A/N okay I'm really pissed off now because I had typed all this lovely stuff and then accidentally deleted it. And then I messed up the undo button by accidentally pasting something else and then deleting it. So yeah now I have to retype everything. I'll try to make it just like the one I had before but their might be some changes. May not be.

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Dedication: all the reviewers of Home Invasion (hope to read more of your reviews) and all the readers (hope to here your thoughts and ideas)

Catherine Willows sat on the love seat her legs pulled up to her side next to her fiancé Gil Grissom. He had his legs up on the coffee table in front of them. Lindsey was sitting between them on the ground using his legs as an arm rest. That was something she continued to smile about. They were all watching 'A Bugs Life' curtsey of Gil. As she watched her mind traveled to all the things that had been happening lately.

There was Eddie's constant complaints of the marriage. He kept telling her he had a say in it since it would involve his daughter's life. She knew the real reason he was upset was because Lindsey was calling Gil daddy now and him dad instead. She also knew that would change soon to 'your not my dad' or 'dad' or 'Gil' or something along those. Before she and Gil even made it official they had talked to her about it and she agreed. They all knew there was a long road a head of them that would probably have a bunch of speed bumps ahead of them. And they knew they would get through them together.

Their first speed bump was the trials of Mitch and Mike. Both were still in the hospital so the trials were being held back a bit. Both trials would be held at the same time. She knew the lawyer they each had chosen and knew it was not a good thing. Many times this lawyer had made her look bad on the stand, referring to her past many times, along with other criminalist. Tony's testimony would be squashed easily and Gil's most likely would also. She believed the others also would have theirs squashed. The only person she could actually count on was Lindsey and she wasn't even sure if that was enough. Gil tried to reassure her many times, saying Eddie might testify but she doubted it all.

Tony's trial had happened very quickly. The DA had only made it manslaughter, since it wasn't premeditated and was done to protect one of their own. He plead guilty and explained everything in front of the judge, going all the way back to the first victim. After reviewing the first case the judge sentenced him to one year of prison, which would be served only on the weekends. He had community service and also had to report to a parole officer morning, afternoon, and night. Catherine had thanked and hugged him after the trial.

"Cath," Gil said breaking into her thoughts. "Don't worry about the trial okay."

"I can't help it," she whispers back leaning in closer to him. "I just sense this is all going to go wrong."

"I know baby but you have to remain confident otherwise it will. We have so many people testifying against them there is no need to worry," she tries to believe him but she can't. Something in the back of her mind keeps telling her it's not over. That they will be back. He leans in to give her a kiss just as Lindsey jumps up in between them.

"Sorry did I interrupt," her voice showed she knew she did.

"No," Catherine smirked and began tickling her. Soon Gil was in on it and then Lindsey escaped. The movie was forgotten as a pillow fight erupted.

-That Night-

Lindsey was staying with her dad as they went into the lab. Gil went straight to his office while Catherine got their messages. Gil had none and she had fifty. Forty eight from reporters, news people, talk shows, and other people, one from Lindsey and one from Eddie. She also had a large vase filled with yellow lilies. Taking the vase and her messages she made her way to the break room where the junior CSIs and Greg were.

"Damn that's a lot of messages," Nick exclaimed.

"Forty eight from reporters talk shows, or anything along those lines. One from Linds and one from Ed," she says sitting down. Reading Lindsey's she smiled. She wanted her to pick up her project and bring it to the school since she left it at Gil's house. Eddie's though made her groan. He was complaining again.

"Aw lilies," Sara said.

"Hate them," Catherine groaned. "Nearly everyone knows that." Grabbing the card she read it. Blood slowly drained from her face. All noticed the sudden paleness of her skin and got worried. Before anyone could say anything Gil entered.

"Nick smash and grab. Sara another smash and grab. Cath 'Rick your with me," he said handing the perspective slips over and then walking out. Everyone left but Warrick and Catherine.

"Cath. What's the card say?"

"Nothing," she said grabbing the vase and putting the card in it. Going to the locker room she placed it in her locker then shut the door. Warrick watched wondering if he should tell Grissom. The entire trip to the crime scene was silent. When they got there Warrick went to do the preliminary while Catherine looked at a familiar household and Gil went towards Brass. She soon joined them.

"Eddie lives right next door," she said. "Brass what do we got?"

"Nine year old girl," he says as they head into the house. Everything was a mess. Glass and furniture all over the place. And who could miss the blood. "Her names Anna Grindell. Mother, Patricia Grindell, came home from visiting her family after not receiving any calls for an entire week. Lots of blood and bugs."

"Joy," Catherine said as Gil's face lit up. "How is it that not one person noticed this girl wasn't alive or was in trouble for an entire week?"

"Let's see she has an alcoholic and addict on one side of her house and a known drug user and seller on the other," Brass said. "Plus the mom said the only time she left the house was when Lindsey was visiting Eddie."

"What?" she grabbed his notes and read them allowed. "'Lindsey was like an angel to her. Always treated her like a sister. Sometimes convinced her dad to let her spend the night. I know its odd to trust him more seeing how he is when Lindsey isn't around and how he was during the marriage with his wife, I only know due to the other neighbors, but compared to my own husband I would allow him to adopt her if he wanted. Who's going to tell Lindsey? I can't.' Gil?"

"Go talk to the mother," he said. "Then document the splatter."

"Thanks," she handed the notes back over. Leaving her kit where it was she left the house and looked around for Patricia. She spotted her standing in Eddie's yard. The women had long brown hair pulled back in a pony tale and was wearing a black silk skirt, black high heals, and a blood red spaghetti strap belly shirt. She was watching what was going on in her house and yard but when she noticed Catherine walking over to her she grew tense and focused on her.

"Who are you," she asked her voice hoarse and weak from crying earlier.

"Mrs. ... Patrica," she looks into her bright green pained eyes and held back tears. "I'm Catherine Willows with the Crime Lab."

"The one from the news. Lindsey's mother," she said. That first sentenced pained me. It was the fifteenth time she had been referred to that way, only by suspects and witnesses. Lawyers were beginning to refer to her like that also when they first meet. She'll run into the lawyer in the hall and introduce themselves and their eyes will widen and then they say that line. Then their clients would say it. Everyone knew it was bugging her but she couldn't stop it and neither could they.

"Yeah," she sighs. "Can you ... can you tell me if you touched anything?"

"I ... I just walked into the house and grew scared. I thought to leave them for a short period of time would help them grow closer. Guess two weeks wasn't short enough huh," tears formed in her eyes. "I didn't touch anything that I remember. All I remember is her bo ... body. I used Eddie's phone to call the police. Lindsey asked me what was wrong but I couldn't ... I couldn't tell her. I just broke down into tears and left his house. Lindsey knew what happened in the house a lot and did her best to keep her safe. I guess this time it didn't work. Then again she was probably trying to protect you at the time. It took me a week to realize the reason for them not calling was not because of what happened to you Ms. Willows but something else. I came home as soon as I could and found her."

"I'm so sorry." To her surprise Patrica burst into tears and fell into her arms right then and their. She held her until Gil and an officer walked over and relived her of that duty. Patrica easily went to the officer who lead her over to one of the patrol cars and sat her in the front seat.

"Cath I'm having Brass have one of the officers bring Lindsey and Eddie to the lab along with Patrica. It think it be easier to question them their then any where else," he says.

"Yeah," she walks around him and into the house. He went up to the body to collect the bugs while she went into the living room to try to find where it started. She found out she was right in assuming the living room and began to document and photograph the blood splatter. After she finished that room she moved to the dining room and then Warrick started processing behind her. All he had to do was look for trace and photograph the damage to the furniture and collect what ever he could since she collected swabs of the blood splatter as she went. That's how it went she finishes a room and he would move in to collect if he was ready.

When she finally got to the room she had seen so many photos of the girl she could almost picture her at the first stages of death. Flies swarmed around her body and maggots crawled in and on her. Other bugs were their also. In her right hand was the telephone gripped tightly. She made a note to find out if she had been able to call anyone. What she did notice was that her thumb was on the one button. 'She was calling for help,' she bites her tongue to keep from crying. Photographing and documenting the blood pools she found in the bathroom she then let David in. He removed the body and she realized all that she had just photographed was one huge blood pool under the vic. Documenting and photographing that she waited.

"Is 'Rick done," Gil asked her coming to his feet.

"Yep," Warrick said. "Already brought mine and Cath's evidence out to the car. Shall we get going?"

"Yeah," they said at the same time. Thirty minutes later they were walking into the lab dropping off evidence. Nick and Sara were already in the break room. They looked at a clock and found they had been processing for three and a half hours. Meaning they had three people sitting around waiting to be questioned and talked to for that long. After dropping their evidence off they went to get coffee.

"How's your cases," Catherine asked getting to the coffee first. She poured three mugs and handed one to each of her colleagues. All took a sip at the same time and sighed with content. Greg had just recently made a pot of his special blend of coffee.

"An officer called ahead to let us know you were coming. Greg noted the time and thought it be better to come back to good coffee then my coffee," Sara said. "And our cases are one."

"One," Warrick asked.

"Yeah turns out that the print found at both our scenes is the same," Nick filled in. "And they are only two blocks away and occurred exactly an hour apart. Witnesses described the same made and we have an APB out on him now along with an arrest warrant and a search warrant for him, his car, his house, or any other property he has we may not know about yet."

"Lucky," Warrick said. "We have a dead nine year old who got found a week after she was murdered in her own bathroom."

"Oh my," Sara said. "If you guys need any help I'm willing."

"We got all the help we need right now worry about your case," Grissom said. Catherine looked at him. He caught her eye and sighed. "Now or later it's up to you?"

"Its better to tell her now then later Gil you know that." Everyone looked at them.

"Tell who what," Warrick asked.

"Tell Lindsey that Anna is dead," Catherine informed. "The victim lived right next to Eddie. She and Lindsey were basically friends. According to the mother Lindsey knew the father was abusive and always tried to protect Anna. Was like an angel for her and treated her like a sister. She told Brass that if Eddie wanted to adopt Anna she would have let him. Told me that she thought two weeks away would bring the two closer together. Prime suspect is the husband."

"Wow," Nick said shocked. Catherine went to the fridge and got three cans of coke. She then left towards the room Brass was keeping the little group in. She walked in to find him drinking coffee and reading over a file at the table. Lindsey was sitting in Eddie's lap half asleep. Eddie was rocking back in forth in the chair reading a children's' books aloud to her. Patrica was sitting in another chair her knees pulled up to her chest. She had silent tears running down her eyes. Brass looked up at her.

"Wahoo Cath trying to spill something," He said rushing over and taking the cup of coffee and a can from her hands. "I was expecting Warrick or someone else."

"Don't worry," she smiled. Placing the drinks down and taking her coffee she looked at the file he was reading. "Reviewing?"

"Uh ... sorry," he shut it. "Just wanted to make sure everything was open and shut you know. Don't want the defense to find something and get them off."

"Good luck. Been through it ten times now," she smirks. "Gil leaves to many things out in the open."

"Ms. Willows," Patrica said her head popping up. "Ms. Willows why are we here?"

"We thought it be better to question you where no one could watch," she informed. Her eyes traveled to Eddie. He was looking at her with curious eyes. Lindsey was now awake.

"Cath I said all of us," Gil said entering with Warrick. Both were holding their coffee.

"I can handle it," she replied. "Trust me?"

"I do," he replies.

"Then go process the evidence. Find Mr. Grindell," she replied. He sighed.

"Fine but Brass stays," he smirked and left. Warrick did so too. Brass rolled his eyes and gave her a look.

"Mommy why am I here," Lindsey asked. "What is going on?"

"Lindsey," Catherine said her voice business like. "Lindsey you know Anna right?"

"Yes she lives next to dad," she smiled. Eddie looked at Catherine angrily. She ignored it.

"Sweetie. Anna died," she replied.

"She ... she did," she asked. Catherine sat down in a chair across from Lindsey. Patrica was in the seat next to her. She nodded her head and Lindsey began to cry.

"So why did you bring us here," Eddie asked.

"As I said earlier we believe it would be better to question you out of the public," her pager went off and she looked at it. Brass too looked at it.

"How many times has this happened Catherine?"

"This is the first Brass," she looked up at him.

"Inform the DA," he said.

"It's nothing to worry about," she replied placing her pager back on her pants.

A/N okay I'm going to stop this chapter here. Hope you like. This may be a long story I'm not sure yet. Please please please review.