Katrina opened her locker and put her jacket in there; she winced from the movement and froze trying to regain her breathing. She could feel her lungs trying to expand with air, but every movement wanted to make her scream.

"Hey Kat, we've got a problem," Warrick said coming into the locker room, Katrina turned towards him to see a bruise on her right cheek and another on her chin, "Oh my God, Katrina." Warrick dropped the file on the bench and walked over to her turning her face gently in his hands, "What the hell happened?"
"I-I fell down the stairs," Katrina said letting Warrick look over her bruises.

Warrick looked at her more to see that her left eye was black and blue as well, "How'd you hit your eye."

"When I fell, I tried to catch my balance, but hit my eye instead," Katrina said.

Warrick dropped his hands and frowned, "Your Dad isn't going to like this."
"Well, he needs to relax," Katrina snapped, "I can take care of myself."
"You should be grateful to have a dad like him," Warrick said leaning against the lockers, "Grissom's just like the dad I always wanted."
Katrina chewed on her bottom lip, "I'm sorry…I'm just tired."

"Yeah," Warrick smiled, "You are so hard to keep an eye on."
Katrina smiled, "Even if you were there…you couldn't have saved me."

Warrick chuckled, "Just like that little sister with a big ego."

Katrina laughed softly, "Okay, big Brother, what seems to be the problem."

"Oh, right," he grabbed the file off the bench and handed it to her, "This is our case."

She flipped it open to be met with pictures a red-head dead in a bathroom, she flipped through it more to see her name for the investigator, "What happened to our Spike Case."

"Follow me," Warrick said walking out of the room with her following, he stopped outside of a room where Nick and Sara stood looking at pictures of the Spike Case.

Katrina stormed off towards her dad's office ignoring the pain coursing through her body, she slammed open the door getting her dad's attention, "What the hell is going on?"

Warrick was only a few feet behind her, "Gris, why are Nick and Sara doing our case?"

Grissom sighed and stood up; he walked around to lean on his desk, "Ecklie."

Katrina groaned angrily, "So you're just going to let him switch cases on us? Warrick and I know that case backwards…you can't expect Nick and Sara to get everything figured."

"It wasn't my decision to make," Grissom said, "Besides Ecklie wanted me to send Warrick and me out on a double homicide."

"What?" Katrina asked, "You're kidding me! Warrick and you are the only two I can work with!"

"Well, like I said, I didn't choose this," Grissom sighed finally looked up at his daughter and went blank, "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," Katrina said, "I fell down the stairs."

"That looks more than—."

"Right now that doesn't matter, what matters is that I have to work a different case."

Grissom knew he wasn't going to get anything out of her, "I couldn't stop him."

"So I have to go out alone?" Katrina asked, "I thought you said I wasn't allowed to even with a police escort."

"You're not," Grissom said.

"Hey, Gris, you said you needed to talk to me?" The three looked towards the door to see Greg standing there.

"Yeah, you and Katrina have a DB at the Neon Rose," Grissom said.

Neither moved they only stared at each other.

"Now," Grissom said.

Katrina glared at her dad, "Fine."

Greg sighed and turned heading towards the locker room with Katrina a few feet behind.

)()()()(

"Do you know who that girl is?" Greg asked standing behind Katrina looking down at the body.

Katrina stared at the girl; it took her awhile not to recognize the girl without her glaring at Katrina, "Yeah its Katie."

"Her name is Katie Williams," Katrina looked back at the door to see the owner, "She's only been working here for a few months."
"Right," Katrina stood up straight, "Everyone out, we need to check the scene."

Everyone filed out leaving Katrina and Greg alone in the women's bathroom.

Katrina lifted Katie's arm and sighed, "No, defensive wounds." Katrina took more pictures and looked closer at the waitress's clothes.

Greg bent down to look at the edge of the counter that held five sinks, but his eyes lingered towards Katrina's face and his heart broke she was getting beat and there was nothing he could do to stop it…he was a coward, "Katrina…"

She looked up at him, "What?"

"Who did that to you?" He knew, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Did what?" Katrina asked.

Greg went over to her and pulled up her sleeve to reveal a badly bruised arm, "This."

She pulled her arm away and winced, "I fell down the stairs."

Greg unzipped her vest, she didn't move, he slowly rolled up the bottom of shirt revealing red marks and bruises, "Oh my God, Kat…why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Tell anyone what?" Katrina pulled away from him.

"That Aaron is beating the hell out of you," Greg hissed quietly.

Katrina looked at him shocked, "He isn't."

Greg slid his hands through his hair, "Stop lying!"

"I'm not!" Katrina snapped, she grabbed her kit off the floor and went to the door, "Good luck with the case…she'd rather have the man she was giving puppy eyes to look over her body than the girl with him." She walked out leaving him in the bathroom.

)()()(

"Katrina, you can't just leave a case that you are assigned to," Grissom said looking at his daughter. She sat in the chair in front of his desk with her arms crossed, "Why did you leave?"

"I can't work with him!" Katrina said.

"Well, you did fine in the lab working with him," Grissom said, "Why can't you work with him now?"

"Because he just pisses me off," Katrina said standing up, "Now if you don't mind…I'm going back to the lab where I belong." She left not waiting for him to respond.

Katrina's mind whirled with the angry look in Greg's eyes and the way his body seemed to tense with protection. How had he known? How is it he figured it out? Even if he did know…she couldn't let him do anything. She stopped walking and put a hand on the wall her other going to her head feeling suddenly dizzy. Her stomach felt twisted and she fell to crouch gripping her stomach with both hands, "Oh God…" She tried to stand up, but her stomach kept her down.

"Kat," it was Warrick coming down the hall, he put a hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"Wendy," Katrina forced out.

"What?" Warrick asked.

"Wendy," Kat grimaced in pain, "I need Wendy."

Warrick licked his lips and looked down the hall, "Sara, get Wendy now!"

There was the sound of someone running then Warrick spoke again, "We need to get you to Doc."

"No," Katrina shook her head.

"Kat, there's something wrong," Warrick said, but before he could speak there were two sets of feet running towards them.

One was Wendy, "Katrina!"

Katrina looked up at her friend with pleading eyes, "I-I…"

"No," Wendy bent down making Warrick move; she put a hand on each of Katrina's arms helping her to her feet, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Warrick asked.

"The bathroom," Wendy helped Katrina down the hall towards the women's bathroom.

Inside Katrina had no hesitation to run to a stall, she collapsed to her knees in front of a toilet throwing up. Wendy came up behind Katrina holding her hair back. The bathroom door opened and Catharine appeared behind Wendy, "What's going on?"

Katrina puked again into the toilet making Wendy answer, "Must be the flu."

Catharine looked at her watch, "Highly doubt it. Katrina have you been craving anything lately…like food?"

Katrina looked up at her, "Ice cream…and…pickles." She answered just before she puked again.

"Do you feel sick in the morning?"

Katrina nodded.

"How about feeling more tired, frequent headaches, tender breasts and slight backache every now and then?"

Katrina looked at Catharine, "What, have you been stalking me?"

Catharine shook her head, "No, because it happened to me too."

"Oh yeah," Katrina smiled, "When?"

"When I was pregnant with Lindsey," Catharine said.

Katrina looked at Catharine then at Wendy before puking again into the toilet. She was pregnant…but how was that possible. Even though Aaron beat her, he didn't want a child so he made sure to use protection…none of the condoms broke…so how? And that's when memories flooded her head of waking up from Greg kissing her sides and being with him in the bathroom…there were other times, but the only one that stuck with her was seeing Greg smiling at her in between kisses making her feel warm and fuzzy. And she remembered that never had the two used protection they were always too busy looking at each other's eyes, "Oh my God…"