. When the TV had come on Nick woke up and now he along with Grissom were rushing to Greg's side.

"I should be dead." Greg kept mumbling to himself. Nick wrapped his arms around the smaller man as he looked over to Grissom. They realized that if Greg would have gotten on that plane this morning he would be gone. Just then Catherine rushed into the room carrying various food items with Brass.

"What is it? Did something happen to Warrick?" Not one of the men looked up at her, but Brass nudged her to look at the television. She watched in horror as they broadcasted footage of the plane crashing to the ground. She too joined the boys on the floor around Greg as the man was still in shock from realizing that he should be dead right now.

"Excuse me." A voice said from behind. They all turned towards the doctor and got up off the floor. Nick half carried Greg to the couch and sat with him.

"Yes doctor, is there any news on Warrick?" Grissom asked.

"I am Doctor Tanner. Normally I would only give this information out to the next of kin, but Mr. Brown has it wrote down that you all are his next of kin." The doctor glanced around the room at this distraught family. "We were able to stop the bleeding and find the bullet, but there were complications. Warrick's heart stopped three times during the surgery. Right now he is in a coma and we are not positive if he will make it. The lack of oxygen to the brain from his heart stopping may have caused brain damage. We can't confirm it as of yet, but we are doing our best to save him."

"Thank you doctor for everything you have done." Brass said as he shook the man's hand.

"Would you like something to calm down the young man over there?" They all glanced back at Greg who was still shaking and staring off into space.

"Yes please, we just learned that flight he was suppose to be on crashed." Grissom said.

"My word, it seems like you guys never get a break. I will go get a mild sedative to calm down his nerves." The doctor said as he turned to leave, but before leaving he said one last thing. "My colleagues and I have worked on almost every single one of you for one reason or another. It almost seems like someone is out to get you all."

Once the doctor left they all seemed to glance around at each other. They looked back on all the different things that had happened to them in the past few years. Warrick leaves a scene, only to have his partner killed. Nick was captured and buried alive. Catherine was drugged and raped. Greg was almost killed by a gang. Even though she isn't here, Sara was left to die under a car. Each event seemed almost planned as if it was scripted to happen.

It would also seem that nothing has happened to Grissom. Everyone says that he doesn't care, but the one way to get to Grissom is not to hurt him but to hurt his people. As each of them looked back on what has happened they each can see a pattern. Not once had the day shift ever had one of their own captured, beaten, raped and yet they did. For eight years someone has been watching them. Someone has been waiting to make their move, and it seems like the time is now.

So what do you all think?

Who could want to hurt them all?

Read and review and give me your opinions. )