August 15

NYPD Headquarters – Manhattan, New York

Detective Faith Miller sighed calmly as she stood in the room where Catherine, who had been brought from the mental hospital in Boston for the hearing, sat quietly and unwilling to look at her. Tears ran down Catherine's face as she sat there, comprehending that she had allowed harm to come to Nick simply because Edward had seduced her into helping him find his family under false pretenses.

"…Am I going to be held in jail until the hearing?" Catherine asked softly, her tired voice trembling.

Faith sighed softly, "I honestly don't know," she replied softly. "I was just told to sit with you."

Catherine nodded and trembled as she took a swig from the plastic glass of water she had been left with while they waited. The room was air-conditioned and Catherine was in warm clothes, but she felt cold and lifeless. She hadn't heard from Rick since they had talked on the phone and she wondered…

The door suddenly opened, "Yokas, bring Willows," a uniformed officer said. "To the foyer."

"I can't…" Catherine trembled anxiously, afraid to move. "I haven't eaten in two days…"

Faith frowned and Catherine sighed, "They kept me sedated during the ride," she explained softly.

"Mental hospitals have protocols that they're supposed to follow," Faith replied worriedly.

Catherine didn't say a word for a moment, "They thought I'd get violent if I was allowed to be awake, so they drugged me and strapped me to a gurney," she spoke shakily. "I've been off my routine since I heard MDPD closed the investigation on Lindsey and that just made them really, really upset…"

"Maybe I can get you something to eat once we go to the foyer," Faith replied in a kind voice.

Swallowing hard, Catherine slowly got up and kept close to Faith as the two of them followed the uniformed officer down the hallway. The foyer was quiet because it was early, but Grissom was there along with Mac and to Catherine's surprise, Rick was standing there in casual, but nice clothes.

Grissom frowned and immediately engaged in a whispered discussion with Mac while Catherine silently sank down on to an empty chair, absolutely exhausted from not having anything to eat or drink. She could hear Rick's voice as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness, but everything else was a blur.

"Carlos, are you listening to me?" Carlos heard Grace ask as he stared out the window in silence.

Carlos sighed, feeling unsure if he was ready to be back on the street despite getting medically cleared and cleared by the FDNY psychologist to go back to work. The media frenzy had died down, but Carlos occasionally got recognized at the grocery store or given kudos by people while at the park with his kids.

"Carlos?" Grace asked again, wondering if Carlos was lost in memories. "Carlos, please talk to me."

Carlos sighed and looked at Grace, "What?" he asked quietly, trying to act like he was feeling all right.

It was then that Carlos heard the siren, "Do we have a call?" he asked in a mystified voice.

Grace nodded, a worried expression on her face, "I know it's your first day back, but are you okay?" she asked in a concerned voice, relieved that she had chosen to ride with Carlos again when he returned.

"I'm fine," Carlos replied quietly, knowing Grace wasn't convinced. "I'm just adjusting to being back."

Grace silently pulled over in front of the NYPD Headquarters, "We're here," she said calmly. "Ready?"

Carlos nodded, but stayed quiet as he helped Grace gather the gear and followed her into the building, frowning when he saw Sergeant Stetler holding an anxious looking, semi-conscious woman who had visible injuries while Grissom, Faith, and Mac watched, "Back on the job, Carlos?" Faith asked calmly.

"This is my wife, Catherine," Rick cut in, knowing Carlos didn't need interrogations when he was doing his best to go back to normal living. "She's been in a mental hospital in Boston, but was brought here…"

Catherine suddenly whimpered and froze, "Rick, please," she whispered. "Not the hospital…"

"Cat, you're sick and hurt and I'm going to sue the living skittles out of those morons in Boston for doing this to you," Rick replied gently, but firmly. "I promise you you're not going back to that awful place, but you do need to go to the hospital and get treated so you feel better. I promise you I'm not leaving."

Catherine nodded and looked up at Carlos, "I…I've seen you on the news," she spoke slowly, giving him a once over before looking at his supplies. "You look so young in person. Are…are you going to help me?"

"Yes," Carlos replied quietly, shaken at being recognized. "My partner, Grace, and I will help you."

Catherine nodded and offered a relieved smile, keeping very quiet while Carlos and Grace did what they could for her, "Can you stand up, Catherine?" Grace asked kindly. "We've got a gurney here for you."

"Anything for Carlos," Catherine said in a shaky voice, gazing up at him. "He…he's so very brave."

NICU - Mercy Hospital

Bosco sighed softly as he followed Danielle into the NICU, both of them wearing gowns and gloves that the nurses had provided them, "Say hello to Michael and Emily," Danielle said as they approached two bassinettes that were side by side and marked as Michael Maurice and Emily Rose Boscorelli.

Swallowing hard, Bosco eyed the babies nervously, "Hi," he said quietly. "I'm…I'm your dad…"

The nurses on duty silently watched as Bosco sighed, being super gentle as he touched both of them and spoke quietly, "They're so little," Bosco spoke softly, gazing at Danielle. "I'm sorry I wasn't here."

"Maurice, don't apologize," Danielle replied in a gentle voice. "You weren't able to fly."

Bosco nodded, but he still looked troubled as he gazed at the babies, "They're both gaining weight and I hope they'll be able to come home soon," Danielle explained gently. "They look so much like you."

Michael cooed and suddenly raised his arms up as if trying to reach out to Bosco, "He wants you to hold him," Danielle explained gently, smiling as a nurse came over. "Can Maurice hold Michael?"

The nurse nodded, "Um, how do I hold a baby?" Bosco asked nervously. "I've never done it."

"Have a seat in the rocking chair," Danielle replied gently, pointing to a rocking chair nearby.

Bosco silently did as he was told and Danielle gently lifted Michael out of his bassinette, "Michael's been the more introverted one," Danielle explained quietly as she brought him over. "Support his head."

Michael cooed and reached for Bosco's face, unaware that Danielle had gotten her phone out and had taken several photos of them, "Hey there, Mikey," Bosco spoke gently, leaning forward so Michael could touch him without difficulty. "He…he reminds me of Mikey and I'm feeling good about being here."

Danielle nodded and Bosco gave Michael a gentle kiss before handing him back to Danielle, "And here's Emily, Officer Boscorelli," the nurse said, handing Emily to him. "They're both doing very well."

"Hey there, Emily," Bosco said softly, smiling as Emily cooed. "I'm so happy to see you too."

Danielle quickly returned Michael to his bassinette before using her phone to take a picture of Maurice and little Emily, "I'm sorry to cut this moment short, but the babies need their rest," the nurse spoke up.

Bosco nodded and kissed Emily's forehead before passing her to the nurse, "Come on," Danielle said.

Nodding, Bosco got up and followed Danielle out of the NICU, "Hey, Dani, are there any support groups or counselors taking new patients?" Bosco asked as he discarded his gown and gloves in a bin.

"I know of a place and I researched it, but I didn't want to bring it up until you were ready," Danielle replied, quickly discarding her gown and gloves. "I know you took leave til fall for a reason."

Bosco sighed, "I'm not emotionally ready to go back," he admitted quietly. "I need counseling."

Nodding, Danielle put an arm around her husband and held him close as they left the hospital.

Miami-Dade Crime Lab/Miami-Dade Police Department – Miami, Florida

"I failed the requalification, didn't I?" Eric asked in a depressed voice as he watched Emily look over the sheet that he had just practiced shooting from to requalify for a firearm. "I've been trying…"

Emily sighed, "I know, Eric," she replied calmly. "You've been working really hard at your rehab."

"I can't go back in the field without requalifying for a firearm," Eric replied in a concerned voice.

Emily nodded and gazed at Eric, "You could still work in the lab," she replied calmly.

"In a limited capacity," Eric said in a discouraged voice. "Peeking at things under a scope."

Emily gently patted Eric's hand, "You're doing so much better than you were, Eric," she replied in a gentle voice. "A couple weeks ago, you weren't able to eat by yourself and now look where you are."

"You're right," Eric replied softly, sighing. "Sorry, I still have mood swings sometimes…"

Emily sighed and put the sheet in Eric's personal folder, "I know and you probably will for the rest of your life," she spoke gently. "The good news is that you'll probably be able to take back guardianship of yourself by September if you keep progressing the way you are. I would advise, however, that you live with a roommate for a little while or your parents so you can have reminders if you need them."

"Thank you," Eric replied quietly, gently hugging Emily simply because her help comforted him.

Emily silently returned the hug and stood as Eric got to his feet, "I'll talk to Horatio about getting you on light lab duty, but you have to keep up with your rehab schedule," she said firmly. "Promise me."

"I promise," Eric replied softly. "My dad's waiting out in the car. I should go home and rest."

Emily nodded and watched Eric leave before she packed his file up and returned it to the drawer where she kept her patient files locked up. She knew Eric was doing well, but he still had a ways to go.

Sighing, Emily got up from her desk and turned out the lights before locking up her office to go see how Ryan was doing being back at work. He had gratefully accepted Horatio's offer to work shifts in the lab because he knew the chemo might trigger symptoms that would make him a liability in the field.

It didn't take Emily long to get to the lab and she found Ryan in the break room seated on the couch with a smoothie in hand looking tired, "Lab's slow right now, so I thought I'd eat," Ryan said quietly.

Emily nodded, "You should try eating," she replied softly. "You threw up last night, didn't you?"

"Jesse Cardoza's got a big mouth," Ryan muttered. "He lives in the apartment next door."

Emily sighed, "Jesse's going to be a good hire," she replied softly. "He's training under Tim."

Ryan nodded and sighed, "Horatio's being good about not spreading it around the department," he said in a tired voice. "I've been trying my best to hide it here at work, but people are starting to notice."

"I don't know why you're keeping it a secret," Emily replied softly. "You could use the support."

Feeling tired, Ryan finished the smoothie and set the glass on the coffee table just as Alexx came into the break room with Jason, who had recently got a janitorial job at the department because he wanted police protection, "Oh, hey there, Uncle Ryan," Jason said kindly. "How…how are you feeling today?"

Alexx gave Ryan a look as if she was studying him intently, "Oh," Jason said in an anxious voice, realizing that his uncle had been keeping his sickness a secret. "Did you know I've been working for…?"

"Are you sick, baby?" Alexx asked in a concerned voice, eyeing Ryan. "You look a little tired."

Ryan sighed and Emily gave him a look, "I, uh, have thyroid cancer, Alexx," he admitted softly.

Alexx's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything, "I'm undergoing chemotherapy right now and Horatio's letting me do lab duty when I feel well enough," Ryan continued softly. "I…uhh."

Forcing herself not to cry, Alexx sat on the couch and gently hugged Ryan, "Oh, baby, no," she replied in an anxious voice, tears streaming down her face. "After all you've been through, you've got cancer?"

Ryan sighed heavily, silently allowing Alexx to cry and hug him because he really needed the support.

Mercy Hospital – Manhattan, New York

"Thank you so much for your help, sweet Carlos," Catherine said in a relaxed voice as Carlos and Grace unloaded her from the ambulance and rolled her into the ER. "I feel safer with you helping me."

Carlos nodded, but didn't say anything as Dr. Fields and nurses came over to the gurney and whisked Catherine away into a trauma room. During the ride, Catherine had told him that she knew Bernard was dead via euthanasia and thanked him profusely for doing what he did to rid the world of that evil. He had quietly listened because Catherine had allowed him to give her IV's and oxygen that way.

"…Thank you," Carlos suddenly heard Rick telling Grace as footsteps approached. "You and Carlos…"

Swallowing hard, Carlos silently went outside and sat in the back of the ambulance because he didn't want to talk about Bernard or hear how awesome he was for killing an evil man. He had considered taking paid leave til fall, but Holly was working nights teaching EMS classes and looking after Tommy and Kyle in the day just so they could make ends meet. The donations from FDNY had helped keep the family going and had been invested to pay for school fees and necessities, but even those were running low.

Footsteps neared the ambulance and Carlos sighed, "I don't want to discuss it, Grace," he said firmly.

"What are you doing back on the job so soon, Carlos?" Rick asked as he neared the rig. "You…"

Carlos frowned as he looked up at Rick, "The money you gave Holly helped and we got some donations from FDNY, but the cost of living with two kids and medical expenses in Florida that need paying are quite a bit," he replied in a tired voice. "I…I didn't know you were married. Were you married before?"

"My wife has some mental health issues and we've been separated for a long time, but I have custody of our kids and guardianship over my wife," Rick replied calmly. "She's here for legal reasons and…"

Carlos sighed, "I'm sick of being called a hero for killing a murderer and rapist," he replied sharply.

Instead of being offended by Carlos's sharp tone, Rick nodded and remained standing by the rig.

Plaza Hotel

Grissom sighed as he entered the lobby and saw Greg seated on the center bench looking tired and worried, "Hey there, Gris," Greg spoke in a tired voice. "Nick's just using the bathroom…I think."

Nodding, Grissom joined Greg on the bench, "I know Nick was supposed to come by himself and be discreet, but he had a small panic attack when I was helping him pack," Greg explained quietly. "He didn't want to come deal with this and face Catherine by himself, so I packed some stuff."

"That's good," Grissom replied calmly. "In situations like this, it's better for support to be present."

Greg nodded and watched as Nick moved away from the desk and brought their rolling suitcases over to the bench, "We're good," Nick said quietly. "The bellboy offered to take my bag, but…"

"It's fine," Greg replied quietly, standing up. "Gris just came to say hello."

Nick nodded, but didn't say anything else for a few moments, "Nick, I was wondering if you'd like to meet up with Danielle and her kids at some point while you're here?" Grissom asked kindly.

"Danielle's still here?" Nick asked in a surprised voice. "I thought for sure she'd leave again."

Grissom sighed, "Edward Addison was killed, so there's no need for her and her kids to run anymore," he explained in a patient voice. "Besides, she married a NYPD beat cop in last December…"

"Wait, you mean the cop on the news that was raped in Miami?" Nick asked quietly. "Boscorelli?"

Greg's eyes widened, "I told you not to follow that case cause it would keep you up at night," he said.

Nick scoffed, "I've had sleeping issues since the attack, so the TV was something to keep me busy," he replied in an annoyed voice. "I'm glad Danielle is doing well, but if she knew what happened to me…"

"She and her husband would want to help," Grissom cut him off. "They both understand it."

Nick looked at the floor and nodded, "If they say they wanna see me, sure," he replied softly.

"I'll call them and see what they say," Grissom replied quietly. "When did you last eat?"

Nick sighed, "Your irritability leads me to believe that your blood sugar is low," Grissom replied.

"I thought you ate on the plane," Greg commented worriedly. "I gave you those cookies…"

Nick sighed, "I haven't eaten in about four days, Greggo," he admitted softly. "Every time I tried, I just threw it up, so it was just easier to not eat. I haven't been able to keep water down for two days."

Greg's eyes widened as Nick's legs buckled and Grissom quickly grabbed him before he collapsed, "Go get the concierge to call for paramedics, Greg," Grissom said as he helped Nick sit on the couch. "Easy."

Nodding, Greg ran off towards the desk, "Gris, I honestly tried to eat," Nick spoke in a shaky voice.

"I know," Grissom replied calmly, keeping a hold of Nick. "I'm glad you didn't come here alone."

Nick sighed shakily, "I don't want people staring," he spoke shakily. "I want to be in my room."

"You can't even stand on your own," Grissom argued softly as he heard wailing sirens. "Just sit."

Nick reluctantly remained where he was, frowning when Carlos and Grace came through the door as Greg sauntered back over, "You're Carlos Nieto," Nick said, recognizing Carlos from the news. "I…I didn't know you survived what happened down there. I know that guy died, but I thought he killed you…"

Carlos suddenly felt calmer, as Nick's reaction was telling him that people cared enough about his mental health and wellbeing to worry, "I haven't been able to keep food down for four days and I've been throwing up water for two," Nick said, quickly changing the subject. "I'm not feeling so great."

"You and your dad visiting from somewhere?" Grace asked gently, seeing the Vegas luggage tags.

Grissom looked amused, but Nick didn't reply, "Nick?" Grissom asked worriedly. "Nick?"

The stress of everything, however, had gotten to Nick and he found himself wavering between consciousness and unconsciousness, "Nicky!" Greg said in an anxious voice as Nick passed out.

Greg swore and watched as Grissom and Carlos lifted Nick to the gurney, "Greg, go put your and Nick's stuff in the room," Grissom said as he took the room key out of Nick's hand and handed it to Greg.

"It's bad enough that he had to come down here to testify against Catherine in court," Greg muttered.

Carlos froze and Grace's eyes widened in surprise, "That…we just took her to Angel of Mercy with her husband," Grace said in an anxious voice, suddenly recognizing Grissom. "She…she's on trial?"

"If Nick wakes up and finds out that Catherine's in the same hospital, he'll freak out worse than he did when you told him that he had to come testify," Greg mused. "Gris, he got bombed out of his mind…"

Grissom sighed, "Right, put his name down as Nick Grissom for your records," he said, gazing at Carlos intently as the two paramedics checked Nick's vitals. "It's imperative that his identity be kept secret."

Carlos nodded, "Greg, we're going to do a little roleplaying," Grissom said calmly. "You up for it?"

"New York Presbyterian's the closest hospital," Grace offered softly. "Are you riding with him?"

Grissom nodded, "I paid with my credit card so the room's under my name," Greg said quietly.

"Good," Grissom replied calmly. "As of right now, you are Nick Grissom's half-brother and I need you to go up to your room with the bags and stay there til I call. Order room service if you get hungry."

Greg nodded and Grissom followed Carlos and Grace outside, "Refer to him as Nick Grissom when you bring him in," Grissom said as he reached into Nick's pocket and took his wallet. "Just trust me."

"John Sullivan wasn't Catherine's only victim, was she?" Carlos asked in a quiet, somber voice.

Grissom shook his head, but didn't speak, "Right, let's do this," Carlos said in a firmer voice as he helped Grace load Nick in the back. "Grace, I'll take care of this patient if you want to do some more driving."

"Alright," Grace replied in a calm voice, relieved to see that Carlos was starting to get his footing again.

Crime Victims Treatment Center

"Faith told me about this place back when I ran away from Edward after being held hostage in that mucky cabin for two weeks," Danielle explained as she led Bosco into the building. "It's a safe haven for those who have been sexually assaulted and there are meetings and one-on-one counselors available."

Bosco sighed, "I brought John here a few times," Danielle continued softly. "He's doing a lot better…"

"I…" Bosco spoke shakily, suddenly feeling nervous. "I'm a cop, Dani. This isn't supposed to…"

Danielle gave him a look, "What, you're a cop, so that means bad things aren't supposed to happen to you?" she asked gently. "Maurice, you do realize I'm not going anywhere, right? Your tough guy act isn't going to work on me because I made promises when we got married and this doesn't change that."

"I…I still dream about it," Bosco replied softly, gazing at her. "I think I thrashed in bed last night."

Danielle sighed and gently pulled Bosco into an embrace, "Yeah, you did," she replied softly. "You were very careful not to kick me and then you started sleepwalking around the apartment and ended up on the window seat where you stayed. John was up checking his blood sugar and he saw you there, but he came and got me. We got you back to bed and you stayed there for the rest of the night."

Bosco's eyes widened, "I keep a double lock on the apartment for a reason," Danielle spoke softly.

Nodding, Bosco looked around and walked over to a desk where an older lady was working, "Um," he said in a nervous voice. "I was wondering if there was someone here to talk to about…"

The lady looked up at Bosco and smiled, prompting Bosco to cringe and feel panicked, "Sir?" she asked worriedly, seeing the rapid change in Bosco's expression as she stood up. "Sir, are you all right?"

"Could you please take us somewhere quiet?" Danielle asked softly. "My husband needs it."

Bosco suddenly felt warm hands on him and felt himself being guided down the hallway of the center, his mind a blur, "…Panic attacks are sadly very normal," he heard a kind voice say. "You can sit in here."

Suddenly, Bosco felt himself being sat on a couch, "I'm sorry," he finally breathed. "I don't know…"

Danielle sighed, "I asked the clerk to get someone you could talk to about it," she replied softly.

Bosco nodded, deeply embarrassed that he was to the point where he was having panic attacks and flashbacks in public, "Hello there, sir," a male voice said as a grey-haired guy in scrubs suddenly entered the room and settled himself on the couch. "Linda said you were panicking in the foyer."

"Yeah," Bosco replied quietly as Danielle squeezed his hand. "My wife says this place helps…"

The man nodded, "I'm Doctor Hammerback," he replied calmly. "I don't work here full time; I work some shifts here because I genuinely care about people, but I mostly see bodies in the Crime Lab."

"You're not a psychologist?" Bosco asked in a surprised voice. "I thought this was a treatment center."

Dr. Hammerback gave Bosco a look, "I've been trained in Crisis Counseling and I've been helping out here since this place opened," he replied calmly. "I know others from the Crime Lab also volunteer here as Crisis Counselors from time to time and it's been helpful to so many…especially since 9/11."

Bosco nodded, "I…I was one of the responders to that," he replied quietly. "It was rough."

Dr. Hammerback nodded, "Would you like a tour of the place today or would you just like to talk?" he asked, sensing that Bosco was here for help. "Some people prefer to talk while they're engaged in activities, so we have therapy stations for that throughout the centre, but some just want to talk."

"Maurice, I think you need to talk to him on your own," Danielle spoke gently, releasing his hand.

Bosco frowned, "You'll open up more if I'm not here because you think I'll hurt if I hear every detail over and over, so you'll give an abbreviated version," Danielle explained gently. "You need to open up about it fully if you're wanting to go back to work in the fall. I'll be right outside waiting, so take your time."

Realizing that Danielle was right, Bosco nodded and Danielle silently went into the hallway, closing the door behind her. She silently moved down the hallway to the couch and bookshelves, silently plucking a book off the shelf before she sat and opened it, intending to continue her own healing while she waited for him to be done. As she sat there, however, her cell-phone began to buzz ever so quietly.

New York Presbyterian Hospital

Carlos yawned; it was barely noon and he was already wiped even though he was on shift until three that afternoon. After he and Grace had delivered Nick into the care of the doctors, Carlos had sequestered himself in the break room for some coffee and time to think about the day's events.

"You're doing great, Carlos," Grace said calmly as she came into the break room. "I'm pleased."

Carlos nodded and sighed as he finished his cup of coffee, "Um, that Grissom guy wants to talk to you," Grace said in a confused voice. "He won't tell me why, but he's in the trauma room right now."

Deeply confused, Carlos nodded and silently left the break room, keeping quiet as he approached the trauma room. He could see Grissom sitting in a straight-backed chair beside a gurney where Nick was asleep wrapped in heated blankets with IV's littering his arms and an oxygen mask over his face.

Suddenly, Carlos found himself unwilling to go in and he just stood there, silently watching as Grissom talked on his cell-phone wearing a contemplative expression. He watched as Grissom ended the call, looked at Nick, and then looked right at him as if wondering why he was just standing there.

Swallowing hard, Carlos silently entered the room, "Please, no comments about the news or those crap tapes they showed of me euthanizing Bernard Marquez," he said before Grissom could speak. "I did it after being tortured by morphine and having a gun pointed at my head for days without any rest."

Grissom looked surprised, "I'm the Head of Victims Assistance, Carlos, not some hyperactive reporter looking for a story out of your pain," he replied calmly. "I'm hoping you're seeing a counselor."

"I got cleared to go back to work and it's kinda weird going back to the FDNY counselor afterwards because then they second guess your readiness," Carlos replied quietly. "I take long walks with my wife in the evenings and we talk about stuff. She thinks I need a counselor too, but they cost money."

Grissom nodded, "You know Victims Assistance provides counselors and funding for counselors, right?" he asked calmly, sensing Carlos's nervous. "Have you had a chance to eat something on shift?"

"No," Carlos replied quietly, frowning when he saw Nick's hand move under the blankets. "Sir?"

Grissom frowned as Nick's eyes opened and he immediately tried to get up, "Nick, stay down," he said in a firm voice, seeing that Nick was disoriented and confused. "You're in the ER and you're safe."

Still frightened, Nick tried to fight Grissom off and knocked the mask off, "Get off of me, Edward," Nick mumbled in a faint voice as he tried to sit up only to find that he couldn't. "Why are you doing this?"

Grissom froze and immediately pulled back, frowning as Nick started crying softly because he was unable to move, "I'm not going to tell you where Danielle is," Nick whimpered. "Please…stop…"

Carlos froze at the mention of Danielle and Nick screamed, trying to pull himself away, "What's going on in here?" Dr. Fields asked in an angry voice, frowning as Nick started trembling and sobbing semi-consciously even though nobody was touching him or talking to him. "Is…what's he doing?"

"Hallucinating a past trauma because of low blood sugar," Grissom replied in a worried voice. "He was assaulted and raped at his home in Las Vegas a few years ago and he's hallucinating about that."

Dr. Fields nodded as Nick let out a muffled scream as if his mouth was gagged, prompting the monitor to blip. Knowing he had to tread carefully so not to prompt a more violent reaction, Dr. Fields silently tiptoed to the medical cupboard and silently began preparing a sedative to help calm Nick down.

Nick suddenly started wheezing, however, and he quickly went limp, "He's not breathing!" Carlos said in an anxious voice, his paramedic training kicking in as he rushed over to Nick and began doing CPR.

There was a heavy silence and Nick suddenly sputtered and coughed with his eyes wide, "What?" he asked in an anxious, confused voice as he eyed Carlos wearily. "What…what's going on?"

"You stopped breathing and I gave you CPR," Carlos replied in a concerned voice.

Nick frowned and paled, "Did I hurt anyone?" he asked in a concerned voice. "Oh…Oh man."

"No, Nick, you didn't hurt anyone," Grissom spoke calmly, wondering if this had happened before.

Nick sighed and buried his face in his hands, deeply shaken as he began to cry quietly, "Shh," Grissom said quietly as he put his arms around Nick and held him tight. "It's all right, Nicky. It's all right."

"I'm not going to court like this; I can't," Nick breathed anxiously. "It'll wreck the case."

Grissom sighed, "Doctor Fields here is going to give you something to help you sleep, Nicky," he said.

Nick nodded and Dr. Fields quickly injected a sedative into one of the IV lines, sighing when Nick fell asleep in Grissom's arms. Grissom silently laid Nick down and silently dialed a number on his phone.

Miami-Dade Crime Lab/Miami-Dade Police Department – Miami, Florida

"I brought you lunch," Tim said as he came into the break room with a lunch bag and saw Ryan passed out on the couch under a blanket while Emily sat on the other couch, silently reading. "Chicken salad."

Emily smiled, "Cardoza's putting his stuff in his locker," Tim said in a quiet voice. "And Ryan's asleep…"

Tim silently set the lunchbox on the table and joined Emily on the couch, smiling when Emily gently kissed him, "Mm, very nice," he spoke softly, returning the kiss. "Last one I had was this morning."

Suddenly, Emily's cell-phone rang and she quickly answered it, frowning when she heard Grissom's voice on the phone saying hello and explaining that he needed her in New York immediately to counsel someone else who had been assaulted by Edward's orders, "Oh…oh man," Emily said softly. "I…"

"What?" Tim asked in a concerned voice, giving Emily a look as she suddenly looked very worried.

Emily sighed, "At some point before Edward Addison died, he assaulted someone else and that someone is in New York and needing counseling," she explained quietly. "Grissom wants me to fly up there."

Tim sighed, "We can get my parents to watch James and Julliet and I'll go with you since we really didn't get a honeymoon," he replied quietly. "I don't want you going to New York by yourself, Emily."

"Okay," Emily replied softly, grateful that Tim cared so much. "Go get time off from Horatio…"

Tim nodded and quickly hurried from the break room to Horatio's office, relieved to see that Horatio was in there with Robert, who had BJ, Lenny, AND Adam with him, "H, got a moment?" he asked.

"Sure," Horatio replied calmly as he stood up. "Robert, BJ, Lenny, Adam, I'll be right back."

Tim sighed as Horatio came into the hallway, "That Grissom guy from Victims Assistance called Emily and needs her to come to New York like today," Tim explained quietly. "I guess there was another victim of Edward Addison's abusive tendencies who recently resurfaced and he needs counseling, I guess."

Horatio frowned, but nodded silently, "I don't want Emily going alone," Tim continued. "I need time off."

For a moment, Horatio was quiet and finally nodded, "I can get Robert to cover your shifts since he's qualified," he replied calmly. "Go tell your wife you have time off and enjoy your trip, Speed."

Nodding, Speed silently retreated down the hallway and Horatio returned to his office to find that Robert was talking softly to the boys, "…I want my daddy," Lenny spoke in a worried voice.

"Your dad went to New York, Lenny," Robert replied softly. "I think he told you that."

Lenny nodded, "I'm going to switch the luggage to your Hummer, Uncle Horatio," Robert said softly as he stood up and fixed his jacket and tie. "Boys, I want you to stay here with Horatio, all right?"

"Do you have your gun?" Horatio asked in a concerned voice. "Have it at the ready."

Nodding, Robert silently stepped out into the hallway and drew his gun as he silently walked down the hallway and took the elevator down to the lobby. He had been nervous for days since his father often parked near the PD buildings and watched him as he came to and left work for several days now. Bobby had been concerned enough ask Natalia for help in moving to a safehouse just until Rick came back. She had agreed and Bobby had packed things for himself and the boys and they would head there later.

Blue skies and bright sunlight greeted Robert as he stepped outside and he smiled as he saw Natalia get out of her car to come to work, "Miss Boa Vista," he said in a pleasant voice. "How are you doing?"

Natalia smiled as she walked over to Robert, "Detective Caine," she replied gently. "I'm doing fine."

Suddenly, a dark van pulled up in front of the precinct, "Go inside," Robert whispered anxiously.

Seeing fear in his eyes, Natalia silently walked off without speaking as the van door opened and an older version of Bobby with black hair got out of the van, "Still working as a cop, I see," the man said.

Robert eyed his father suspiciously, "You do not look happy to see your father?" Dimitri asked coldly.

Natalia hurried inside the door and her eyes widened as she saw a hand with a gun poke out of the darkened van. Ignoring the trembling in her body, Natalia ran over to the crisis alarm and hit it.

Alarms flooded the building and Natalia screamed as Dimitri grabbed Robert's hand and slammed it into the side of the van, forcing him to drop the gun, "Shoot eet up," Dimitri growled as he picked up the gun and shot Bobby straight in his Kevlar vest. "Try to run, Robert, and I will miss ze vest next time."

Masked men slowly poured out of the van brandishing machine guns as Robert began to feel faint from being hit, wincing as he felt himself being tossed into the back of the van. Dimitri slammed the door shut and climbed into the passenger seat, ordering the driver in Russian to take off from there at full speed.

As the van tore off away from the department property, the masked men began to fire their guns at the glass windows of the department and lab buildings, creating a hail of glass as screams filled the air.

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