Hopes for A Lead

Grissom was in his office hours later, talking with Laura Sidle. The relationship between mother and daughter was strained at best, but at the same time, he knew that he couldn't not call her mother about something like this. She had a right to know.

"Yes, I know, it's unbelievable, Mrs. Sidle, and I'm very sorry to have to be the one to break this news to you. We're doing everything we can right now, everybody's in the pool, so to speak. But we have little or no evidence to go on. Of course. I will call you with any new developments. Yes. Bye." He hung up the phone and took off his glasses, resting them on the desk. He rubbed his temples from the impending headache. His once a year migraine was about to hit him full-force.

Catherine and Warrick walked in, prompting him to look up. "You talk to Mrs. Sidle?" Catherine asked.

"Just got off the phone with her."

"Anything new since I left?" Catherine inquired.

"The bullets. Hopefully from that we can pull his address."

"That's just if he's stupid and used a registered handgun of his own to shoot them."

Greg rushed into the doorway, excited, nearly knocking Catherine down in the process. "We have the address of the gun owner!" Greg announced cheerfully. Excited for the new lead, and hopefully the case cracker, they all stood up and rushed down the hallway.

The Ballistics worker, a young man named Ryan, was seated behind the desk, working with the bullets. "What do you have for us?" Grissom inquired.

"Well, the bullets you gave me," he replied. "We were able to match it to a nine millimeter handgun registered to a Las Vegas resident."

"Why am I sensing a but though?" Grissom inquired.

"Nine millimeter handguns are incredibly common for a gun owner and police officers. What I did find though was that the bullets are a custom make. Check this out."

Grissom looked into the microscope. The bullets were initialed LC along the side. Grissom pulled back. "LC?"

"I managed to get a list of all nine millimeter owners with bullets like that and I came up with five in the area."

"May I see the list?" Grissom inquired.

"Yeah, it's in the printer." Grissom went and grabbed the list.

"Damn it." He looked over at the people in the lab, their eyes on him in suspense.

"No Wallace."