"What?" Nick shouted. "No way. I'm not letting you do this."

"Come on Nick. It's not going to be me. It's going to be a dummy that looks like me. But only dead." Jennifer smiled.

They walked into the waiting chairs at the front of CSI where Terri Miller, the best forensic bone/face reconstruction scientist was sitting waiting for them.

"Terri, it's nice to see you again." Jennifer smiled. "How've you been?"

"I'm great Jennifer. I'm so glad I get to work with you again." She smiled.

"Again?" Nick questioned.

"I worked with Jennifer back in L.A, on a murder where a mans face was mutilated and I reconstructed his face. Now I'm here to help in your fathers' case. I'd like to take a picture of your profile first, then we can get started." Terri smiled as we walked to one of the various labs.

This was a huge task, but they needed to do this even if it meant Jennifer needed to be secluded for a while. Even if it meant for her dad to be returned safely.

Terri snapped the photo and retrieved it from the poloroid. "Okay, I'm ready." She donned a pair of latex gloves and started working on the plastercine.

"I'll leave you to work." Jennifer smiled. "Thank you for doing this. Now it's time to do my part."

"Not a problem. Good luck." Terri said.

Jennifer and Nick walked out into the corridor. "Here's the keys to my place. Call me when you get there okay?" He said handing her the keys. "Be safe." He noted with genuine concern. His face showed it all. He really did have feelings for her. As much as he despised this plan, he knew she had to do it.

"Ready Jennifer?" Brass asked as he came out of the men's washroom.

"I'm ready." She turned to Nick. "I'll see you later." She smiled and brushed her hand over his. As she was walking out, Brass infront she turned around and smiled again at Nick who was standing there.

"Okay, so you know the plan." Brass said as soon as they got to the parking lot. "Once you get to your house, dial my cell and let it ring twice. I'll be parked outside not far from your place in an unmarked car. Greg Sanders will be along to kill you, that's where he'll pick you up in the van. Clear on everything?"

"Yeah. Let's go." She said. Finally Greg was going to be apart of something. Okay, so he wasn't as tall as Milander, but hey, the build was the same. Lanky. Both men were skinny as hell.



Jennifer arrived at the grocery store near her house and entered through the automatic sliding doors. She grabbed a cart from the corral and began skimming the isles. Milk, ice cream, paper towels, bread, cookies, cereal, tomatoes, apples, bananas, oranges, frozen vegetables and liquid laundry detergent donned the inside of the cart. She proceeded into the check out line and lifted the items onto the conveyer belt. She looked at the tabloids and began to glance through the pages. She despised the tabloids, but wanted to blend in. 'Secrets behind the set of Manhunter. William Petersen tells all!' One title read on the page. 'Can't they leave the celebs alone.' Jennifer thought to herself.

"That will be forty-seven dollars and sixty three cents." The young cashier said. Jennifer grabbed her wallet from her bag and handed the clerk a fifty dollar bill.

The cashier punched in the notes amount and handed Jen the change. "Have a nice evening!" She said.

Jennifer smiled and said, "Thank you." She grabbed the bags and returned the cart to the corral. After getting in the car she headed towards the gas station. She needed people to see her out and about to highten the plot.

She filled the car with a small amount of gas and headed inside to pay. "Yeah, can I also get a bingo scratch and win please."

The male clerk looked at her. He hesitated but then asked. "Can I see some ID please? Store policy."

"Sure." Jen sighed. Guess they've been yelled at when they asked for ID before. The clerk read her ID. Grissom, Jennifer Lynne Elizabeth. Twenty- five. June first, nineteen seventy-six. Las Vegas, Nevada. Eyes Green, Hair Brown.

The clerk looked up. "Brown hair? You're blonde."

"It's called hair dye. Can't you see the roots peeking through." Jennifer sneered. Perfect. Something to get the guy to remember her. Especially if he was working the next day.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh." 'Moron.' Jen thought to herself, rolling her eyes. She paid for the gas and the lotto ticket and went along her way.

With bags in hand she fumbled for the keys. Before, when she got out of her car she noticed the white van. The imposter. She muttered to herself some obsenities about her keys. Just as she was about to put the key in the door she was slammed against the door. One of bags and keys dropped to the ground. The ice scream exploded on the ground and in the heat began to slowly melt. The oranges and apples were hurled from the bag as well. "Scream and I'll kill you." Greg said, then he whispered. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No." She whispered back. She already gave Greg a spare key so he made sure he scratched the wood around the lock. He opened the door and pushed her inside and closed the door. Jen let out a chuckle then picked the milk out of the bag and threw it at the wall. It burst on contact. Greg grabbed the cereal and tore the box apart making the cheerios fly everywhere. Jennifer threw a lamp on the floor and overturned the coffee table.

"Awesome crime scene." Greg said. "Glad I can help."

"Now shoot me." She smiled. She splattered pigs blood on the walls and precisely poured blood on the floor. Jennifer grabbed the plastic hand that Milander made and placed prints all over the place. Greg walked around in it and made bloody foot prints. Greg walked outside and reversed the van into the drive so that the back doors were facing the front door of Jen's house. He got out and walked back in the house.

Greg pulled a gun while Jenn planted the bullets and casings around the house. Greg fired one real bullet into the wall. He shot again the bullet going into the couch. He grabbed Jennifer and put her into the van, closed the doors of the van, then the doors of her house. He got into the drivers seat and took off speeding down the street leaving tire treads in the driveway.

"Nice work." Jennifer commented lying in the back of the van so she wouldn't have the change of being seen. "So how does it feel like being apart of a police business?"

"Awesome. Now, let's get you to the drop off. You know what to do right?" He asked.

"Yeah. Let me give the heads up to Brass first." Jen pulled out the cell phone given to her by Brass. She dialed his number and let it ring twice then she disconnected.

Greg dropped Jen off at the drop off site and took off back to CSI. Jen got into the car and headed for Nicks. The plan, was now in the last phase.

A few minutes later Jen was at Nick's place. She sat down on his bed and pulled out the cell phone to call Nick.

"Nick Stokes." He answered.

"Nick it's me."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, everything is done. Did Brass leave?

"Yea, Brass left and someone even called in shots fire call. Like we expected." He explained.

"Did Terry finnish working on the face?" Jen asked.

"Yes. I've seen it and it looks pretty good. Real if you ask me. She slashed it up then placed it on a dead body that was in the experiment lab then photographed it. You sure this is gonna work?"

"I'm positive Nick. Wait there's something on the news." Jen said turning her attention to the boob tube.

'Police were called to 1547 S. Durango Drive where a murder has taken place. Just a few minutes ago the body of Jennifer Grissom was found in an empty warehouse downtown." The male reporter announced. He paused as he was handed a piece of paper from the side. "We just received this from the police headquarters. The suspect is that of Paul Milander of Las Vegas. His picture is now on screen, if you have seen this man within the last hour please give the police hotline a call at 555-8748." Jennifer shut off the tv. "Well, well.. The handy work courtesy of the Sheriff."

"What?" Nick asked.

"My murder was just announced on TV... Now let's see Milander squirm." She smirked.