Thought I'd post this one before work :) The dialogue is pretty much Living Doll verbatim but I hope you like x

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Chapter 1

26th September; 23:48

"Her name is Natalie Davis."

Just speaking her name caused his throat to constrict. He swallowed the hard lump in his gullet before continuing.

"She works for our janitorial service."

"What?"

"Here in the lab?" The boys asked, stunned. Catherine couldn't speak; angry, scared tears were stinging at her eyes and choking her voice.

"For over a month. She's never been arrested, so there's nothing to flag on a security check. She used Ernie Dell's address on her work form. She has no home phone and no driver's license." Gil continued; his voice solemn and detached.

"Okay, I got it." Greg's voice piped up. A case file flashed up on the computer screen:

282-040607 INCIDENT DATE

2007 RED MUSTANG ACCIDENT

CAR FLIPPED OVER

LOCATION: ALLEY BEHIND THE TRIP WIRE BAR

FRINE ST. & DORISA AVE.

FATALITY, DRIVER IDENTIFIED AS NOLAND

CASE FILE NO. LVPD 070406-3022

LEAD CSI: SARA SIDLE STATUS: CLOSED

VICTIM: WELLER, NOLAND DATE: 04-04-07 TIME: 05:19 AM

LOCATION: FRINE ST. & DORISA AVE.

ALLEY BEHIND THE TRIP WIRE BAR

CRIME SCENE DESCRIPTION:

RED MUSTANG 2007 TURNED OVER

DRIVER NOLAND WELLER EJECTED FROM DRIVER'S SEAT

VICTIM TOXICOLOGY FOUND ALCOHOL IN SYSTEM

"A 2007 red mustang totalled outside The Trip Wire bar six weeks ago. Driver fatality. DWI. Car went to scrap. Lead CSI on the case – Sara Sidle." A deep silence fell over the team as this information sank in.

"Pull up the case photos." Grissom instructed eventually. Everyone sucked in a breath as they saw their friend's face on the screen. Greg flicked through them, finally resting on a shot of Sara and Grissom with some bystanders in the background. They all studied the photo intently, searching for any clue that could help. Catherine, however, could not tear her gaze from Sara's face. She stared at it so hard that she could even make out the green tint in her dark brown eyes.

"Oh, my God." Grissom's voice startled them all. "She was at the crime scene." He held up a file photo against the screen. And sure enough there in the background, eyes ablaze and firmly fixed on the missing brunette, was Natalie Davis.

"So, she salvages the car, and somehow gets it out to the desert, and then grabs Sara, and puts her under it." Nick asked in a perplexed voice. Just hearing it laid out like that, so analytically, turned Catherine's stomach. Grissom rubbed a hand over his stressed out face, the true impact of the situation hitting home.

"I don't get it. What does Sara have to do with bleach?" Warrick asked.

"This feels different." Greg murmured. His youthful face seemed to have aged ten years in the last hour.

"It is different." Grissom agreed in a dazed voice. "This girl holds me responsible for the death of Ernie Dell." He continued distantly, like he was talking more to himself than anyone else. "I took away the only person she ever loved, so she's going to do the same thing to me." The room fell into an eerie quiet. And though no one could see it, those words fell on Catherine's heart like a lead weight. "NotUrLittleBisqueDoll." He mumbled absently, meeting her eyes briefly before disappearing into the hall.

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He dashed into his office and practically pounced on his laptop. There, he brought up the details of a miniature furniture site, tracking the member's profile. He was so engrossed in what he was reading, glad to have gotten a lead, that he was oblivious to the eyes boring into him like flames.

"She doesn't love you."