Chapter Two:

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Spoilers: None that I know of...

Summary for this chapter: The Team still have no evidence against the Reaper, and time is running out for the woman of Las Vegas. (I know this sum sucks, but it gets better ) )

Dedication for this fic, is to my sister Chris, who has been there for me through thick and thin. I'm not sayin my other sisters haven't been here for me, because they have. Chris, you lead me int he right direction, you help me, look out for me, and I will always thank you for it, Tootsie!

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"Okay, after searching for what's seemed like forever, I've narrowed it down, the only haunted homes that rhyme with I's that's in the phone book is 'The Devil's Eyes' and' Where the ghost lies'." Sara said, setting down her findings on the table. Warrick and Catherine sat next to each other, trying to think about which house it could be. Greg was still searching on the map and pin pointing haunted houses. Grissom's friend would be flying in today, and everyone was scrambling to get whatever they could together. Catherine needed some fresh air, so she walked out for a bit. Sara decided to go back to some of the older riddles, see if anything popped out. Leaving Warrick by himself int he break room, but not for long. Soon along, Nick, Greg and Brass came in, sitting around the table along with Warrick.

"Okay, so, does anyone know anything about this friend of Grissom's?" Greg asked, sitting up a bit, leaning his arms on the table.

"Not much, just that she's from Montana, "Warrick said, as he leaned back in his seat.

"Why Greg, looking for a new crush since Sara's taken?" Nick asked teasingly, chuckling a little bit as well.

"No way, if this is a friend of Grissom's she's probably in the old age like him," Greg grinned.

Brass frowned, "Hey, he's not that old."

Greg cleared his throat, "Oh yeah, you're around that age, sorry Brass, you're right that's not old at all."

Brass rolled up one of the newspapers on the break room table, and smacked Greg on the back with it. Nick and Warrick tiredly grinned, letting out small, low chuckles.

"All right, so come on, this isn't getting anything done, lets think," Jim said, taking charge as of now, "Let's run over the evidence, what we got?"

"No suspect, no motive, no-"Nick started, but Brass held up a hand.

""I said, what we got Nicky, not what we don't." Brass grinned a little. "Why don't we go round up Sara and Catherine, and see if we can come up with something?"

"Sara's going over some older files, we can run and grab her, Catherine went for a walk, needed some air, "Nick filled him in, as he stood. "I'll go get Sara." Nick said, before quickly leaving, and heading for where Sara was.

Brass ran a hand over his face. We've just got to find something, he thought to himself, as he sighed. This case was getting even tougher by every second, and he couldn't help but think, that maybe they wouldn't get this one solved. Soon after, Nick and Sara came into the break room, and took a seat at the table.

"Okay, so here is what we do have," Nick started. "Ten dead women, who, as we know of yet, have nothing in common, eleven riddles, ten of them figured out. By the time we figure out the eleventh riddle, out girl's gonna be dead."

"By the time we find the next body, he's already got his next victim picked out, and taken, for some sick reason, he's dumping and or killing his victims in and or around haunted houses in Vegas," Sara said, leaning back in her chair. "He's left no finger prints, no hairs, nothing, it's like this guy doesn't even exist."

"Well, he does, we've got ten dead women to prove that theory," Brass said, as he drummed his fingers on the table. He wondered if the eleventh woman was already dead.

"Anyways, victim's usually tortured, COD, is usually bleeding out, or major organs getting punctured by the knife when he's taking out his anger on them. He stabs them in multiple places, multiple times, all over their body, and leaves them. He comes back, when they've suffered and lost enough blood they're dead. He then, takes his knife, and carves in a ' G M' for Grim Reaper, as if he's marking his kill, "Sara snarled that last bit.

"The victims usually go missing for about a week, before they're found, dead. He doesn't give us a lot of time," Warrick remarked.

"So, chances are, he's already got number twelve with him and eleven is already, or soon to be, dead." Brass commented, scoffing a bit. This guy had a lot of nerve.

"Most likely, she's dead, so we've got to try and find him before he kills number twelve as well," Sara sighed, running her hands through her dark, silky hair. She couldn't believe, that after all this time, they still didn't have any evidence. it made her sick to her stomach to think that someone could take a life, so carelessly, much less even just take a life. Sara's cell phone chirped, and she picked it up, answering. "Sidle, yeah, all right Griss, thanks. Bye." Sara sighed hanging up. "That was Grissom, we've got our eleventh victim. Address is The Devils eyes haunted house." she said, standing up, as did the rest of them.

"He's driving to the scene from the airport, so he'll be there a little later," Sara said, clipping her phone to the waist of her jeans again.

"Oh that's right, he's picking up his friend, right?" Jim asked, as they all walked outside of the lab.

"Yeah, you guys will meet her when we get to the crime scene." Sara said.

"Okay, Greg, you go with Sara, Warrick, you and Nick go together as well, I'll drive my squad car." Brass said, as they each nodded, heading to their Tahoe's. They all respected Brass, and obeyed him as well, when he gave them an order. They all climbed into their Tahoe's, before leaving the lab parking lot, Brass leading the way in his patrol vehicle.