Hey everybody, I'm sorry I took so long updating, but the beginning was the easy part to write and now it's coming to me in little sporadic ideas that I'm trying to piece together. So I hope it was worth the wait, enjoy! =}

Chapter 10: Property of LV Crime Lab

~ Grissom's POV~

I cringed and turned away as she was shoved forward into her desk again, by the attacker who stood behind her, then fell into a disheveled heap on the floor. I looked to my right and noticed the worry that contorted Greg's young face and the anger that twisted Nick's.

Archie, who sat in front of the table of computers, was in deep concentration as he watched the security footage for the third time trying to find a clear view of the attacker's face through the darkness that conquered the slivers of light that were trying to break through the closed blinds.

I turned back towards the security footage of Catherine's office, which was being projected on the wall in front of Archie and his equipment, just as her attacker was roughly throwing her over his shoulder: her arms, tired around the wrists with a plastic zip-tie, were dangling helplessly across his back and her face, concealed by Strawberry- blonde curls, was pressed into his shoulder blade as he walked over to the corner of the small office and pulled a janitor's cart from the darkness.

Using one hand to tightly grip Catherine's small waist, he used the other to fling open the lid on the built-in garbage can that took up half of the yellow cart, he then maneuvered her feet until they dangled above the opening, once satisfied she would fall in the right place he half lowered, half dropped her into it. Then after a few adjusting shoves to her upper body he was able to close the lid, fully concealing his secret inside.

As soon as he had wheeled the cart and Catherine into the hallway and closed the door to the office swiftly behind him, Archie paused the video and looked up at me with a defeated gaze.

"I'm sorry, Grissom, I just can't make out his face clearly enough to get an ID." He cast his eyes downward to the floor, as he slumped his shoulders sadly.

"It's not your fault, Arch," Nick said as he stepped up to the man and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "He obviously knew where the cameras were."

"Yeah, he did, didn't he," Greg said as if realizing it for the first time. "Do you think that he could have worked here?"

"Why would you think that?" Nick asked.

"Well, because he knew where the cameras were and he had a janitor's cart!" he said as if it was obvious and when we didn't answer with the response he had wanted he continued. "You need a key to get into the janitor's storage room, guys."

"He could have brought his own cart," said Nick.

"No, he didn't," said Archie excitedly, as he turned around in his chair towards the computer again. After rewinding the tapes he enlarged the side of the yellow cart, "Look at what it says on the side of the cart."

"Property of Las Vegas Crime Lab, #265," read Nick with a smile on his face.

"So that means he works here or he knows someone who works here or he stole a key from someone who works here," I said, "Well that's more then what we had a minute ago, but not much. Greg, I want you to go to the Janitor's storage room and see if cart number 265 is there, and if it is process it."

"Yes, Sir," he saluted then ran out of the room and down the hallway, towards the storage room.

"He can't really be someone who works here can he, Grissom?" asked Archie. "Everyone has to have a background check before they can work here, right?" he looked up at me.

"Well, yes, but a background check can only look at a person's past and if he hasn't committed any visible wrongs then how are we to know what he has really done."

"What do you mean 'visible wrongs'," he asked.

"Whether he got caught for what he did and it appears on his record," answered Nick for me as he realized what I was trying to say.

I nodded solemnly, "And if he was a janitor, then he probably wasn't checked as thoroughly as a lab tech or CSI would, because they don't handle any evidence."

Archie nodded his understanding as Greg ran back into the room. "It was… there… I found-," he said as he tried to catch his breath.

"Take a deep breath, Greg," I said as the young man in front of me heaved breaths in and out of his chest too quickly as he was trying to talk. "You're going to hyperventilate."

He just nodded his understanding as he bent over and placed his hands on his knees as he did as I told him. Then once he regained his breath he waved something in front of my face.

"I found it under the lip of the lid to the garbage can," he smiled as I grabbed his wrist to make him stop moving it so I could see what it was.

I inhaled deeply as I looked at the red swirls of a bloody finger print that was held gently between the white paper and the clear plastic.

"Take that to Wendy," I said urgently, as I watched him, from through the glass walls, run down the hall and into Wendy's lab.

"Don't worry, Catherine, we're coming," I whispered.

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