Disclaimer:I only own the story idea, none of the characters are mine.

A/N:Hey guys so I know the first two chapters have been very confusing, hopefully this one will clear up some loose ends. Please R&R!!! They make my day and thanks a million to thegreatbluespoon for the engouragement. Now enjoy!!! xx

P.S. Thoughts are in italics.

Chapter Three

The Vegas lab was stretched and Catherine knew it. A triple homicide at the Tropicana meant the team had pulled a double. It was at these times she wished she was only a CSI not a supervisor. Kira was on holidays and Greg had taken over Sara’s overtime crown and was maxed out so Nicky, Warrick and she had run the whole show. Finally reaching the solace of her office she landed with a resounding thud in her seat. The office still held shelves of specimens and books remnants of her former boss. Catherine couldn’t get rid of them, Grissom’s stuff brought comfort. Lindsey was in a friend’s for the night so grabbing a coffee she settled down with a novel from Grissom’s spectacular collection. As she pulled it from the shelf however something fell from its pages. The envelope Catherine lifted from the floor contained Grissom’s distinctive scrawl,

Miss Sara Sidle,

Apartment 3F,

Louisiana Apartment Complex,

Henderson,

Las Vegas,

89009 NV.

And one red stamp “Not known at this address.” The letter was stamped the day after Sara left Vegas. Catherine you can’t, don’t even dream of it. Placing it on the table to relieve the temptation she picked up the phone. Grissom’s number in Ireland was on speed-dial.

“In case of emergency,” he’d said. Well Gil this is an emergency of sorts. It connected…

“You’ve reached Dr. Gil Grissom; I’m not here at the moment but leave a message and I will get back to you.”

“Hey Gil its Cath, ring me back when you get a chance, nothing too important.” Other than your love life, Catherine thought. “I just found something that might interest you. Hope all’s well in Ireland. Talk to you soon.”

Standing Catherine put the letter in her bag and turning off the light she left the office. Warrick. The thought was certainly promising she took out her phone. Then she felt a hand on the small of her back. Now that's what I was thinking. She smirked turning to see a similar smile in the corner of Warrick’s mouth.

“Is Lindsey still in her friends?”

“Yup…” the excitement prevented Catherine’s brain processing anymore.

“Fancy some company?”

Before she could answer Warrick’s lips had met hers. After what seemed like an eternity gasping for breath Catherine replied, “I’ll take it you won’t take a no. I’ll see you in ten.” With that, thoughts of Sara and Grissom gone from her mind Catherine left the lab.

Hours later Catherine lay entwined in Warrick’s arms when her phone woke her. Shifting from beneath Warrick’s arm she answered as quietly as she could.

“Willows.”

“Cath? Why are you whispering?”

“Trying not to wake…. oh it doesn’t matter.”

Stifling a giggle as Warrick’s hands began to wander, caressing the inside of her thigh, clearly he was awake.

“I presume you got my message?”

“Cath, what did you find?”

“A letter returned to sender. It was….” Reaching down and forcefully removing herself from Warrick’s grip, she stood up. “Just give me a second, GIL.”

Warrick immediately registered this wasn’t a moment to try and get her back into bed, Damn you Grissom, and headed for the shower. He closed the door and Catherine explained,

“It was addressed to Sara, just after she left. I knew it was your writing don’t worry I didn’t open it.”

“Cath I know I can trust you, I wouldn’t even think you would.”

“Well what do you want me to do with it?”

“Just send it to me will you or ……. Do you know where Sara is?”

“Em…. well…uh …..”

“She asked you not to tell me?” Grissom finished her sentence.

“Exactly, I know its hard Gil.”

“No its okay loyalty is something we both valued. Can you forward it to her?”

“Gil I don’t want to get involved. Look what happened the last time.”

“The last time Catherine we were blissfully happy for over a year until I fucked up.”

“Look Gil I’ll do it but that’s it. This is something the two of you will have to sort out yourselves.”

“Catherine I appreciate this you really are a friend. Now I presume you have something to get back to.” The sarcasm wasn’t lost on Catherine.

“What? Gil I was in bed.”

“Precisely…now enjoy!” And with that he was gone.

The steam permeating from beneath the bathroom door was calling Catherine. She threw off Warrick’s shirt, which she had grabbed while on the phone, and took Grissom’s advice.

“Can I join you?”

Sitting sipping coffee in Warrick’s arms following the most enjoyable shower of her life, Catherine turned to her face him,

“Grissom knows and eh….. So does Sara.”

“Well that ain't surprising. What did you once say? We’re just a bunch of kids getting paid to solve puzzles. Honestly I’m surprised it took them this long.”

“So should we tell the others? Ecklie won’t be a problem he can’t afford to lose two more of us.”

“Well…. uh…I sorta let slip to Nick.”

“So that’s what his smirk was about yesterday when I was handing out assignments.”

“Yeah, sorry bout that. He wanted me to go for breakfast and I didn’t think fast enough. I think he suspected something already, sure look what we were like with Sara and Gris.”

“Well, that leaves Greg, and I will leave that to you, and while you’re at it enlighten him to Kira’s sexual preference. Please.”

“You’ll have to pay me to do that.” Laughing Warrick lifted her up and carried her towards the bedroom.

“Mr. Brown what did you have in mind.”