"Barry Parker, forty-two of Las Vegas. Single gunshot wound to the heart. Died instantly." Catherine read the corners report out-loud to Warrick as the paced down to DNA. Warrick opened the door for Catherine as she was still reading the report.

"What is this? The Vegas Inn?" Greg snapped. "Look as much as I want to find Gris, I've got too much to do! I've got samples from day shift and working this. I deserve breaks too you know."

Catherine and Warrick stood there in amazement. "We're not here to bring you more samples Greg. We're here to find out about the blood sample that was brought to you earlier. Would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?" She sneered.

Greg stopped. He looked at Warrick, then Catherine and back to Warrick again. "Sorry. I need sleep." He let out a tiny laugh but wasn't heeded by Catherine or Warrick. "Your results are back. The blood that was found at Grissoms' house was not Grissoms'. It was that of the dead man from the warehouse. And the blood of a another. But," Greg paused. "It did have Grissom's DNA in it."

"His DNA?" Catherine said looking from the file.

"Yes. His DNA. Epithelials, to be exact. Looks like Grissom fought back." He half smiled.

"So if Grissom fought back, he was caught off guard. He wasn't going to leave that easily." Warrick paused. "I'm going to go back and look for more evidence. If Grissom fought back, then there's gotta be something he used. A bookend, book, remote control. Something hard and in reach. I'll call you as soon as I find something." With that he flew out of the lab and was out of sight.

"So are you guys close?" Greg asked.

"Hopefully. We will be soon." Catherine amused staring into space.



"Tony's Super Auto." Sara said as she got out of the Tahoe. "I'll tell you what would be super, if he saw Milander."

They walked into the bay of the auto center, where a male was bent over a tire patching it. Nick cleared his throat.

The burly man turned around on his haunches. "Yea?" He said without a care.

"Do you happen to be Tony?" Brass asked the man who has his back to them.

"What's it to you?" He snarled.

"Team player. Tons of help from this guy." Jennifer whispered to Sara who snickered.

"Well I'm Captain Brass and this is Jennifer Grissom, Nick Stokes and Sara Sidle, there with criminalistics."

"What?" He asked still his attention on the tire.

"Crime Lab. We'd like to ask you a few questions." Brass stated.

"About what." Still he was focusing on the tire.

Brass' patience was thinning. And that was evident when he turned and looked at what he called the Nerd Squad. "A murder investigation." The mechanic paused and turned around. "Now do you have time?" Brass asked.

The mechanic, who's name tag read Louis, got up and walked towards the gang. "Murder investigation? Nobody was killed her." He said. "So why are you here?"

"We need to know if you've seen this man here at your station." Nick asked holding the photo out so he could see it.

"No. But he does look familiar." He noted. "It's like I know him from somewhere, but I can put my finger on. I'm sorry but I can't help you."

Jennifer sighed. "Well if you do remember, please give Captain Brass a call. As soon as you remember."

"Sure. Not a problem." He took the card from Jim. "I swear. I know him from somewhere, but I don't know."

They all turned around and were about to get into the car when Louis the mechanic shouted, "Now I remember!" They all turned back to face him. "I'm really big on Halloween, so I looked in the phone book and I went to this warehouse called 'Hallo-weird'. And I got masks and stuff. And he, that guy in the photo. He's the one that sold it to me. Everything. Nice guy. He told me to have a great Halloween and to come back next year. Which was this, but when I did. The place was gone. Too bad, he had the coolest stuff."

"What did he sell you exactly?" Brass questioned.

"A mask, scary ones. Some modern decorations, and a dismembered plastic hand. It was cool to, because he said he used his own hand for the mold. It looked really real. So I bought two." He explained. "Do you need it for evidence or something?"

Nick looked at Sara and Jennifer. "Should we take it?" He asked.

Brass shrugged then said, "Maybe. It could help."

"I'll be right back." He said. Not even two minutes later he came with the hands in a grocery store bag. "I had them here after Halloween. Spooks the customers, ya know. Cause they look so real and the wonder if maybe an accident happened here." He snorted. "Take them as long as you want. Keep them if ya'd like."

"It's okay. We'll bring them back once were finnished with them. Thanks. Are you sure he's never been here?" Sara asked.

"No. Not that I know of. But I will call you if he does." He smiled and returned to his damned tired.

They got in the Tahoe, Nick placed the hands in the back of the SUV. "So, I guess we should check out the next station. This wasn't a help, but you never know."

"Okay. I guess." Brass said. "But I'm tired of doing the talking. I'll be there to flash the badge, you guys can to the talking for me."

The other auto service store was on the other side of the city. The search was getting kind of hopeless and tiring.

Again they dragged themselves out of the Tahoe and sauntered into the office at the front.

"Hi." Nick smiled. "Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, Jennifer Grissom and that's Captain Brass. He's from Homicide and were from the Crime Lab. We you here yesterday around the same time as now?" He said still smiling flashing the famous one of them all. The lady killer as Jen referred to it.

"Yeah I was." The girl, who looked to be about eighteen, spoke in a soft voice clarified here presence yesterday. "What can I help you with?"

"Were investigating a murder and we'd like to know if you've seen this man here." Nick asked flashing the picture of Paul Milander once more. He was getting tired of it. 'Damn bastard.' He thought to himself.

The young girl studied the picture, quickly though, but precise. "Yeah, he was here yesterday about this time." She smiled.

All perked up. "He was?" Jennifer asked. "Did he happen to buy antifreeze?"

"Yeah. I took the order. And it was good he came at the time, his engine kafed right there. In the parking lot. He asked if there was a hose around so he could cool the engine down. He used the one off to the side of the door there. Then he came in and purchased antifreeze."

"Now, was this antifreeze environmentally safe?" Jennifer added.

"Yeah, it was. It's our best seller. We've got the cheapest price in town. Two dollars and fifty cents for the two gallon. We sell out of those like hot cakes. He bought a whole case." She said being very helpful.

"With what did he make the purchase with?" Nick asked.

Sara turned to Jennifer and whispered. "I'm gonna go and see what I can find. Miss." She spoke a bit louder. "May I go and look around the lot. And is it okay if I collect anything we may find that will help with our investigation?"

"Sure! Not a problem." She smiled. "Um, let me see." The girl looked down in a book and flipped through some receipts. "He paid by cash. He was the only one who bought that type of antifreeze."

"Hm, no credit card so he wouldn't have to sign for it. Damnit." Nick muttered. He looked at everyone. "Sorry." He smiled.

"No he didn't sign it. But he did rip the receipt himself. He said he was in a hurry."

Jennifer straightened up. "He ripped the receipt himself? May we have that please?"

"Sure." She smiled once more. Jen put on pair of gloves that were in her pocket in a bag and gently took the receipt from the girl. "Did he say why he was in a hurry?"

The girl thought for moment. "He said he had some cold storage food in the back. Which was weird, because the van he was driving didn't look like a cold storage van. But you never know. Looks can be deceiving."

"Do you know where he turned once he left?" Brass asked.

"Left, right out of that turn there. From where on, I have no idea."

Sara walked back in with a jar in her hand. "What did you get she asked?"

"A receipt. That Milander tore. Himself." Jennifer smirked.

"Awesome. I got a sample of the antifreeze. It was in the shade so it didn't evaporate yet. Close to, but we got her on time."

"Thank you for your time Miss." Brass smiled. "Oh, and if he comes again, please call us as soon as you can. It's very important." He once handed the damned business card out to the girl and smiled.

"You bet I was. Glad I could have been of some help."

"Oh, you were a big help. Thank you." Jennifer smiled.