Disclaimer: If I owned it I'd be at my computer in the bahamas..cabana boy and all.

Note: Short but sweet, SURPRIIIISE! Please don't yell at me, next chap will explain a lot. :) Thanks in advance for reading and reviewing, 'specially the reviews, they keep me typing. :)

Enjoy!

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Greg waited patiently for AFIS to give him some answers. He had successfully avoided the lab rats until Hodges poked his head in the door. "I knew you couldn't stay away."

"Keep telling yourself that."

Hodges focused on Greg's work. "What's that? Couldn't wait to run it?"

Grissom's top priority was secrecy and Greg wasn't about to let down his boss. AFIS hummed along, throwing out potential suspects left and right. "I always loved how fast this program is." His smile grew wild and his facial features became jittery, "Look at the colors man!"

Hodges snickered and walked out, exactly what Greg hoped he'd do.

A picture froze on the screen and the computer beeped happily. "A match." Greg stared in awe. He studied the mug shot. Beady brown eyes stood out from otherwise average features. Greg couldn't pin it, but the former inmate looked familiar. He hit the print button and ventured back to Sara and Grissom.

He walked his Greg Sanders saunter as he entered the layout room. "What has ocean front property, snow capped mountains, and Mickey Mouse?"

Sara pursed her lips as she thought. "California."

Greg nodded, handing her the print out. "Los Angeles State Prison."

She looked it over and confirmed, "That's the guy."

Grissom got a good look at him. "Where have I seen him before?"

Sara and Greg both looked at him, then slowly turned towards each other. They'd all noticed the same thing in the picture. Greg spoke first. "So if we all think he looks familiar… Grissom, do you still think it's someone in the lab?"

He nodded in confirmation, "Look at the eyes…"

Sara's voice hit a new chord of serious. "Ecklie."

A split second after Greg chimed in, "Hodges."

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"Would you like to come in?" The old woman smiled softly at Brass, "Are you hungry? I have scones."

Brass entered the apartment and sat on her couch, "No thank you, I just ate."

"Okay dear." She took a seat in the recliner to his right. "How can I help you today?"

"Did you see the same plumber this morning?" Brass flipped open his notebook.

She thought carefully, looking out her window. "Yes. I did." She had vague excitement ringing in her voice. Brass raised an eyebrow, beckoning her to elaborate. "About an hour ago I noticed a young man walking around the building. Mormon I think." She digressed, "I just love it when they're on their missions. So eager to preach sermons and talk about God." Seeing Brass' smile she continued. "He went up to, Sara was it?" he confirmed, "Sara's apartment. Looked like he was in a hurry. That plumber though, you should have seen him!" Her face turned serious. "He jumped out of that van like someone poked him in the rear!"

"I'm going to need you to come down to the station with me." He stood and smiled, motioning for the woman's arm. "I'll even play host."

She smiled sweetly and took his arm. "Nothing happened to Miss Sidle, right?"

"No, she's fine. Just fine."

"Good. I'd hate to see her husband upset."

"Husband?" Brass could barely choke out the word.

"Oh? She's not married?"

He reiterated, "Husband?"

"Nice looking, tall, grey haired fellow." Brass was dumbfounded. 'Grissom?' He thought. "I told you I have nothing better to do." The old woman finished locking her door and reaffirmed her grip on his arm. She smiled warmly as he led her to his car.

"No, I just never thought he'd take the plunge." He shone a knowing smile as he opened the car door. 'About damn time he did.'

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Catherine and Warrick completed Sara's apartment and found nothing. They packed up and started back to the lab.

Grissom's phone rang, he quickly lifted it to his ear, "Grissom."

Warrick's voice sounded through his head, breaking the stunned silence of the room. "Hey Gris, check the clocks, papers, anything that can tell you the time of day. I don't think he was watching her with anything other than his eyes. We couldn't find a thing in there."

"Alright, thanks Warrick."

"And Gris?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you guys okay? How you holding up?"

Grissom looked to Sara, "Better than ever."

"Good. You know, I'm happy for you guys. You deserve each other."

He smirked, "Thanks. Hey listen, Greg got a hit on one of the van plates." Grissom continued to give him the necessary information.

"Alright, we're on it." Warrick closed his phone. "We got a hit on a van."

"Where to?" Catherine climbed behind the driver's seat.

"A-Z Rentals in Henderson."