The next day, Grissom and Sara went back to the lab and continued processing the evidence they had collected.

Grissom asked, "Did you get anything from that marble dust we found?"

"It's a high end marble used for decor. We're looking into the distributors in Vegas and the surrounding area."

"Catherine ID'd the shoe print we found. It is from a Nike cross trainer size 12."

"Well, it's something."

"We need to catch this guy before he strikes again."

Catherine entered the room, "We have a match on that tire tread. It's used on delivery trucks. I gotta go. I just wanted you to know what we found. I'll call you if we find anything more."

She left as fast ha she had entered leaving Grissom and Sara to work alone.

Grissom contemplated that for a moment, "That may be how he can dump them without being seen. He is making deliveries. He wouldn't seem out of place behind a convenience store. We need to check out who makes deliveries to that store."

Sara chided, "Great that should only leave a couple of hundred trucks to check out."

Grissom clarified, "We need to check the ones that deliver regularly."

"Maybe, he doesn't deliver to that store. Maybe he just drives the trunk."

Grissom sighed, "Yeah, you could be right. In that case our suspect list just got a lot longer."

"I wish we had Nick here to help with this."

"Hopefully we can stop this before he gets back."

It was Sara's turn to sigh, "I hope so too."

Sara spent the next few hours requesting the delivery logs from the store. It took some time but once they were delivered she and Grissom sat down and began reading. There did not appear to be any connection at first, but they kept reading. They both felt that this was the key. They continued going through reports about deliveries to the convenience store. It was long, tedious work. They were just about to give it up for the night. Shift was over in about 15 minutes. Suddenly Sara looked up as she read one of the reports. Just maybe she had found a connection.

"Hey, Gil, I might have found something."

"What?"

Sara pointed out a particular log, "Look. The beer delivery is the same days and within the time frames we are looking for."

"See if it is the same driver every time."

"I'll call the company and check. I really hope this is the lead we are looking for."

"Me too, good catch honey."

"I know."

She smiled her Sara smile at him and dialed the phone. Grissom left to check on some of the other evidence while Sara called the distribution company.

"Rock River Distributing, may I help you?" a receptionist asked from the other end of the phone.

"Hi, my name is Sara Grissom from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I need to talk to someone about a series of deliveries that were made and who the driver was. Could you please connect me to whoever is in charge of that department?"

"That would be Rick Tavers. I'll connect you right away."

"Thank you."

Sara waited while the receptionist connected her. The phone clicked and a man answered.

"Hello, this is Rick."

"Hi, my name is Sara Grissom I need to inquire about some deliveries that were made by your company. May I make an appointment to come and speak to you?"

"Sure, what's going on?"

"We need to see if your driver saw anything while he was making a delivery a few days ago."

"Well, do you want to come on over now?"

Sara looked at her watch. She was supposed to get off shift in a few minutes, but she knew this was important.

"Um.....OK I will be there in about 20 minutes."

"Great, I'll see you then."

"Great, Bye."

She hung up the phone and went to find Grissom. She found him in his office reading a report. A gentle knock at the door made him look up.

"What'd you find out?"

"I'm supposed to go over there now. Want to come?"

"I really need to finish this paperwork. How about you take Warrick with you?"

"He still isn't back from his last call. Greg is out too. Maybe I'll try Catherine."

"Do you want me to go?"

"No, get your paperwork done. I'll call you when I'm done."

"Are you sure? I don't really want you going alone."

"Gil, we're not going through this again. That was three years ago. I'm fine. I can do this."

"I know. I'm aloud to worry about you, I'm your husband. It came with the marriage license."

He flashed those baby blue eyes at her. She smiled in return.

"I'll be fine."

"OK, go. Just call me when you're done. I've been thinking a lot about when you were....taken....I couldn't stand it if something happened to you."

"I love you, too. Now quit worrying. I'm a big girl and besides I have a gun. If they try anything I will shoot them where they stand."

"OK Annie Oakley, go get 'em."

Sara held her fingers like a gun and blew on them like she was blowing smoke from the barrel.

Grissom smiled at her as she leaves. He just can't let go of the feeling that something was not right about all this. Catherine jolted him from his thoughts.

"Hey, what has you so lost in thought?"

"Oh, I was just going to get started on this paperwork. Want to help?"

"UGHHH, no. I have my own work to do."

"Some friend you are."

"I just saw Sara leave, where is she going?"

"She went to check out a lead in the killings behind the Gas and Go."

"Well, I hope we catch him soon."

"Me too. I have a bad feeling about this one."

Grissom's phone rang.

"Grissom."

Brass was on the other end.

"We go another one, same spot. Meet me here as soon as you can."

"Damn it. I'll be there in a few minutes."

He hung up and talked to Catherine.

"Brass just found another DB at the Gas and Go. Come on everything else will have to wait."

"Are you going to call Sara and let her know?"

"I guess I better."

Grissom called Sara's phone but she didn't answer. Grissom felt the knot of worry tighten in his stomach again.

He left her a message. He tried to keep it light. He did not want her to know how worried he was about her.

"Hey, call me when you get this message. We just got another body, same place. Meet us there."

"That's strange, she didn't answer her phone?"

"Maybe she forgot it in the car."

He didn't believe it when he said it, but he was trying to stay on the hopeful side of things.

Catherine sensed the stress in his face, "What?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm sure she is fine. Come on let's go."

Grissom tried to push that nagging voice out of his head. It did him no good to cloud his mind. He needed to think clearly.

Catherine let it go for now, "I guess we're pulling a double."

Grissom sighed, "I'd better call the sitter."

Grissom just couldn't get that feeling out of his head. The knot was tighter than ever. Why didn't she answer the phone? Where was she?

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Grissom and Catherine arrived and began investigating the scene behind the Gas and Go. It looked like the same signature as the others. Young female in party clothes and dumped in the trash dumpster. It was an all too familiar scene. Grissom tired to push the worry about Sara out of his mind. He had called her twice more on their way to the scene, but again there was no answer. He tried to focus.

"This looks the same as he others. We will know when we get her to autopsy. Is there any ID by chance?"

Catherine looked around the scene again, "No. none that I see. Who is this guy?"

"It's only been 2 days since the last one. He's escalating. We need to catch him now."

Brass walked up. He had been inside.

"We have the tapes to look at. I'll get them to Archie to see what he can find, but if it's like the others, it won't be much."

Grissom added, "It's always worth a shot."

Catherine called out, "Hey, here comes Sara."

Grissom saw his wife coming and a great weight was lifted. The knot in his stomach loosened a little.

Sara said, "I got your message."

Grissom snapped much more harshly than he'd intended.

"Why didn't you answer your phone? You scared me."

"I was in the middle of my interview with the supervisor of the drivers, Mr. Rick Tavers. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I'm just protective of you."

"I told you I'm fine."

Grissom decided that a crime scene was not the place to air their family laundry. She was safe and the rest could be dealt with later.

"I guess you're right. What did you find out?"

"The same driver made all the deliveries on the nights in question. His name is Frank Granger, 27, white, single. Here is his picture."

Sara handed the picture to Grissom. He looked like a normal guy, but then again they usually did.

"I'll get this picture to Brass and we can get it out there."

Sara sensed something was wrong with Grissom.

"What is wrong with you today? You seem distracted."

"I hate signature killers. We need to get this guy, now."

"We will. At least we have a name now. We need to find him. Tavers said he is due back into the depot at 9:00 AM. I plan on being there waiting for him."

Grissom snapped at her, "You're not going alone."

"Not again Gil, please."

"I'm serious, Brass and I are going with you. That's final."

"Final?"

"Sara, don't. You are not meeting with this guy alone."

Sara knew it was going to do no good to argue with him when he gets like this. It made her angry. There was more to this. He was letting this case get personal. She decided to back off for now.

"OK. What can I do to help in the mean time?"

"Help Catherine process the dumpster, I need to go talk to the clerk. I'll be right back."

Catherine saw Sara approaching, "Hi, what did you find out?"

"We got a name and a picture. Gill's talking to the clerk. How can I help?"

"I haven't printed the dumpster yet. It should be pretty clean. We just printed it two days ago. How are we going to know what is old and what is new?"

"Yeah, I feel like I just did this, oh, wait I did."

They smiled and got to work.

Grissom was gone about twenty minutes. He walked back up to them to inform them of what he'd learned.

"The clerk says this guy is the regular beer delivery guy. He comes every two to three days. Same time frame as the murders."

Catherine asked, "When is the next delivery due?"

"Two days."

Sara added, "Are we going to talk to the driver?"

"Oh, yeah."

Brass drove up from delivering the tapes to Archie.

Brass asked, "Sara, what'd you get?"

Grissom and Sara filled in Brass.

They were processing the scene when Dave came up to get the body.

Dave shook his head, "Got another one?"

Grissom sighed, "Looks like it."

"Let's get her out of there."

Catherine watched as they removed the body. She gasped as they laid her on the gurney.

"Oh my God, I know her. I couldn't get a good look at her in the dumpster. That's Rebecca Matheson. She is a friend of Lindsey's. She is only 17."

Sara's head snapped around to look at her friend, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, she's been over to our house many times."

"I'm sorry, Cath."

Grissom said, "We need to verify that and call her parents."

Sara turned to Grissom, "We'd better leave if we are going to talk to Granger."

Catherine nodded and continued to work the scene

Brass added, "I can't wait.

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Grissom, Sara and Brass were waiting for Frank Granger when he got back from his route.

Brass spoke first, "Frank Granger?"

Granger answered, "Yeah, who are you?"

"Detective Jim Brass LVPD. We need to talk to you."

Granger jerked a finger at Grissom and Sara, "Who are they?"

"They are crime scene investigators from the department."

Grissom introduced himself, "My name is Gil Grissom"

Sara added, "My name is Sara."

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Brass did not want to get into this here.

"Let's go to the station to talk about this. We don't need to do this here."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what this is all about."

Grissom spoke first, "We are investigation a series of murders. The bodies are being dumped behind one of the stops on your route. We wanted to see if you had seen anything while you were making your stop there. Could you please come to the station and help us catch this man?"

He could be charming when he needed to be.

"Um...sure....let me drop off the keys to the truck and clock out first."

Brass did not trust him.

"We'll go with you then you can accompany us to the station. Would that be fine with you?"

"Sure...I guess."

Granger and Brass went inside.

Grissom turned to Sara, "We need a warrant to search that truck, now."

Sara said, "I'll make the call."

"I'll go with Brass, you process the truck. Have it towed to the lab and find me something. I want this guy."

Sara looked at her husband.

"I haven't seen you so fired up about a case since the Miniature Killer. Why this one?"

"I..we.. have a daughter who'll be seventeen one day."

Sara began to understand what was going on, "Oh, I see."

She found the father in him to be endearing.

"Gil, Vanessa is fine."

"I know. We can't always protect her though. She is going to grow up."

"Gil...."

"Sara, please no lectures. I can worry if I want to."

Sara had rarely seen Grissom like this. He was becoming obsessed with this case.

Brass and Granger reappeared and Grissom got in the car with them to go the police station.

Sara called to get a warrant to search the car and have it towed to CSI.

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There was little in the truck cab but finger prints. She then turned to the back of the truck. In there, Sara found some hairs and lots of finger prints. She also found a piece of cloth and some dried blood.

Sara called Grissom to tell him what she found.

"Hey, what'd you find?"

"Finger prints, hair, blood, and a piece of cloth. We're analyzing all of it now."

"Great work."

"Did he give you anything yet?"

"He swears he doesn't know anything about anything"

"How much longer are you going to be?"

"At this point we don't have enough to hold him, unless you got something."

"Too soon, sorry."

"OK....I should be back to the lab within the hour. Let me know if anything pops up that can hold him."

"I will."

"OK, bye."

They hung up.

Brass asked, "Anything?"

"Nothing yet. We still have to process what Sara collected."

"We're going to have to let him go. I'll put a tail on him 24/7."

"Good, maybe we can get him before he kills again."

"Are you sure he is the killer?"

"No, but he knows something."

"You aren't usually so unscientific, what's up?"

"Drop it, Jim." and walked off leaving Brass wondering why his friend had just bit his head off

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A/N:

Thanks for reading. As promised I am getting more posted. Please let me know what you think. If I know you like it, I might be more inclined to post sooner.