Gil Grissom sat behind the desk in his office looking over the last of the backed up case files for the nightshift.

"I hate paper work," He sighed. It had been a slow night and with only two new cases coming in, he decided to sit aside. He reluctantly decided to tackle the papers piled on his desk. He had even more to do than usual after Ecklie had decided to put the nightshift back together again. Nick's abduction had made him think that the team had worked well together. Also the labs stats had begun to slip since the split so in his words, it was in the best interest of the lab. Catherine had not been happy at the news but Ecklie had decided that she and Grissom should both be supervisors on the nightshift. Ecklie also stood by his decision to keep Grissom as the lead supervisor believing him to be the most experienced. Grissom thought that Catherine would be upset by this but his thoughts were incorrect. She was happy dropping back into her old life and for things to go back the way they were. Sophia had been appointed the new supervisor of the swing shift which of course meant that the graveyard was back together again. Gil Grissom, Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders. It seemed that Ecklie wasn't all that bad. Was he really thinking this? Ecklie good? Nah couldn't be! He ran his hand through his silver grey curls, readjusted his glasses and sighed again. He closed the last manila file and placed it with the other completed cases. He pulled the glasses from his face and placed them on the desk. He slowly rubbed his eyes and looked his watch. There was a sudden knocking at his door and Catherine opened the door not waiting for an invitation to enter. She was wearing a lightly coloured pant suit which matched her strawberry-blonde hair. Her hair was straight and slightly curved off towards her shoulders at the bottoms. She stuck her head in the door.

"Brass just called," She took a step into the room. "He says we got a multiple homicide in Spring Valley. He says that were gonna need the whole nightshift for this one," She stood just on the other side of his desk. Grissom rubbed his forehead at the news.

"You think that Brass is exaggerating?" He asked. She shook her head.

"He sounded pretty serious on the phone,"

"Where's the team Cath?" He placed his glasses back over his eyes.

"Nick and Greg are working a DB in the desert and Sara and Warrick are dealing with the aftermath of a house fire in Henderson," She tapped her fingers together waiting for Grissoms response.

"We've barley started the shift, I doubt that they will be able to assists us just yet. We'll go check it out," Grissom rose from his seat and collected his kit from the floor. When he looked up, he saw Catherine's shoulders lift slightly.

"Just the two of us?" She asked as he walked towards her. He shrugged as he passed her.

"Just us Cath,"


Grissom slowly drove towards the dark house in Spring Valley. The dusty road he was travelling was poorly lit and he struggled to see even with his lights on. Catherine stared out the side window of the passenger seat. She was talking about how Lindsey was finding life at High school. He liked listening to Catherine talk, it was very relaxing. Up ahead the road was getting brighter with the swinging lights of several police cars. They slowly roll to a stop and got out of the SUV. They both got their kits out of the back seat and walked towards the old building. The house looked late Victorian and had been abandoned years ago with most of the windows being boarded up when the last occupants had left. The flashing lights from the cop cars flickered on and off the walls causing the different shadows to dance across the wooden surface. Grissom and Catherine both stopped to survey the scene. Jim Brass spotted them and dismissed the young policeman he'd been talking to. He took a few steps towards them.

"Hey guys, just the two of you? What about the rest of the Geek Squad?" He asked with a rather confused look on his face. Grissom shook his head.

"They're off doing their assignments Jim. I'm not gonna pull them off them unless I have a good reason," Jim Shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly.

"Trust me, this is an excellent reason," He said as he pointed over his shoulder towards the broken down house. "Come on, I'll show you where they are," He turned and began walking towards the house. He continued talking as they walked through the rusted front door. "Developer found them. He was giving the house a once over before it was demolished tomorrow," Jim slipped on a pair of latex gloves. "When he found this," He reached up and pulled back a scarlet curtain that seem to hide the old living room. The room was decorated to suit the outside of it, with a very Victorian feel. Few remnants were left in the room and the carpet had been worn away in places. In the centre of the ceiling was a large crystal chandelier and below it kneeled the remnants of five bodies. The bodies were all set out in a circle and all faced a focal point. Each one was gagged and bound with rope and four had their throats cut while the other had his wrists slit behind his back. Gil and Catherine stepped into the room and scanned it with their flashlights. They walked over to the bodies. In the centre was an open book, the pages slowly moving back and forward with the draft that was blowing through the building. Grissom stepped between the bodies and knelt down to look at the book. He realised it was a dictionary and looked at the words on the open pages. One word and its description was highlighted. He spoke out loud as he read it.

"Evil. Having qualities tending to injury and mischief; having a nature or properties which tend to badness; mischievous; not good; worthless or deleterious; poor; as, an evil beast; and evil plant; an evil crop," Catherine and Jim looked at him quickly. "It was underlined in this dictionary," He pointed at the book that was still on the floor. Grissom look around him and noticed something about each of the corpses. He looked at each one slowly.

"What you think Grissom? Ritual?" Catherine asked. She walked over to the body circle and looked at him. He was still looking at the faces slowly. "Grissom?" She asked again.

"It's possible that this could be some sort of religious ritual… but I think this might be racial," Catherine looked down at him. "Look at these people, Cath," He pointed the flashlight at each one of them. "A white man, a black woman, anoriental woman,a native Americanand what looks to be a man from India. Each one with their throats cut apart from the white man those wrists was slashed," Catherine continued looking at him for a minute and then took another look around the room. As she did, the light from her flashlight cause something to quickly shine on the white mans forehead. He stared and another movement from Catherine caused it again. "Catherine? What temperature would you say it is in this room?" She didn't stop and continued to look around the room.

"Freezing why?" She asked. He looked around at the other bodies and noticed the same reflection of light of their foreheads.

"So these guys couldn't be sweating then?" Catherine stopped dead in her tracks and turned towards her friend.

"Uh… Dead bodies don't sweat Gil," She said confusingly.

"Pass me the UV light will you?" She walked over and reached into his kit and pulled out and small portable UV light machine. He took it and switched it on. It stuttered to life scattered out a blue beam. Instantly word appeared on the forehead of all the corpses. The word "EVIL" was written across the foreheads of the two women and two of the men. Gil turned his light towards the white man and the word "TRAITOR" was written on his forehead. Grissom and Catherine stared at the words.

"Guys" Jim said. They both turn and saw Jim staring at a wall above the fireplace. They walked over and saw something written on the wall which was made more visible by more UV light.

A good tree can not bring forth evil fruit.

W.O.S Forever

"The White Orchard Skinheads" Jim spoke these words quietly just enough for Grissom and Catherine to hear him. "The worst White Power movement in America," Grissom slowly turned to Catherine.

"Were gonna need the whole team for this one,"


A few days had passed since they discovered the bodies at the old house. Grissom walked through the lab towards his office checking the messages that the receptionist had handed him. He walked passed the break room and saw Sara and Greg out of the corner of his eye. They looked up from their conversation only to see Grissom pass them by. Sara stepped out of the break room and followed him. Grissom got to his office door and stopped.

"Can I help you Sara?" He said without looking over his shoulder. Sara stopped and laughed quietly.

"How did you know I was following you?" She asked. He turned round to face her. She was wearing dark jeans and a long sleeved pale blouse. Her brunette hair was hanging straight around her shoulders. He lowered his gaze and peered over his glasses with his bright blue eyes into her deep brown.

"So you admit to following me?" He said with a slight humour in his voice. She blushed and immediately went on the defensive. "Like she always does" thought Grissom.

"No of course I wasn't. We got the results back from Trace," Her voice had lifted a little and she seemed more relaxed. Grissom open the door and entered his office. He set the messages on his desk. Sara leant against the open door frame with her hands in her pockets. "It seems that a type of Magic Marker was used to write the words on the victim's foreheads. It's a common type of pen that's sold practically everywhere so good luck tracing that!" Grissom sat at behind his desk and motioned for Sara to join him. She walked over and sat in the chair opposite Gil.

"What are they trying to tell us?" He asked. Sara sighed and he looked up at her.

"Grissom, we only listen to what the evidence tells us," She said as she flicked a bang of hair out of her eyes. "People lie, A great man once told me that" She was interrupted by Nick knocking and entering the office. He was a little surprised to see Sara in the office but began talking anyway.

"Hey guys," He looked down at a piece of paper in his hand. "The paint on the wall is chemically identical to the paint that casinos use to silently mark money. It only shows up under UV light," Sara looked back at Grissom.

"Well that's unusual," She said with a large grin spread across her face. A similar grin also spread across Grissom's face.

"And a lot easier to trace than a magic marker," they stared at each other for a few seconds before once again they were interrupted by Nick.

"What's even easier to trace is the fingerprint I found in the paint," He was the one grinning now. "I just got beeped to say they have a match, I headed down there now," He stepped out the room and proceeded down the corridor. Sara and Grissom both stood up and followed him. As they walked side by side, Grissom lent towards her.

"I hope this great man you were talking about was me?" He whispered. She turned to him and giggled slightly.

"No, House," She answered. Grissom looked a little more than confused. "Dr. Gregory House. An MD from New Jersey. A little rough around the edges but an all around great guy," Grissom smiled slightly and they continued towards the print lab. They were surprised to see Archie sat at the computer. He and Nick were chatting about something to do with video games with Archie never really taking his eyes off the computer screen before him. As Sara and Gil entered the room he lifted his head and gave them a smile.

"Archie?" Grissom asked "What are you doing in here?"

"The print tech called in sick so I'm covering for him," He answered. He turned and looked back at the monitor in front of him. "I've got your AFIS results right here," A few clicking of the mouse and a rap sheet popped up. Nick, Sara and Grissom looked at the projected image on the wall. "Peter Lambert, 31, born in Sheffield, England and all around scum of the universe. This guy has got a rap sheet dating back to when he was 12. He's been convicted for the works," Sara looked down the list of offences and shook her head as she spoke.

"Joyriding, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, assault, assault with a deadly weapon. Man this guy is bad," Grissom and Nick nodded their heads at her.

"This guy came to America about three years ago from France and just never left," Archie Added.

"Archie, bring up the known accomplices of Mr. Lambert," Grissom asked. A few more clicks on the mouse and another window appeared on the screen.

"We got Johnny Castle, Jimmy Street, Alan Simmons, Stanley Goodspeed and John Mason," Archie looked up from his monitor at the Grissom and the others. "All of them are known members of the White Orchard Skinheads," Grissom sighed.

"I'll phone Brass and get him to bring in this Peter Lambert,"


It took a few days for PD to track down Peter Lambert but he was soon being hauled into an interrogation room by Jim Brass and a few other Police men. Grissom and Sara watched through the two way mirror as they struggled to get Lambert to calm down. Jim clearly had what was going to be one hell of a black eye in the morning and the other officers seemed to have other cuts and bruises. Grissom turned his attention to Peter Lambert. He was a tall man, probably about 6"1' and very well built. He was wearing a white vest and dark jeans with a silver chain hanging from his side pocket to his back pocket. His arms and chest were covered with tattoos and he wasn't exactly trying to hide them. Several Nazi symbols and skulls. On the left side of his neck was an Union Jack and the Stars and Stripes flying together. On his left arm, was a marking that said 'Made in Sheffield'. As the police officers struggled to get Lambert into his seat, Grissom and Sara were given a glimpse of his back. Most of it covered by the vest but revealing more tattoos. On both shoulder blades he had the head of a pit bull and the words 'W.O.S Forever' were written just below the back of his neck in a nostalgic font. His dark hair was really short. Practically cut down to the skin. "Well I guess that what makes him a skinhead" Grissom thought. Sara turned and looked at him.

"Is this guy for real?" She asked. Grissom continued to stare through the mirror.

"He's a real life Derek Vineyard," Sara gave him a confused look and looked back through the two way mirror at their suspect.

"Who's Derek Vineyard?"

"American History X," Grissom answered quietly. "It's a film about a Neo-Nazi who realises that his life of violence and hate has ruined his family. You should watch it its good," Sara smiled and looked at the floor.

"Are you telling me you watch other things beside the Discovery Channel?" Sara chuckled. Grissom smiled and looked down at the rap sheet in his hand. Jim began speaking and both Gil and Sara looked at the interrogation before them. Jim paced around the room while the other two policemen stood against the walls.

"Right Mr. Lambert, lets get down to business shall we?" Brass seemed very calm for a man who had just received a black eye. "What is your connection to the White Orchard Skinheads?" Peter looked up at Brass who was now stood leaning against the chair opposite him. All he did was stared at Brass, not saying a word. "Not much of a talker then?" Brass sighed and continued to walk round the room. "Ok. What about the Old house on Fort Bend Street in Spring Valley? Ever been there?" Lambert simply shook his head as a response. "Well maybe you worked there for a while? Maybe you dropped one of your KKK buddies off there after one of your Boy Scout meetings?" Jim lent across the table and got really close to Lambert who simply stared back at Brass. "Or maybe you went there to kill five innocent people?" Peter finally looked away from Brass down at his cuffed hand on the table before him.

"Innocent?" His voice gave off a slight hint of an English accent but it had been worn at by living in America. "They anything but innocent Captain Brass. We watched them for months, looking for the right people but those four deserved what they got," He brought his hands up to his face and began rubbing his forehead. "The black woman was screwing every man that walked into her house besides her hard working husband. The Redskin was illegally selling his peoples land and netting all the profits. The Asian chick and the Paqui were fucking immigrants who stole over peoples jobs because they would work for less money than a decent hard working American," Brass simply stood there bewildered by the mans comments. He turned his head to its side.

"What about the white guy?" Brass asked. Peter smiled and slumped back against the cold back of the chair.

"A fucking journo from England, trying to land a decent headline and drop us all in it and be a fucking hero," Peter seemed to be angrier at the mention of the white corpse found at the scene as his fists were clenched and his knuckles were turning white. Brass noticed and turned to the other cops in the room.

"Take him to the cells and let him calm down for a while," The two other cops walked over and escorted Lambert out of the room and down the hall quietly. Brass looked towards the two way mirror. He was only able to see his reflection but he knew they were there. "This is getting big," He walked out the room as Grissom and Sara joined him in the hall.

"What can we do Jim?" Sara asked. Both Jim and Grissom shook their heads.

"Well, I know its not going to be easy but I think me and Jim are gonna need to talk to Ecklie about this," Grissom sighed. Suddenly a voice behind them made them jump.

"Talk to me about what?" Ecklie asked.