Nick and Sara walked into the lab and found both Greg and Warrick there. "You're still working on your case?" Nick asked in surprise.
Warrick shook his head. "I finished up about an hour ago, but I wanted to see what was going on. Where are Catherine and Grissom?"
Nick and Sara exchanged a look, before Nick replied, "They didn't tell you anything?"
"No, man. Catherine just showed up said she had to take Grissom to another scene. I could tell she was upset, but she said she'd explain later, so I've been waiting for her to get back."
"Well, they stopped by the scene, but didn't stay long," Sara replied. "I'm not sure where they went."
"So, why's this case so important? Do we have a dead celebrity or something?" Greg asked excitedly.
When the only answer was silence, Warrick said, "Come on, guys. You might as well tell us."
Finally, Nick spoke up, "The vics were Grissom's sister and her husband." Warrick and Greg sat in stunned silence.
"Well are you guys just going to stand there?" Greg snapped, causing everyone to stare at him in shock. "Give me what you collected so I can start processing it." Nick and Sara handed over their kits in silence, not knowing what to say to the usually easy-going lab technician. Warrick started to speak up, but Greg shooed the three CSIs out the door.
The trio made their way to the break room and collapsed into chairs. Warrick broke the silence, "Did anyone here know that Grissom had a sister?" The other two shook their heads.
"Brass knew," Sara said. Nick nodded his agreement.
"Catherine knew, too," replied Warrick.
"How come he never told us?" Sara asked.
"You know how private Grissom is," Nick said with a shrug.
"Yeah, but you'd think he's at least have mentioned her once or twice," she replied. The others nodded and the three lapsed into silence.
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Catherine walked wearily through the lab. When they had gotten back, Grissom had wanted to come in. If Lacey hadn't been there, Catherine didn't think she would have been able to convince him to go home. Entering the break room, she saw three mouths immediately open, ready to start firing questions at her. Holding up her hand, she spoke quickly, "Look, I know you all have questions, but they're going to have to wait." She waited until they had all closed their mouths and nodded before she continued, "Nick, Sara, what have you got for me?"
Sara shrugged. "Greg kicked us out of the lab as soon as we handed over the evidence we collected."
Catherine nodded, turned, and headed for the lab. Exchanging glances, the younger CSIs quickly scrambled to follow her.
"What have you got for me, Greg?" Catherine asked as she entered the lab.
Turning to snap at the intruder, Greg quickly bit his tongue when he realized who it was. "I'm just waiting for a few more results," he said. "I'll be ready to explain what I've found out in a few minutes." With that said, he turned back to what he was working on. Catherine pulled up a stool to wait and the others followed suit.
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Gil ushered Lacey into his town house. "You can take my bed, if you want to take a nap."
"Thanks. That sounds like a good idea. Where will you sleep?" she asked.
"I can take a nap on the couch," he replied, leading her down the hallway, to the bedroom.
"Are you sure?" she asked as he turned down the bed. "I don't mind taking the couch."
"Don't worry about it." He rummaged through his dresser and pulled a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Handing them to her, he said, "You can where these. I'll see if I can swing by your house after work in the morning and pick up some things for you." Lacey nodded and headed to the bathroom to change.
Sinking onto the couch, Gil rubbed a hand over his face. It was a long day and he was getting a migraine. Debating the merits of getting up to get his medication, he was interrupted by a scream from the bedroom. His heart racing a mile a minute, he leaped off the couch and was in the bedroom in seconds. He calmed down when he saw that Lacey was just having a nightmare. Hurrying to her side, he gently shook her awake. "Lacey, wake up. It's just a nightmare."
"Daddy?" she said sleepily, causing Gil's heart to ache for her.
"It's Uncle Gil," he said softly. Lacey's eyes focused on his and the day's events slowly made their way back into her mind. As her eyes filled with tears, Gil pulled her close, rubbing her back gently. When she had stopped crying, he pulled back and said, "You should try to get some more sleep."
"No," she said, shaking her head vigorously.
"All right. Well, why don't we watch some TV?" Lacey nodded and the pair went into the living room.
As they watched comedy reruns, Gil noticed Lacey starting to nod off. Grabbing a pillow and placing it in his lap, Gil encouraged her to lie down. As he gently stroked her hair, her breathing evened out and he knew that she was asleep.