Hey everyone! The amount of reviews I got is amazing. So many of you asked me to keep this going so here is the next chapter! I hope people are still reading. I am sooooo sorry for the long wait. School got crazy! Today is my last day and I only have one final so hopefully I'll have more time to write. Warning: one scene where Sara dreams Catherine was raped is in here but, it is not that graphic. I don't think it is anyway but just wanted to warn you in case. Please read and review! Thanks for all the encouragement!

Grissom wandered into the break room after speaking with Sara. He knew she needed to tell Lindsay on her own but, it still broke his heart. His fists clenched. Gilbert Grissom was not a violent man. He worked hard to use science and evidence to put some of humanities worst behind bars. He always depended on science and evidence. Now, all he wanted to do was find the person responsible for his best friend's death and use his knowledge of evidence to make sure his body was never found. Adam had no right to take her from him. No right to take her from her friends or her wife or her daughter. He had murdered her and possibly hurt her. The worst part of all of this was they had yet to find her body or her killer. Adam was still living his life and Catherine couldn't be laid to rest. The thought of Catherine having some shallow grave in the desert made Grissom sick. So much so that he needed to sit down. He felt something under him and sat up to pick it up. He looked at it. It was a magazine with a picture of Jennifer Aniston and her new boyfriend on the cover...

"Catherine, Brass wants you to meet him at Adam Crosby's house in an hour," Grissom said from the doorway. She had her head buried in a magazine and seemed to not have heard him. "Catherine!" She jumped.

"What?" she asked annoyed at being interrupted.

"Brass wants you to meet him in an hour. Adam Crosby's house. You remember how to get there?" Grissom asked. Catherine nodded. She stood up and handed him the magazine.

"Here Gil, educate yourself," she chuckled. He smiled at her teasing and stared at the cover. Shaking his head he threw it on the couch.

Grissom gently touched the cover of the glossy magazine. He tightened his grip on it and closed his eyes. Tears dripped from his eyes. A choked sob escaped his lips but, he couldn't find the energy to care. He didn't try to stop himself as more sobs wracked his body. His best friend was dead.

A short time after Grissom's sobs had subsided Warrick, Nick, and Greg joined him one by one in the breakroom. They all sat in different parts of the room. Warrick looked around at his friends. Grissom's eyes were red and his face was drawn. Greg was shaking slightly and was white as a sheet. Nick had his jaw clenched so hard he wouldn't be surprised if some of his teeth cracked. Warrick felt himself drowning in his own grief and opened his mouth,

"She caught me in the ladies room once," Warrick said chuckling softly. "I was so upset I didn't even know I was in the wrong bathroom."

Warrick splashed water on his face trying to regain control. He shut the water off and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a failure. He looked up at the clock. 5:12 A.M. 5:13 A.M. Catherine walked into the bathroom. She looked at Warrick surprised to find him at the sink. She had heard about his case and felt bad for him. They all had cases like those. He was like a brother to her and she hated seeing him doubt himself so much. He was a good CSI and a good man. She shut the door.

"Hey, you," She said.

"Hey."

"How, uh, are you holding up?" She asked.

"I'm fine," Warrick said shortly.

"You sure?" Catherine asked skeptically.

"Yeah," Warrick sighed.

"You're in the women's bathroom," Catherine said barely hiding her amusement. Warrick straightened up and looked around. Catherine smiled.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," Warrick said embarrassed. Catherine chuckled.

No, I ... I'm all for it," She said. Warrick looked at her and broke out into a grin.

They were all laughing when Warrick finished his story. Some color came back to Greg's face and Nick seemed to relax slightly. Grissom also noticed the change in his friends and wanted to keep the good memories in their minds.

"Well," he said, "She never caught me in the ladies room but she did find me trying to tie my own bow tie with a step by step instruction sheet I got off the internet," Grissom said laughing at the memory.

Grissom was fumbling with his tie and glancing down at his directions when he heard Catherine come up behind him.

"What are you doing?" Catherine asked amused.

"I'm going insane. I don't understand this diagram," Grissom said frustrated. He handed her the diagram.

"You don't need a diagram," She said sighing and shaking her head. She chuckled as he continued to struggle with it. "You need a woman," She said reaching around him and tying it for him. "I'm looking forward to your speech," She said sarcastically.

"It was like she knew I hadn't written one. Then I got called away and left her to deal with the crowd. I thought she was going to murder me right there," Grissom finished laughing heartily. Nick, Warrick, and Greg laughed along picturing an irate Catherine fuming at Grissom's back.

"You guys remember when Catherine and I had that case with the street racing teenagers?" Nick asked. They all nodded.

"Hey, wait, hang on Cath, give me a test fire, will you?" Nick said. Catherine smiled.

"Love to," Catherine aimed her pistol at Nick's helmet. The car alarm on Nick's car started going off. Nick smiled. Catherine smiled back. Nick quickly turned the car alarm off not liking the noise.

"I wired the target to the car's alarm system. Gotta make sure we hear it," Nick explained.

"Always thinking there, Nicky, aren't ya?" Catherine teased. Nick smiled and they got into their cars.

"Okay, remember full out the fifth then hit the nitrous and hang on," Nick said.

"You just try to keep up," Catherine smirked. They both revved their engines and started down the air strip. Catherine kept up with Nick's car and raised her gun to Nick's car. The alarm went off and Nick stopped his car. Catherine sped by him and then stopped her car and got out. Nick was laughing at her. She raised her arms in victory and Nick smiled.

"Thank you. Good night!"

They all laughed again. It felt good to remember the good times they had with her. It would be hard to wipe away what their own imaginations had given them about how she died but, this was a good start. They continued like that for hours. Grissom was enjoying listening to his friend's talk about Catherine and remembering her himself but, he was still worried about how Lindsay and Sara were doing.

Sara entered her home quietly knowing Lindsay would be in the kitchen doing homework. She wanted as much time to mentally prepare herself as possible. She walked further into the house trying to ignore the photographs on the wall. She entered the kitchen and saw Lindsay was indeed doing her homework. She looked up and saw Sara. Her eyes turned cold and she started picking up her books. She was upset with Sara and Catherine because they wouldn't let her go out last night. It staggered Sara for a moment just how much Lindsay looked like her mother. Her angry eyes flashed in intensity and looked so much like Catherine's it physically hurt Sara to look into them.

"Linds wait."

"No, not unless you're here to tell me you were wrong and letting me go out tonight," Lindsay said hotly. Sara grabbed her hand and dragged her into the living room. She pushed her into a sitting position and kneeled in front of her. Lindsay's heart raced as she saw her mother's red puffy eyes.

"Baby, there was an incident at work. Your mom went with Uncle Jim to get evidence at a suspect's house. He hit Uncle Jim over the head and shot him-" Lindsay tensed slightly. She wasn't really close with her Uncle Jim anymore but, she knew both her mothers cared for him.

"Is he going to be ok?" Lindsay asked.

"He's going to be fine. But, the suspect got angry when your mom tried to help Uncle Jim."

"Is she at the hospital too?" Lindsay asked her bottom lip beginning to quiver.

"No baby," Sara said her heart breaking.

"Then where is she?" Lindsay asked barely holding onto her emotions.

"We don't know."

"So, the suspect took her?" Lindsay asked sounding scared. Sara nodded.

"Uncle Jim told us that the suspect... that he stabbed her and then took her from the house,"

"So go find her," Lindsay said her voice cracking. Sara felt herself losing control.

"We found his car. Her blood is all over the backseat. I'm so sorry," Sara cried taking Lindsay in her arms. Lindsay clung to her with all her might.

"No! No, no, no," Lindsay sobbed. "I told her I hated her."

"She knew you didn't mean it baby," Sara whispered reassuringly.

"Oh God!" Lindsay screamed. "No! Mommy! I'm sorry I'm so sorry!" Sara stroked her hair.

"She knows baby, she knows."

Sara lay in bed later that night, her and Catherine's daughter curled up next to her. Lindsay had insisted on sleeping in her parent's bed even though Sara wanted to be nowhere near it. It had too many memories. She looked down at Lindsay and stroked her hair softly.

"I miss you so much baby. I don't know what we're going to do without you. It's not fair. The only comfort I take in any of this is that you're safe now and hopefully don't feel pain. I hope that bastard didn't touch you. Oh God I pray that wasn't the last thing you ever experienced. Watch over us baby. We love you," Sara said softly. She listened to the soft breathing of her daughter and slowly drifted off herself.

Adam walked into the alley he had been instructed to follow. He saw a man leaning up against the wall a short distance away. He was tall with tanned skin, a shaved head, and hard cold brown eyes. He had on a wife beater and shorts. His whole body was toned and muscular. You could practically see his stomach muscles beneath his shirt.

"You Mario?" Adam asked once he reached the man.

"Yea, Tony said you got a job for me," Mario said in perfect English with only a slight accent.

"I need someone to watch my," Adam smiled, "wife."

"Whoa," Mario said backing off "I'm not a body guard."

"That's not what I meant by watch. I'm wanted in America for killing my mistress. I saw this beauty processing the scene and knew I had to have her," Adam said handing Mario a picture. Mario looked down at the picture admiringly. "So I kidnapped her and brought her here. My problem my friend is she doesn't want to be here and I can't watch her all the time. That's where you come in."

"How much force can I use on her? She doesn't look like she's going to be easy to keep an eye on."

"You're right. She's got a mouth and the spirit to match. Don't kill her and be careful of the face."

"It is a work of art," Mario said smiling sadistically at the photo.

"So are you interested?"

"I am definitely interested," Mario said shaking Adam's outstretched hand. Adam smiled.

"Glad to hear it. Mario I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Would you like to meet her?"

"Lead the way boss."

He was ripping at her shirt. She tried to move away but pain ripped through her starting from her stomach and radiating throughout the rest of her body. She could feel the wetness from her blood spreading across her shirt. She cried out when he dragged her pants down. He slithered back up her body and started kissing her neck and running one hand over her breasts and the other up and down her legs. The sound of his zipper echoed throughout the room…

Sara bolted up sweat pouring off her body. Nausea rolled around in her stomach and she dashed to the bathroom. She shut the door and emptied the meager contents of her stomach. It was only a dream, she told herself. The worst dream she had ever had. The fear and pain on her wife's face was heartbreaking. Sara prayed again that Catherine hadn't been raped by that son of a bitch. She prayed with all her might that was not the last experience her wife had before she died.

Catherine stared at her image in the mirror. She could hear Adam and her new warden talking in the living room. Her gaze momentarily drifted to the window. Adam had nailed shut the windows and a put padlock on the front and back doors. She was successfully locked in. Adam's laughter jolted her from her thoughts and forced her gaze to the open door. God how she hated him. He had taken everything from her. Her family, her friends, her job, her life. He had even taken her physical appearance away. She touched the mirror gently. She looked through dark brown eyes at her black hair. She remembered how Sara loved to run her fingers through her strawberry blonde locks while they made love. Catherine tore her hand away as if the mirror was on fire. She felt her temper flare through her body. Her blood boiled and she clenched her fists until she felt her fingernails bite into her palm. She breathed deeply and shot daggers at her own reflection. An anger like she had never felt before was consuming her. She screamed in rage and in pain and threw the chair where all this cosmetic change began and shattered the mirror. Pain shot through her stomach but, she ignored it. The pieces of the mirror cracked in a web like design and her image was successfully broken and disfigured. She heard Mario and Adam running up the stairs and sank to the floor. Adam reached the room first and swore when he saw the dark red stain spreading across her abdomen. He looked at the mirror and then back at her. His eyes flashed in anger and he knelt down beside her. He grabbed her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.

"Do you want to die you stupid bitch?" Adam asked seething. "God damn it I knew you were going to be trouble but, really?" He laughed angrily. Catherine glared at him darkly. "Get up," he demanded grabbing her arms and dragging her into a standing position. Pain ripped through her but, she refused to show any weakness in front of him.

"I want to go home!" Catherine snarled. Adam shook his head.

"This is your home now. And the sooner you make peace with that the easier your life will become!" Catherine tried to respond but, a wave of dizziness swept over her. Her knees buckled and she fell into Adam's arms. "Let's get her to the hospital."

Catherine again woke to the sound of a heart monitor. She realized she was in a hospital. If she played this right maybe she could get word to Sara or Grissom. She forced her eyes open and was met with the stare of her new warden, Mario. Her heart plummeted. By the look on his face she was not going to get any opportunities to get help. As if on cue Mario walked over to her bedside with a syringe held in one hand. He injected it into her IV before she could stop him. Her eyes grew heavy and she slipped into oblivion with her wife's name on her lips.

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