Sara and Catherine were back at the lab later the next night, trying to lace together the pieces that they and the others found at the crime scene (the day shift had not bothered to help them at all and Ecklie was not interested in theories about case connections until the evidence was processed completely). But it wasn't the only thing that they needed to figure out.

"I wonder what's eating her," Sara commented, referring to Maggie the night before, as she fed the fingerprints she got from the house and from the neighbors into A.F.I.S. The young, new C.S.I. couldn't take the case, and they all knew she didn't become sick at all during any case, so there must be something, anything really, bothering her.

Catherine was startled by Sara's comment, knowing what she was talking about. She had watched Grissom help Maggie get up and go back to the scene and had felt pity in her stomach. "I don't know, and it's not any of our –"

Grissom came in abruptly, interrupting her reply. He was shortly followed by Warrick, Brass and Nick.

"I see that we're all here already and that I don't need to call anyone to this meeting," Grissom began. "It'll be easier to talk to everyone then."

"Gris, what are you talking about?" the lanky Warrick asked, still confused why he was called to a meeting that didn't state any agenda. He didn't even know why Grissom wanted to talk to all of them when he called him, Nick and Brass over to look for Catherine and Sara.

Grissom faced the African-American. "I suggest you all find seats and listen. This is very important to the case and it may have an effect on Maggie. After last night, I thought that you might have to hear this. It would explain a lot of things."

"Oh, story time!" Sara swiveled herself in her chair, trying to keep an eye on A.F.I.S. at the same time she wanted to hear the story, another dot to connect. Catherine tried to give the younger C.S.I. a warning look, but failed. Sara was, at least, right in this aspect.

What was going on with her? It was a question that everyone had, at least once, thought. Finally, Grissom was going to tell them what was going on. It did seem that he kept everything to himself until the opportune moment came about.

The others, as time passed, found their places in the small room that served as their fingerprint center and looked to Grissom.

Grissom began. "I don't think too many people know that Maggie's parents were murdered twelve years ago or that she has – had – depression. I don't think too many people would also understand why she chose the path of forensics, but she did. It gave her a place of acceptance and she knew it. She also knew how much rejection she had in life because of how different she was from everyone else. Her parents couldn't control her as a child and they had sent her away by order of the state, but she remains haunted still because it seemed to be a parental rejection."

Grissom sighed. "She has changed over the last decade I saw her. She is – was – loved by her parents, regardless, and her brothers show their love in some way. She left their household when she could, after a year of staying in Las Vegas, and, like her father before her, she liked to migrate from one place to the next. She moved with such speed from place to place, mostly when she was promoted, that it became a joke, almost.

"A question remains, though: why? Why did she really come back to in Las Vegas? She moved as she was promoted, which was four departments, and yet she couldn't get the murder of her parents out of her mind. Every department never gave her the satisfaction she wanted, or the challenges that she needed, and denied every request she gave them when asking to work on her parents' case. She saw, perhaps, some connection to her parents in the murder of one of her colleagues – one Jacqueline Polsen – and yet the departments would not let her investigate the murder for fear of reputation and how close she was to the victim."

Grissom released another sigh. "The evidence was in front of her, and yet, she chose to ignore it as she was denied and move on to focus on the main topic: her parents. She trusts her gut feelings more than anything else and it showed last night. She knew, somehow, the killer was back and he was going to move against her once more."

Everyone was silent as Grissom spoke. Nick appeared thoughtful while the others were blinking their eyes (Catherine, Brass and Warrick) or wanting to say something, but choosing not to because of Grissom (Sara). He himself never asked Maggie about why she came back to Las Vegas, just where she's been and what she did with her life. She told the truth to him (he could tell by the sincere look in her eyes) and showed the pictures and told the stories about each one. She even told the story of her murdered friend Jackie.

Nick thought for a moment and tried to think about what else Maggie could be keeping from him. Wait, could Maggie be leaving Las Vegas? She had her South Carolina license plate stuck on her Malibu still. Perhaps, she never bothered to change it because she somehow knew that she was just going to leave for another place again and leave behind someplace that she considered home. But why did she really come back? Was she…?

"Grissom," Nick broke the silence. "Was it at all possible she was threatened or even sent a note? Maybe she was called back here and told if she didn't come back, something would happen. She might have also found another piece of evidence to follow and it turned out to be home: Las Vegas. It was another clue to the murder and it came in the form of a threat."

"That could be possible, Warrick added. "Maybe the killer sent her something and told her, 'Hey, get your ass over here or else something will happen.' It's enough to make anybody come back home."

"Perhaps the killer wanted to settle a score with her and use her family as a tool again," Catherine said with a shudder. She knew the feeling of having your family threatened and she would fight to the end to stop it.

"Her family is, after all, a center of her life," Brass said, "as with most everyone else." He remembered the O'Keefe family well enough to take that as fact. The siblings stayed together for another year before Maggie went off to college and they agreed to take her back in when she was back in town.

"Good," Grissom said with some sort of smile on his face. He didn't like assumptions, but he had talked with Maggie's brothers, who had found some of her things lying out in her room, such as pictures and notes about their parents' case. He knew what was going on.

"And what about the Holidays?" Grissom asked his team.

Sara jumped right in saying, to impress Grissom, "It's something to torture her with and to remind her that it could have happened to her in the past or sometime in the future. She must have had someone stalk her for years, someone who knew her for a while, who might have used her parents. The killer/stalker might have tormented her more without her knowing it for sure. She has depression, right? Well, what if the suspect got into some trouble with her father, the police officer, and had an obsession with her afterward? If she didn't come back –"

"Her family could be killed. With her back, she or Robbie or even her brothers could be held at ransom," Catherine finished.

"What about this Harry Pit character now?" Greg walked in with some papers in his hands. He was directed to where the team was, but was more interested in looking for Maggie. He thought to find her with the team, but it was obvious she wasn't there.

"Yes, what about this supposed suspect of ours, Harry Pit, Greg?" Grissom said with some irritation in his voice. He turned to face the lab rat that had interrupted on some private grounds uninvited.

"Well, according to the lab results, the black clothes from both murder scenes match each other," Greg said. "There was also a hair from the second scene, Grissom, a small one from the boy's sleeve you found. It matched the DNA that Maggie gave us from the evidence boxes and her finds at her home."

Suddenly, Greg's face was flashing colors. "And I see A.F.I.S. has a match," he noted.

Indeed, A.F.I.S. was flashing its colors when it has a match. Sara swiveled back to the computer to find out who the match is. She typed a few strokes and clicked. A minute later, she almost gasped at who the result was: Harry Pit, also known as Jason Napolitano, a thirty-one year old retired magician in Las Vegas.

Everyone, even Grissom, stared on with horror and surprise.

"So," Brass began to reel the frightened C.S.I.s back in reality, "does this mean she needs a bodyguard or someone to shadow her now?"