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Chapter 11

"Anna Black." Marsha answered with a smirk. "Randy's wife."

"Call me Anna." Catherine spoke glaring at Marsha.

"Anna," Drake spoke a hint of a smirk on his face as well. "Maybe me and –"

"No. You will stay and brief the locals. This is something we'll keep the same."

"Yeah but Boss –," Mark began.

"We've checked out the scene." Warrick spoke.

"Boss you're not made of steal. We are your friends."

"And family." Jon added.

"And as your friends and family," Marsha spoke before she could. "And since you're the one who pays us. We should follow your orders like good little FBI agents seeking approval."

"Basically." She smirked. "So, I'm going to the scene with Marsha. Drake head the briefing then go speak with Dr. Robbins. Ask the normal questions. Mark, you and Jon will question the families. If I'm not back by then, I want you to prepare a report for me."

"Wait." Liz looked around her eyebrow slightly raised. "Who am I paired with?"

"Who ever Dr. Grissom wishes you to work with Dr. Kerr." She replied calmly. "Detective Brass feel free to join us at the scene if you like."

"We got everything." Warrick snapped. "Plus you should have one of us 'locals' with you anyways."

"I believe I just invited Detective Brass to join us." She smiled.

"I'm going with." Grissom spoke so softly that the entire room seemed quieter. Not one person spoke as he gave orders. "Supervisor Black, Liz, Marsha, and I will head to the scene accompanied by Brass if he wants. Everyone else work with your assigned partners. Sara joins Greg for right now. Show them the lab as you assist with their assignments then get together and prepare a group briefing."

"And remember." Catherine spoke in a voice that demanded attention and she got it. "This guy has an agenda, a plan. To understand it we must not look over any piece of evidence, no matter how small."

"I thought the FBI doesn't care for plans?" Sara raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Mrs. Stokes," Catherine glared at her as her team escorted a very angry Drake, who was trying to attack Sara, out of the room. "I'd be careful about what you say around my team. Many of us have suffered the loss of a loved one to this job." Her eyes seemed to grow cold and hard as she blocked something. "Drake lost his father when he was five because he searched for everything including the plan. And as a result he found the guy but not how to defend himself against him and therefore became the suspect's 50th victim."

The room grew even tenser as her team walked back in the room. Catherine lightly placed her hand on Drake's shoulder as he walked by but got no reply. Looking to Marsha, she nodded.

"I'll get the car started." Marsha took the keys from her and left.

"Drake," She waited for him to look at her. "Don't be too hard on them."

"Go do your thing, Boss." Drake smirked as she left. Grissom, Brass, and Liz followed. Brass walked up to join Catherine.

"So … Anna was it?" He smirked a bit. "Isn't it a bad idea to have the entire family on one shift?"

"Detective Brass please do not criticize the way I run my unit. After all you too have a married couple in yours." At that moment they reached the vehicle. Brass took the passenger seat; Liz sat in the far back and Grissom in the middle seat behind the driver's seat. Marsha was in the driver's seat. "Hey, move. I drive."

"You have to review the file."

"Did it." She climbed in the back anyways. "But I owe you so here you go."

"You owe me a lot more." Marsha pulled out onto the road. She looked in the rearview mirror. She could see all three of their faces; Liz's was between the two seniors. "Hey boss, you think Jon's prepared for this."

"Only way to know is to find out."

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CRIME SCENE

When they arrived at the scene they all piled out and looked at the house. Grissom snapped on his gloves. Brass took Liz to talk to the neighbor who was watching them. The other three headed to the door. Catherine's face was blank but her eyes held a tiny ounce of fear in them at the sight of the house.

"You know we have no evidence." Marsha spoke as they walked.

"True." They came to a stop at the entrance. Grissom silently observed not missing how tense 'Anna' had become. "I've always trusted my gut. My gut says it's him."

"I thought you trusted the evidence."

"The evidence betrayed me. Take the outside."

"This conversation ain't over." She walked off shaking her head a bit.

CRIME LAB

Drake stood at the front of the room ready to command. The sheriff stood watching and waiting. Mark pushed a box over to him and smirked. Sara stood getting uncomfortable as the two teams faced off. At least the men were.

"Look," Drake began as he pulled the box to him. "I know you guys don't like us just because we're the FBI. But these girls deserve closure, all of them. We have a job to do and I saw we do it. Warrick can be you're spokes person since me and him are partners. Shall we begin with the most recent case?"

"Maybe past will be best." Warrick spoke silently agreeing to the unspoken deal. The two teams would work together then go there separate ways. "Evidence is still being processed."

"First case was in New York." He began as the CSIs began jotting notes from the files and photos being handed to them. "The print found there matched one from a DC case, his first round."

"From then we split up. Marsha and I went back to DC to handle that case. C, boss, and Drake stayed in the Big Apple."

"Why'd you get the New York case anyways?" Greg asked curious.

"One of the victims was the daughter of someone on city council. The other two her friends." Mark looked around at the group, the CSIs muttering about hearing that on the news. All eyes turned to him and he continued. "The girls in DC were triplets."

"Want the simple version? After all you're all CSIs and will probably want to read the files for yourself." Jon said shrugging. They nodded and he repeated what Marsha said on the plane. He also added his note about the time zones. "The only evidence we ever get from the scenes is a print, a note, and a fiber. From the info we received about your findings you only got the print. That is why she went back to the scene. To get that fiber and the note."

"There was no fiber and no note." Nick said. "We searched that place."

"The note is not always … obvious." Drake responded. "Most of the time we are outside by the time the note is found."

"Only because she sends us out." Mark whispered to himself slightly annoyed.

"Later Mark," Drake gave him a look. "Anyways it's not really your fault that you didn't get it. It was probably supposed to happen that way."

"What do you mean?" Nick furrowed his brow.

"Maybe the killer made it so you wouldn't find them. To lure her to the scene or someone else." Jon shrugged.

"By 'keeps them till he gets bored', what do you mean?" Sara looked a bit afraid at the answer she might receive. Drake and Mark looked at Jon then to each other. Neither wanted to say what they had to say but knew they must. Sighing they handed everyone, including the sheriff, the crime scene photos and autopsy photos. The CSIs noted the scene was just as bad as theirs was.

"Each victim suffered from beatings, torture, rape, broken bones, some had cigarette burns, others –"

"We get it." Nick whispered. "Hell."

"Any suspects?" Warrick asked handing the agents their file. This was the easiest briefing he ever experienced with the FBI and it was making him rethink his opinion about them.

"Kinda," Mark looked nervous now. "C has a feeling about who it is but it's, well, complicated."

"C?" Sara asked confused as did the rest.

"Our boss," Drake clarified. "I'm D, Marsha M, Jon J, and well Mark is T."

"T for troll," Mark smirked proudly. "It's a grade in Harry Potter. Anyways, C, does a search every time we get a new crime scene. She'll assign Marsha to that."

"Who is it?" Greg asked reaching for an unopened file. Drake pulled it away. "Why can't I see that?"

"Because we are explaining it … a bit. Plus," Mark looked at Drake looking for approval. At Drake's nod he continued. "It's for Anna to share not us. It's not officially a part of the case. So unless se says so it stays closed."

"All our victims had been virgins." Drake changed the subject. "Yours?"

"According to everyone they know. And Dr. Robbins believes so." Warrick answered. "Why?"

"MO."

"Everything the same but location."

"Location?"

"Time zones," Jon answered Greg. The sheriff left as all fell silent and began analyzing the separate evidence.

CRIME SCENE

Catherine stood with Grissom as Brass approached. Liz went to Marsha. As Brass informed them that the neighbor decided to come in tomorrow she silently celebrated not having to be alone in the house with Grissom. Though she didn't want to be back in that a house anyways.

She could feel the men's' eyes on her. She felt as if someone else was watching her as well. It was an odd feeling but familiar. Instinctively her free hand moved around to her side where her weapon was. Kneeling slightly she placed her kit on the ground opening it and retrieving her flashlight.

"No." She whispered when the men, weapons drawn, tried to step in front of her.

"Jim, I thought this place was cleared." Grissom looked at him.

"It was." Brass hissed looking towards his friend as well. Neither noticed Catherine walking off and out of site. When they looked towards where she had been standing both cursed. They heard a soft noise in the master bedroom and headed that way. They found her kneeling to the flowing picking up a stuffed butterfly with something attached to it. She quickly bagged it and walked out neither followed eyes glued to the wall.

"Are you going to swab it or what?" Catherine's voice made them jump a couple minutes later. Pushing through she climbed onto the empty bed, mattress, sheets, bedspread, and pillows back at the lab getting processed. Kneeling she let Grissom take the pictures then swabbed each letter.

"Why each letter? Shouldn't one be enough?" Brass looked confused.

"Not this time." She whispered climbing off the bed and looking up with a smirk. "I'm going to get you this time.'

They looked in the direction she did and didn't see anything. Her walking by made them turn and watch. She disappeared towards the basement. Brass looked to Grissom a bit worried and nodding in her direction asked, "You'd take her off wouldn't you?"

"I'd warn her then if it continued pull her off. But that's not my job."

"You can still warn."

"Probably wouldn't listen." He turned to look at the messages again. There were three forming a small list. Brass looked at them as well. "'One team wants you to suffer, the other doesn't understand.' That one is easy if my suspicions are correct."

"We don't want her to suffer. Wait, you think she's Catherine."

"Don't we? After what she did, twice. Disappearing without a trace and not leaving a message or keeping in touch. Don't we want her to suffer for what she put us through? Her team doesn't understand why she reacts to things sometimes and does what she does. The killer is warning her that –"

"Eventually she'll be alone."

"Yes. That's the first clue," he shinned his flashlight on the next line the blood glistening in the light. "'Two females in the group know more then what they tell. But can they share it with you all.' That is slightly simple. Tells us out of the twelve people here, two know more about this case then they are letting on. By mentioning those two are females we can narrow it down to only four possible people. Sara, Marsha, Liz, and her. Though who it is and why they do not share that info is the mystery."

"We are in the mystery business." Brass smiled a bit but then frowned. "Part three?"

"'One of us will help you, the other wants you dead, one thing can make them safe but can you find it." He whispered. "Our worst fear for this case."

"Two killers. How do we know if the messages are for her or not?"

"We don't. That'd be problem number two. If it isn't towards her then who?"

"I guess that we will have to be positive."

Grissom didn't respond he just went to the basement. Brass followed running into him when he stopped suddenly. Side stepping he saw 'Anna' kneeling and inside the doorway with a pair of tweezers in one hand, a small evidence bag in the other, and her flashlight between her teeth. She placed her new found evidence in the bag, replaced the tweezers with a pen, and discarded the evidence into a pocket in her kit. While doing all that she spoke, her words slightly muffled because of the flashlight.

"Don't you have something better to do then watch me?"

"Never have, never will." Grissom replied calmly leaning against the doorway as she stood. She looked at him shocked, as did Brass but only because Grissom normally wouldn't have said something like that at a crime scene. She knew that he knew who she was and cursed at Marsha in her head. Though she couldn't blame Marsha for getting back at her and knew it wasn't all Marsha's fault if they got mad. She could have easily corrected Marsha back at the lab but made a choice not to.

"If you were a member of my team I would reprimand you for not doing your job and that comment."

"I'm not a member of your team."

"I thought your team got everything," she replied. Brass silently watched, now positive the woman before him was Catherine, as the two battled.

"They had. The bloody message is evidence the killers came back."

"Killer," she corrected while searching the floor while taking slow steps.

"The message indicates two."

"I've worked this case long enough to know there is one killer."

"I think you're getting to close to –"

"Shit," A soft click shut him up quickly. "Found it."

"Found what?" Brass hoped she wouldn't say what he knew it was. She did.

"The bomb." The only scary part about that sentence to them was how calmly she said it. Pointing to her case she looked at Brass. "Get the evidence away from here." After he left she looked at Grissom.

"I'm not leaving." He spoke before she could give him an order. "And you can't order me."

"Good." She knelt careful not to move her heal from its position. "By now Brass should be on the phone with the bomb squad, Marsha with Drake relaying this information, Drake will be informing the others, and my team will be having a little major minor fit about me. So help me pry open these floor boards. See if I timed activated or weight activated it."

"You are kidding right?" He looked petrified at her suggestion and calmness towards this mater.

"No and the way I see it we got two options. Option one being you leave bringing as much evidence as you can right now with you while I stay here and wait possibly sitting on a time activated bomb. Option two you do as I ordered. Option one has the possibility of killing me. So from where I stand we only have option two. Now you may not mind be blowing up into a thousand pieces but I do."

He was too shocked to move. After watching her cutting her hands up on the old wood trying to get it up he stepped forward. Bending he picked up a crow bar glad he had gloves on. They got four boards up quickly. She bagged and tagged and he pried them up. It was team work like before only more dangerous.

"I see it." He handed her the crow bar and she bagged it. "It doesn't look activated. Actually, it is rather calm. No blinking lights or lights for that matter."

"Could be a decoy." She thought allowed. "Get me or someone else to freak out and not move. Blow up the scene manually. Gather this evidence and get out."

"No." He did as she said though. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small envelope. Then putting her hand into the hole she felt for a note, anything. Something sharp pricked her finger. Grabbing it she pulled. A safety pin and note came out and she placed then into the envelope. Standing she looked at Grissom's returning figure her face showing she wasn't happy.

"So you are going to stand there till the bomb squad arrives?"

"No …" she looked at the floor then back up. "I'm gonna move." Before she could object about it possibly being weight activated she moved. He looked down at the visible bomb, at least for him; the blinking twenty pushed him to move. Running towards her he grabbed her hand. It was a race against time and he wasn't going to lose her to it.

Marsha stood holding herself back. Brass had his hand on Liz's shoulder for comfort, weather for him or her she didn't know. Liz seemed to be completely out of it as she watched the house. Seeing Grissom running out but not Catherine she knew. It was active.

"Cover," she grabbed both and ducked behind the Denali just as the house blew and caught in flames. When she stood she saw Grissom's head rising from the ground but her boss was no where in sight. Running around the vehicle she helped Grissom to his feet. Then running closer to the burning fire she ignored the calls behind her.

"C!" She called hearing a soft moan. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her. Just as she was about to run to her a hand gripped her shoulder. Two more hands grabbed her pulling her back. When she could see who it was she whacked them away. "She's –"

"The firemen had gotten her," Mark interrupted. "You would have gone straight into the fire."

"Relax." Drake pulled her into a hug. "She's fine."

"I warned her but she wouldn't listen." She whispered. "Normally I'm the one driving in."

"Come on. She's on her way to Desert Palms. Don't want her to disappear on us now do we." Jon marched them over to their Denali taking the keys.

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