Note: This is pat of the continuing story a group of people at tv .com is doing together. The following chapter was written by Jess. Any reviews will be passed on to her. Enjoy!

Chapter 7

She had been there for hours. Her knees were sore from bending down, her eyes drooped from lack of sleep, and her stomach rumbled with hunger.

But she hadn't found one piece of new evidence.

It aggravated her that some random man had gotten a hold of her cell phone number and had left the messages at the time that she wouldn't pick up. But had that been on purpose? What if she had pick up when he called? Maybe it wasn't a random person – what if it was someone she knew personally? That would make sense; how else would they have gotten the number? That would also explain how they knew when to call – whoever it was knew her schedule.

Sara sighed heavily and stood up, her brain exhausted from so many thoughts being tossed around.

"Sara? Why are you still here?" She looked up as Greg sauntered into the bedroom of the crime scene. She hadn't told him – or anyone – about the messages yet, and silently wondered if she should.

"I- uh- just wanted to make sure we didn't miss anything. I… I have the feeling we did." Sara was surprised at her own secrecy, but she supposed it was for the better; after all, she didn't want anyone to fear for her. She could take care of herself.

"Oh. Need some help?" His eyes were full of kindness and innocence, and Sara suddenly felt guilty for keeping the information from him.

"No, that's ok. I'm pretty much done for now." Greg nodded his response as she stood up and picked up her forensics kit. "Thanks, though."

They started toward the door, but as they did so a flash of light hit Sara in the face for a split second. "Wh- What was that?!" She turned toward the wide glass doors of the balcony and walked toward them, and, stepping out onto the deck, she blinked in the harsh sunlight.

"What happened?" Greg came to stand next her, looking blankly around.

"I don't know. I think some sort of reflection from the sun hit me."

"And you think it came in through the glass in that door?"

"All of the other glass windows in the room have curtains covering them." Greg nodded and both CSIs stood there for a few moments, looking for the source of the light. "Hey Greg, do you see that?" Sara said suddenly a minute later, pointing at the house across the street.

"What am I looking for?"

"I think it's a— oh my god. It's a telescope."

"Where?"

"It's on the balcony of the house right across from this one. And it's… it's pointed straight toward this window. The sunlight must have hit it just right to make it shine right at me."

"I see it. But why would someone be looking at a house through a telescope? Wouldn't they be looking at stars or something?"

"You would think so. Maybe they were…" Sara's voice trailed off. Could this be the thing they missed? Was a neighbor watching the victims, just waiting for the right time to strike?

You missed something. The words resounded in her head. Maybe that something had been right in front of them all along.

Maybe this was that something.