Beckeh's.

'Hello? Sara?'

'Saraaaa?'

'Hey, Sara, you there?'

'Look, she's waking up.'

Sara opened her eyes to slits, allowing the bright hospital lights to pour in. She could see her pupils crazily adjusting to the amount of light. She groaned.

'Sara, you alright?' she heard Greg ask. The speech seemed slurred to her ears.

She nodded slowly. Just making out the two dark figures above her, Sara tried to pick herself up.

'Whoa, Sara, slowly,' Nick murmured, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.

Sara shut her eyes tightly, trying to push out the aching sensation in her head.

'Warrick...they...they...'

'What is it?' Greg asked, gently brushing Sara's cheek with his finger. Nick noticed this action, but didn't say anything.

'They've found...Warrick,' Sara finished, searching for hands to help her up. Greg and Nick looked at each other. Catherine observed from the bed.

'Where?' Catherine asked. Tears were dried crisp on her cheeks from the news of Lindsay's attack.

'I don't know. The page said they'd found him...that was it.'

Suddenly the pager screamed again, announcing another message from the lab. Nick snatched it up off the floor and read through the words flitting across the mini screen.

'What now?' Nick muttered in exasperation.

'What?' Greg queried, squeezing Sara's shoulder as he looked at Nick.

Nick turned the screen on them.

'New Problem.' It read.

'What can possibly happen now? What more can possibly happen?' Greg said, staring at the two words.

Nick shrugged hopelessly. 'Lindsay, Warrick's DNA, Warrick's body...and now something else.'

Silence descended on the bright sanitized room. A cloud of despair seemingly blinding everything else.

'I'm going back to the lab,' Sara said suddenly, clambering to her feet, overcoming the sense of nausea and ignoring the black spots prickling her vision.

'I'm coming with then,' Greg replied.

Nick looked from the two nearing the door, to Catherine, and back.

'I'm staying with Cath, guys. Make sure you update us with anything new, ok?'

Sara and Greg nodded.

'Ok,' Nick looked at the two, as if reinforcing how important it was to contact him.

Nodding again briefly, Sara and Greg left the room on the way to the car park.

--

Grissom stared at the two new bodies.

'Wha...'

Doc Robbins was in the same state. Utterly speechless.

'...Well...this is Warrick...' the doctor pointed out, motioning to the furthest body. 'And...this is...'

At that moment, Greg and Sara ran into the morgue, almost panting.

'What's happened?' Greg asked, moving towards Grissom and the Doc, closely followed by Sara.

As soon as the young CSI's eyes fell on the two bodies, his mouth fell open, then began to open and close like a fish. He looked from one to the other and back again.

'That's...Warrick,' Greg confirmed.

Grissom nodded.

'But...if that's Lindsay...' Greg looked over at the occupied autopsy slab, 'then who's that?' He turned back to the body from the hatch next to Warrick's.

Sara's eyes clouded with tears, 'This is...sick.'

Suddenly, Doc Robbins' attention was caught by the Lindsay No.2's jaw line.

'Look at that,' he murmured, looking closer.

'What?' Grissom asked, trying to look where the doctor was pointing.

'There appears to be a...seam of some sort, along the jaw.'

Every pair of eyes in the room, bar the dead bodies, narrowed and moved closer to Doc Robbins' point of interest.

'Like the films?' Greg suggested, 'Mask?'

The doctor raised his eyebrows and shifted his crutch before placing his gloved fingers underneath the seam. He seemed to psych himself up a bit, unsure of what to expect on the other side of the latex face. Eventually, he began pulling, peeling.

Soon, a new person was introduced to the morgue.

'Who's that?' Sara said, staring into the face of a young girl, around the same age as Lindsay. Her head was shaved and deep scars ran over her scalp. Bruises bloomed from every available space, head and body. Greg looked at the girl's face, his face paling and eyes hooded.

'That is a very good question,' Grissom replied, '....Someone is mocking us.'

'It's got to be someone close to home,' Greg said slowly, almost choking over his words. He threw out his hand, gripping Grissom's shoulder for support. Grissom turned and narrowed his eyes. 'You alright Greg?'

Greg barely made any motion to show he'd heard Grissom. His stomach felt uneasy, the pain in his knees was emphasized 100 times over. He swayed slowly. His legs felt achy, tired, numb.

'Greg?' Grissom repeated.

Greg looked up into Grissom's eyes, making contact for just a few brief moments before his legs gave way and he collapsed into Grissom's arms. He remained conscious, but felt weak enough just to lie down and disappear into the floor. Grissom staggered back slightly, trying to equal Greg's weight with his own. Greg felt his cheeks burn scarlet as he realised he was face first in Grissom's shoulder, but he couldn't summon up the strength to pull himself up. Sara ran forward and helped Grissom pull Greg back to his legs. Once the young CSI was loosely balanced back on his feet Sara looked worriedly into his eyes, stroking the back of his neck carefully.

'I'm ok...sorry Grissom,' Greg offered weakly.

Grissom shook his head, 'It's a lot for us all to handle Greg.'

Once Doc Robbins had regained everyone's attention, he brought them to the scars on the victim's forehead.

'Look,' Doc Robbins said, gently pointing out the thick red lines lacing skin.

'Got...you,' Grissom murmured, identifying the rough words carved into the skin.

'Got you? What's that s'posed to mean?' Sara asked, looking up at Grissom, still keeping her hand secured on the small of Greg's back, rubbing small comforting circles.

Grissom shrugged. 'Run a DNA test. Find out who this is.'

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