Chapter 13

"Go find us a place to stay while we're here." Catherine said after awhile of silence. Both left the room, Grissom and Brass were already in the hall acting innocent. Jon looked at her and she nodded so he walked off.

"You could stay at my house." Brass offered.

"It's okay we'll get a house." Both looked at her funny. "FBI owns a couple houses in nearly every city. Place for vacationing or any agent to stay if the need to. They make for a good headquarters too."

"So that's why we have empty residences." Brass joked. "We'll need the address and number so we can contact you just in case."

"Sure thing detective." She had to fight the urge to say Jimbo or Jim or any other nickname she gave him. They fell into steps as they headed to Brass's office. Both men were on either side of her and she felt trapped.

"Care to join us for breakfast." Brass spoke as her grabbed his keys.

"No, thank you. Long flight need to rest.' She lied leaving.

Grissom and Brass walked into the layout room. The group turned to look at him. Liz walked in taking a seat with her files and continuing to work. The door joining the two layout rooms was open and the agents' voices floated in.

"You got us a condo." Drake said. "On Stetserlin Drive."

"A townhouse." Jon corrected. "Boss approved it. Said we shouldn't be here longer then a week and we'll hardly be there."

"Does it matter? It's a bed and shower." Marsha said. "Relaxation."

Catherine walked into the CSI layout room and into the agents. She tossed a set of keys at Marsha. "Pack your boxes and go to the house. Get some rest and unpack. Sleep, people, sleep."

"What about you boss?" Mark asked yawning.

"I've got work to do." She smiled. "I have a meeting with the sheriff, a walk through of the crime scene, and a press conference."

"Boss you need sleep. You've been up since," Drake looked at his watch to do the conversion. "We'll I want to say ten our time."

"I woke up at five (EST)." She responded calmly. "It's now ten (EST) so I've been awake for only twenty-nine hours. When it hits seventy-six start to worry."

"We'll start loading," Jon spoke grabbing his box and leaving. Once all were gone from what they could tell Sara spoke.

"I think its time we got sleep. No point working the bomb, days has it. And fresh eyes for this copy cat might help."

"What copy cat?" Mark asked as he, Drake, and Marsha entered.

"Paul Millander." Liz lied quickly surprising the CSIs. "Some psycho copying him."

"I studied that case." Marsha said. "Dr. Grissom would be a viable target if everything is the same. Well have a nice day."

CRIME LAB

LAYOUT ROOM

10:00 AM

Sara had joined them not that long ago. Catherine had finally left the building to speak with the mayor or something. Everyone, including Brass but not Grissom, was now reviewing the copycat before retiring to bed. Liz was the only one reviewing the folders while the others looked at evidence.

Sara was checking out the names of those who knew the victims. Nick was studying the autopsy results. It seemed they were missing two words from the tattoos. Warrick was studying crime scene photos. Greg was looking at evidence results. Brass was looking at rap sheets of released prisoners. Liz reached in the folder and pulled something out. Sara being next to her noticed it as the witness report.

"Oh my god," Liz mumbled grabbing a sheet of paper. Everyone watched as she scribbled information they knew.

"Walks with a limp." Sara read aloud. "Crocked smile, long shaggy hair. None of that really helps us."

"Yes it does. Oh god it does." The others rolled there eyes and went back to work. She continued to watch as Liz wrote more on the paper turning it to make room. She noticed it was no longer the description or anything pertaining to the case but something else over and over again 'It's him' or 'who is it this time?', so confused she went back to work. Brass though walked around the table and stood beside her. Their eyes locked and he saw no barriers but instead what looked like tears. Before he could understand or even distinguish all the emotions floating around the barriers were up again. He noticed that again her notes were placed in circles. He also noticed she had the pictures of tattoos in a pile to her side.

"Not trying to solve it?" He asked. He figured even with some words missing she would solve it. That was one of the differences in this case; it was words not letters tattooed on the body.

"Why don't you?" She spoke stopping her messy notes. Everyone at the table now watched as he placed the photos down randomly. After awhile she took them and placed them in the correct order leaving blanks.

"I'm back with a blank Doctor blank." Sara read. "Well that sure helps."

"At least we know how many more victims." Nick sighed defeated.

"We don't need the two victims. I solved it." Liz spoke.

"And you didn't tell us." Warrick snapped. "And how the hell did you solve it?"

"No one asked." She replied with a smirked. For a second they all thought they'd seen that smirk before, Brass thought knew he had. Picking up her notes she flipped the page and handed it over to Brass.

"Anyone find out the message?" Grissom's voice came as if on cue. Brass looked at Liz then to Grissom. "Or more dead bodies?"

"Both." Brass chocked out getting looks. "But I don't understand."

"What?" Sara asked now.

"Who got it?"

"Dr. Kerr." Greg answered. All eyes went to her.

"Only about like ten minutes ago."

"You should have notified me." Grissom spoke angrily.

"No," Brass defended her. "Sorry Gris, but this isn't something to hear over the phone."

"The message is," Everyone watched as she went to the other room and gathered her things. When she came back it was only to the door. "I'm back with a surprise Dr. Grissom."

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