Greg led Alison into the Las Vegas crime lab. He led her to Catherine's office. Lifting his hand up to knock. The door opened before he could, and he almost hit Catherin in the face. She pulled u, surprised to see him.

"Greg, I thought you weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow."

"Ally and I got an earlier flight." Catherine smiled at Alison.

"Right, listen, I'm on my way to an autopsy with Doc. I'd love to talk, but we're understaffed this week." Alison tilted her head.

"You need some help." Greg glanced at Catherine. "I mean, we came here to help, so let us help." Catherine smiled, squeezing Greg's arm.

"Alright. You two know where the locker room is. Alison, there is some security camera footage that needs to be looked over, and Greg, you can join me in autopsy." She headed down the hall. Greg turned walked with Alison back down the hall. They waved at a few people that passed by.

"So remind me where the computer lab is. I have been here since Hodges wedding." Greg smiled pointed down the hallway.

"You can't miss it. It's the lab right across from the DNA lab." Alison smiled.

"You mean if we worked here, we would have been neighbors."

"Yeah, and I wouldn't have bothered to go into the field because working in the lab with you would've been the best part of the day." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Please, you love being a cop and getting to work in the field." Greg winked.

"I know, but it sounded nice."

"It sounded like a Hallmark card."

"Who knows, maybe my next book will be a romance."

"Not likely. You better get going. Catherine's waiting." Greg tossed his thing in one of the empty lockers. Grabbing a camera and a lab coat, he headed down to the M.E.'s lab. Doc paused mid-sentence looking up at him.

"Sanders, don't tell me you got kicked out of New York." Greg smiled, shaking his head.

"No sir, Ally and I came to help Ray out with the Briggs case. Catherine motioned that she was swamped, so we volunteered.

"It's good to have you." Greg got the camera set up and started taking pictures of the VIC while Doc headed back to his office to finish his notes. Leaving Catherine and Greg to collect evidence from the VIC.

"Took a lot of makeup to cover these bruises," He commented.

"I collected the SAE kit." Catherine said while putting the Vic's clothes into a bag. "The DNA was negative, so we won't get an ID that way.

"Lots of purplish-blue contusions. Someone worked her over pretty good. Most likely within the last day or two."

"So you have learned a thing or two out there in the big city. Tat is still fresh too." Catherine moved the hair back, revealing a small tattoo. "Skin's still inflamed. Ink cant me be more than 48 hours old." There was a knock on the door, and Alison walked in.

"Sorry to bother you two, but I got an ID on VIC. She's a Dede Chace. Works for a local network as a meteorologist." Greg zoomed his camera in, taking a picture of one of her earrings.

"There is blood on this earring. But I only saw blood on that side of her face." Catherine leaned, overlooking at the earing.

"Well, straight razors are hard to handle. People cut themselves with them all the time."

"So this blood could be a killer.

Alison looked over the table. The blood had come back as Madeline Briggs. Catherine shook her head.

"Okay, Madeline Briggs and Dede Chase, what's the connection?"

"Madeline Briggs fell prey to an interstate human trafficking ring. Took her from Miami to New York to Las Vegas, where she was probably forced into prostitution. Greg, what do you have."

"Her blood was found on an earring worn by Dede Chase. As Alison discovered she's a TV Weather girl from Barstow." Nick shook his head.

"Who ended up with her throat slit in the Tangiers garden sporting a new tattoo associated with known prostitutes. So how did she cross paths with Madeline?" Greg looked at the picture of the VIC.

"Well, you said that the earring belonged to Madeline, right."

"That's right." Alison said, looking over the report.

"Well, if she and Dede were sharing jewelry, it suggests they were living together. So maybe they had the same pimp."

"Catherine had me look into the tattoo, but the database doesn't have an ID for the pimp." Ray tilted his head.

"What's today's date." Nick looked at his phone.

"The 15 why?"

"I think I know where we can find a lot of pimps tonight."

"Nick and I will go with Ray. Greg, you and Alison, see what you can find here." Catherine and Ray headed to get their things. Nick turned, leaning against the table.

"Any chance being able to convince you two to stay here." Greg hugged Alison.

"I'm afraid my heart is in New York City." Alison smiled.

"But that doesn't mean we won't visit. Now I want to look at the list of pimps and see if we can get anything."

Alison sat in the breakroom. Greg was out getting dinner with Nick. She wasn't that hungry and wanted to let him have some time with his friend. Ray walked into the room.

"I just got off the phone with Mac. They have made some progress in the trafficking ring." Alison nodded, setting her book down.

"What's bothering you." Ray sat down, shaking his head.

"When we took down the branch of the ring here, they said they let her go. Why didn't she go home."

"Because she felt she couldn't."

"Do you think it was dangerous?" Alison took a deep breath sitting up in her chair. She pushed back her sleeves, reviling the scars.

"I was taken when I was around her age. I wasn't trafficked like her, but I was held for multiple months. Not one but twice. When I was first found, I didn't want to go home. I didn't want my family to see me. I felt dirty, and no amount of water and soap was going to clean me. But Mac found me, so there was no question if I was going home. I never thought I was going to get a date, let alone get married. The second time was hard, but when they found me, I wanted to go home." Ray nodded, looking at his phone.

"What changed."

"My family, Greg, they helped me have the one thing he had stolen from me."

"What was that."

"Choice. Maybe she just needs time to make her own choice."