A/N: Well I'm back with another story. It's kinda angsty and sad and depressing. But despite all that, I hope you still read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I dont own anything except and plot.

The police lights flashed out across the dark Las Vegas night. Police officers milled out around the front of a property, the lights flashing across their faces and illuminating the area. A few news reporters also hung around, desperate for the latest scoop of the latest case. Crime scene tape secured the property, and a CSI Denali sat near the police cars. It looked like another ordinary crime scene is Las Vegas. But this was no ordinary case.

Gil Grissom and Catherine Willows made their way up the small slope to front of an abandoned warehouse, a popular choice of place to dump unwanted bodies. A police officer guarded the front, and with a nod to him, both of the CSI's stepped inside.

It was cold inside the warehouse, and Catherine shivered as she saw the first piece of evidence; the first clue that this was like the others. A pair of underwear lay at the entrance, and she swallowed painfully at the sight.

This is just like the others… god damn it!

Grissom gently grabbed her elbow, helping her side step the evidence. They continued their way across the empty space, noticing the other signs, but not acknowledging them. They both needed to know. The evidence could wait a minute longer.

Catherine could see the body now. She could tell that Grissom had noticed it too. He stiffened at her side, but continued on forwards.

They needed the proof.

With each step, they grew closer to the body, and with each step closer, Catherine's heart became heavier. And when she finally caught a closer look of the bruised and bloodied body, her heart dropped, and the hand that didn't hold her field kit clutched her mouth, trying but failing to stifle the gasp that rose from her throat.

"It's her, isn't it?" She gasped.

She wasn't asking the question. She'd known this face for 5 years, and there was no denying who lay there. She caught a look at Grissom. The supervisor's usually stoic face showed great shock, and grief. His hand rose to place it on Catherine's shoulder, comforting her.

"It's just sick," she choked out finally, tearing her eyes away from the body. "How could you do that to anyone, especially a-"

She was cut short, as a man's yell cut through the thick air. They both turned, and caught sight of Nick Stokes, desperately trying to make his way through the police officer barricades. Catherine stifled another gasp, but Grissom was all business again. He strode over to Nick, not wanting him inside the warehouse.

He didn't need to see this.

"Let me in there," Nick cried out. Grissom gently pushed him back.

"You need to go," Grissom told him forcefully. Nick just shook his head, standing his ground.

"Just tell me," he muttered angrily. "Just tell me if it's her…"

Grissom just shut his eyes, but that was all Nick needed.

"Oh God…"

Grissom immediately grabbed Nick's shoulder to keep him from collapsing, as the younger man grabbed his head in grief.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "It might be someone else."

Denial

Grissom nodded. "I'm sorry…"

Nick just shook his head. "I need to see the body."

"You know I can't do that Nick," Grissom said regretfully. "The crime scene is fresh…"

Nick shoved Grissom's hand off his shoulder. "How about, just for once, you stuff the crime scene!"

"Nick!"

Sara's voice startled them from behind, and they turned. Her clothes were rumpled. She'd slept in the same ones for days. Her hair was messy. Her eye's had dark rims around them.

She didn't look healthy.

"Is it her?"

Her voice sounded almost business like, slightly quivering with emotion. Nerves and hope. But as soon as Nick nodded his head, she crumbled. Her face screwed up, and she let out a cry and a gasp, breaking Grissom's heart.

They didn't deserve this.

No one deserved that.

Nick gathered Sara up into his arms, holding the distraught woman against him, stroking her back, and trying to keep himself together.

For Sara's sake

And their daughter's.

Who was lying dead in that warehouse.

TBC