Here ya go, folks, the next two chapters. I actually managed to make this one longer, so kudos to me:) Now, I want to tank everyone who has reviewed me thus far...It really makes me happy to see someone appretiates my writing, and it makes me want to write more. Now, this weekend is a little tight for me, and alot of stuff's coming up, so I may slow down, but be patient, I'll try and be as quick as I can. Like I said before, if there's anywhere you want to see this story go, review and I'll try and reply with an addition to the story. Input and tips are always appretiated, and if you notice any plot holes, let me know, for heaven's sake! Haha...I don't want to be writing a story that makes no sense! Anyways, enjoy!!!

CHAPTER 4: WEDDING PLANNER

Greg sat in the A/V lab, watching the tapes and keeping an eye out for something suspicious, while Sara sat behind him, looking at the pictures taken. They were completely baffled. A few of the people they saw on the tapes and photo's looked suspicious, but nothing was for certain. After a while, he stopped, and running his hands wildly in his hair in frustration, and sighed deeply. "Sara, I'm not getting any good of these tapes! I see some people looking shady, but that may be from too much wine and not enough bladder to hold it all in! Urgh…we have nothing to go on, and I'm out of thoughts. What do you think?"

Sara looked up from where she was circling some people she thought they could check out. "I don't know. I think from here we need to start questioning people. Look", she gestured, and Greg came and stood over her. "See her?"

Greg looked at the woman who was sat at a table in the back of the reception hall. She seemed to be writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to someone. "Yeah, she seems pretty suspicious. Let me see if I can find her on the tape." He walked back and slipped into the chair. He flipped through the minutes, following the numbers on the bottom of the photo. He finally found the footage he was looking for. "Come here Sara, I found it." She walked over. Greg had the video stopped on the frame that showed almost the exact same picture as the still photo. "Okay Sara, lets play and see what we get". He started the film, and saw the man that the woman had slipped the paper to made his quick exit out the door, and to who knows where."

"Okay, so we have a lead, even though its weak, we have to follow it. There's nothing else to do". Sara looked at Greg. He was looking at the video. "Greg? Greg??"

"That wedding looked so nice." Greg had said it quietly. He was lost in thoughts again. Sara was completely taken off guard again, but she knew what Greg had thought about weddings from when they had worked on a case with Nick a few months back. "One day, I want a wedding like that. Glamorous, fit for the girl I call my bride. I want her to feel special. The one night when she should feel like royalty. Sara?"

"Yeah, Greg?"

"I don't understand why you don't like weddings? What are you going to have when you get married?"

Sara laughed loudly. "Greg, marriage isn't something I think too much about. I'm not even dating anyone now. And besides, I hate people fussing all over me like that. If I want a wedding, I want it kept to a very minimal amount of people."

Greg sighed. "Even for one night? Oh well". He stood up, and walked out of the lab. "Coming Sara? We need to get that woman into the lab and ask her some questions. Get Brass or Sophia to round her up". He walked away then, towards the break room, leaving her alone. Greg was acting weird, and she didn't know why. Not his usual weird either. It was almost Grissom-like and it kind of freaked her out. Greg and Grissom were two completely opposite people, so she would have to find out what was on Greg's mind.

The woman from the video, now sporting a very comfortable lilac pantsuit and white silken shirt, sat before Sara and Brass in the interrogation room. Her glasses, pointed at the ends, stood perfectly straight on her nose, and she was soaked in perfume.

"So let me get this straight", Brass repeated, as he leaned in towards her face. "Your name is Penny Callaghan, and you are a wedding planner?"

"Yes, that's right. I help the young couple plan the best day of their married lives, because once married, they won't have many more". She laughed, and Sara almost cringed at the nasal sound of her voice. Well, she was obviously single. She stopped laughing, and said, "Now, officer, what is this about? I have a 6:00 dinner appointment with a couple whose wedding is only in a week".

"Did you help plan a wedding for a couple with the last name of Weavers?" Sara joined the conversation.

"Why, yes, their wedding was just last night. I remember it well. They were sparing no expense, her parents are rich ya know, and they had the most beautiful hall rented out. Everything was the highest quality there. I only advised and told her of the best deals she could get. She is frugal, ya know. So, when it came to the help, she had very little money dished out, except for me. I only make sure I get top dollar, ya know." Sara was going to strangle Ms. Callaghan if she said, ya know, once more, but still tried to listen to the annoying thing talk. Where the hell was Greg when you needed him?

"Why do you ask, anyways?" She finally stopped!

"Well, Ms. Callaghan, the Weavers were attacked last night, and Mrs. Weavers was raped severely. We believe someone in the wedding reception who could have followed them are the ones who did it.

Well that certainly shut up Ms. Callaghan, thought Sara. Her jaw dropped, but quickly started again when she spoke again. "How could this have happened? I mean, ya know? That thing isn't supposed to happen on the night of their wedding! That's so sad!"

"Well, could you tell us what the message was that you handed this man"…Sara fished through her file and handed Penny the photo of her, the man, and the mystery letter, "you gave this letter to was?"

"Sure, hon. This is a man who works for me, Manny Dennison. He's what you may call my little protégé, the guy who learns how to plan the best weddings possible under my guiding wing". She laughed again. "He just runs little errands for me yet, and this time I had sent him to give this to one of my clients who had wanted me to check out the hall, and the best way to do that was to see it in wedding bliss. I even had the camera guys send me some good photos of the décor."

"Speaking of, can you tell us anything about the help?" Sara asked, a thought brewing in her head.

"Sure. The caterers were pretty peeved, because they were the ones being paid the least in this whole deal. The cameramen were being paid pretty handsomely for help, but they didn't seem very focused. They kept slacking and gathering in one of the empty lounges. They seemed very friendly though." She stopped to think of who else was there. "Oh, and the crew that handled the music were getting ripped off. They asked for a certain amount of money, but got only three quarters of it." She stopped again, but she was finished. "Can I go now please?"

"One more question, and then you may leave", Sara said. "Now, how did the Weavers get a hold to these caterers, the music crew and the cameramen?"

"Well, of course I introduced the Weavers to them, but that's my job! I also introduced them to a group more from each category. Now, may I leave?"

Sara sighed, and leaned back. "Sure, you can go". She stood up to go, but Brass added, "We'll stay in touch".

Sara walked out of the room. She had 3 more leads; all with motive, but with so many people at the wedding no one could be sure. Archie was looking over the tapes for them again, as he was more skilled with video footage than anyone at the lab. She suddenly thought of Greg, and she went angry. He had just walked away, and never told her where he was going. She stormed off to look for him, but before she had even gotten a chance, he came prancing up to her. "Sara! Guess what?"

She frowned. "You left me to do an interrogation and left your partner on this assignment alone?"

Greg ignored her entirely. "Nope! Actually, its good news about our case! Nick and Warrick are working on a case, and guess what? They are almost exactly the same!"

Sara looked at him hard. "Seriously? Then that means that if the DNA left at this scene matches the DNA of the men from our scene…"

"Then we have a serial killer on our hands"

CHAPTER 5: FOLLOW THE EVIDENCE TRAIL

It was what Sara and Greg had expected ever since they heard about Nick and Warrick's case. The DNA matched from both scenes, and they were now looking for a serial killer. Their next task was to go to the scene of the caterers, the music crew and the cameramen. Greg and Sara parted ways, Sara tagging along with Sophia to the cameramen and then back to the lab, Greg and Brass making their way to the music crew and the caterers.

It was nearing the end of a hectic double shift when Greg and Brass had arrived at the site where the music crew were working a party at a house. Greg was going to be happy when he finished with this shift…he needed rest, and he was sure Sara would as well. He simply followed Brass around the place, going from person to person until they finally came to the guy he had assumed lead the group.

"Hi, are you Joseph Yorkly?" Brass asked as he stopped at an odd looking man who held a clipboard, and who was ordering people about, to perform their jobs.

He looked up, and stepped out of the mayhem. "Yeah, it is. Who wants to know?"

"I'm detective Jim Brass, this is Greg Sanders from the Crime Lab, and we'd like to ask you a few questions…"

Meanwhile Sara and Sophia were stood outside the house of the cameramen. Apparently, they used a spare room of two of them men in the crew who were brothers for their dark room, and then used it as their main office. They were only small time businessmen. Soon a tall looking young man met Sara and Sophia's knocks on the door. "Can I help you two?"

Sophia cleared her throat. "Yes, I am detective Sophia Curtis, and this is Sara Sidle, we're here to ask you some questions about your gig at the Weavers Wedding?" The young man raised his eyebrow in a questioning sense. Sophia noticed. "You do remember the gig, I assume?"

The man spoke up, gesturing into the house. As they walked he replied, "I do, but hey, a gig's a gig. All I remember is that the couple was really cheap. But of course, we're only a small-time, so you take all the chances you get. I think my older brother could help you more, he manages us and he remembers the gigs more".

"Where is your older brother?" Sara asked walked slowly behind he and Sophia.

"He's in our darkroom, so I'll go get him. Wait here." He then went down into a door that led into the basement. Sara looked at Sophia, and she nodded, signalling Sara that she could wander and explore. Sara nodded back, and started to walk around the lonely house. The walls were lined with photos that they probably had taken in their career. She wandered into a secluded room off the living room that looked like it was a private study. She looked at what was on the desk, and saw video cameras and used tapes sitting next to them. There was a computer there also, probably used to store their tapes and to view them.

Satisfied with what she saw, she turned and came face to face with a man that was a bit older than Joseph. "Can I help you, Ms…Sidle?"

Sara recovered quickly from her capture of snooping. "Uh, no, I was just glancing through all of the pictures on the wall…do you manage this business?"

He smiled very slightly, just to be polite. "Yes, that's me, Tristan Yorkly. I work with my brother and two other guys. We've been in business for a while. Now, what is it you want?" He wanted to get to the point. He seemed unnerved about her presence.

"Well, sir, we're looking into the attack of a couple and the rape of the woman of the couple. Do you remember one of your latest gigs, the Weavers wedding?"

He thought for a second. "Yeah, I remember. They were cheap with the help, even though the hall and decorations were expensive. But hey, cheap is something we've done before…we deal with it."

"What do you know about the other help that was hired that night?"

"Well, they were more peeved at the whole payment arrangement than we were. They were part of a more ritzy business than we were, so their payment probably seemed really cheap, but they didn't seem to realize until their checks were given out. The caterers were especially pissed…they even caused a bit of a ruckus when they realized".

"Why didn't they realize the pay was cheap? Didn't they ask?"

"No, they figured that since Penny was working for em, they couldn't be all bad, and when Penny asked them, they agreed…never even asked. Also, the Weavers are known for riches…they figured they'd spare no expense, including the help. There goes that."

Sara nodded, flipping the top page of her notebook when she was finished. "Thank you sir for your cooperation. We'll keep in touch". Sara made her way to Sophia, and they headed for the lab.

Meanwhile, Greg and Brass had just arrived at the caterers, after talking with the music crew and taking notes. So far, nothing was for certain, although they were pretty cheesed off that the pay was so cheap. It seemed to be the only constant thing in this case.

The catering building was fairly large, and when they entered the kitchens, Greg was hit with the delicious aroma of food. It made him realize all the more how hungry he was. His mouth watering, he started asking around for the manager. He was pointed out the door of the kitchens, and into a small door to the side. Greg followed, disappointed that he had to leave the food behind, but he had a job to do. He walked up to the door, and knocked. He waited at the door until he heard a gruff voice beckoning him inside. He walked in, casting a look around the musty well-lit office that ha the light odour of chocolate. He heard his stomach rumble, but he ignored it for now. "Mr. Valencia?"

The man looked up from the papers he was reading. "That's me. What do you want kid?"

"Sir, I'm Greg Sanders from the Las Vegas Crime Lab, I'm looking into an attack and a man and a rape on his wife, and I just want to ask you a few questions."

The man sat still. "What's that got to do with me?"

"Well, I believe that it was your catering service that served at their wedding reception nearly 2 days ago…"

The man exploded. "You mean those damn Weavers? Listen, those people were cheap bastards! They had all the money in the world, and wouldn't even pay us what was our right! I should have never worked that gig until I was sure of what was being offered!"

"Calm down Mr. Valencia. Yes, I am talking about the Weavers. But issues aside, we need to get to the bottom of what happened. Now, did you notice anything suspicious?"

Before he got a chance to answer, Greg's cell phone began to ring. Greg held up his finger to signal that he'd only be a minute, and he left the office and leaned against the door. "Sanders."

"Hey Mr. Lab abandoner, I have the results of that stuff you collected in the corner of your scene". Greg scowled at Hodges on the other line. Lab abandoner indeed.

"Well, what is it, Hodges?" Greg didn't want to deal right now. Even as placid as he was, Greg was tired, hungry, and in the middle of speaking with a possible suspect. No time for fun and games. And Hodges wasn't exactly one of his best friends by any means.

"My someone's cranky this afternoon. So anyways, that stuff you collected? Guess what it is? It is a mixture of seafood sauce and crab…the finest grade stuff I may add!"

Greg's eyes widened as an idea occurred in his head. That was a big step in their case. "Thanks Hodges, that was useful. Catch you later". He hung up and headed back into the office. The man was looking up expectantly at his return. "Okay, now that my phone call is over, could you continue with what I asked you before?"

The man finally got a chance to speak. "Well, like I said, we were all peeved about the ridiculous wages they offered us, 'we' being the music crew, the cameramen, and us. If anybody from that group are responsible, though, I would say it was the camera crew".

"Why do you say that, sir?"

"Well, they were pretty creepy. They were very lewd, and though they do very nice work, they seem to be very preoccupied with getting girls. Now, sure, they are still young men, but at a wedding reception? It is just unseemly".

"Okay. Now sir, I need a list of all the food that was served at the wedding reception. Is that possible?"

"Yes, sure…why do you need it?" The man looked at Greg oddly.

"Just part of protocol, sir. I need all the information about that wedding reception as possible".

"Okay, I'll fish them out for you. I'll meet you back in the kitchen's."

"Will do, sir. I'll have my partner here, Mr. Brass, just stay outside your door, okay?"

He shrugged, and Greg went and sent Brass to do just that. Greg walked along the kitchen, admiring the culinary works of art with a twinge of pain in his stomach. He was absolutely starved, and he had no idea when the manager would produce that piece of paper. He walked about, until his curiosity got the better of him. He sauntered over to a chef, and asked her what all this delicious food was being prepared for.

"Well sir, we have another wedding later on tonight, so we have to rush to get this done." She stopped, and she watched Greg for a second before she pointed out to something. "See that over there? That's the bride and groom cake…made especially for them. It is magnificent, and I can't wait to see the couple's faces when they see it and get to cut it together. Best part of a wedding gig." She laughed, and went about her business. Greg walked around a counter to get a better look, and started in awe at the wonderful cake in front of him. Hunger now put aside, he looked over the pure white cake that seemed dressed in a shawl of royal purple and gold ornaments. On the top, stood a little replica of a bride and groom, and Greg thought about what his wedding would one day be like. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to be perfect. He wanted everything to be perfect, not for him, but for the woman he would one day love. He was snapped back to reality who knows how many minutes later by Brass, who waved the files they needed in front of his eyes.

"Hey, Sanders, snap out of it, we have to get back to the lab, the girls are probably waiting for us there". He started walking out of the building with a still thinking Greg following after him.

Once in the car and starting their drive back to the lab, Brass felt like he had to address Greg about his drifting off into space. "Penny for your thoughts Greg?"

Greg looked over at him. "Oh, it's nothing, really…just thinking about our case…wedding, and relationships".

Brass chuckled. "What about them? Don't tell me you have a special someone and I don't know about her…I'm a detective, after all".

Greg chuckled lightly also. "No, not yet…I don't even have anybody lined up to ask out on a simple date". He sighed, and Brass could tell he was lying, even if it was only a bit. Brass thought about whom Greg could like, and an idea hit him.

"What about Sara? Have you asked her out yet?" The question caught Greg completely by surprise, and he nearly choked on his own breath. Brass glanced his way. "Guess not?"

"Brass, Sara is my best friend and mentor! I don't think I could ask her out, especially now that I'm in the field. Besides", he added under his breath, "…she's still after Grissom, and she'll never want or need me like that."

Brass didn't hear this. He just stopped talking after that, and did not mention anything else on the drive back to the lab, where Greg and Sara would start again on finding the correct path to finding their criminal wedding crasher.