Milander sat in his chair with Grissom bound and gagged in the corner of the room. Bruises were visible on Gil's temple, which showed that Milander hit the muzzle of the gun there. He was to weak to even fight back so he just sat there slumped in the chair.

"Get comfortable Mr. Grissom. You're going to sitting there for a long time. I'm not ready to kill you yet. But your friends think you are." He smirked.

'I think not.' Gil thought to himself. 'There not as dumb as you think.'



Nick closed the front door to his house and hung his jacket up on the coat rack. 'Jen must be sleeping.' He thought to himself. He quietly walked into his bedroom where she was facing the wall. He smiled. Finally she was getting the rest she needed. The floorboard underneath him let out a tiny squeak. He stopped and Jennifer turned around. "Sorry." He said.

"It's okay I was awake. I've been staring at the alarm clock since I got here." She said as he sat down next to her.

"Why?" He asked.

"Waiting. Wondering if the next minute I'll get a call saying they found him and he's okay. Waiting, so I can leave. So I won't have to hide anymore." She sighed.

"But I don't want you to leave." He flashed his famous smile and brushed a piece of hair away from her eyes. "You need to sleep." He stood up. "I'm gonna go and sleep on the couch."

Jennifer grabbed his arm. "No." She pleaded. "Stay, please."

"You sure?" He asked. She nodded. He removed his clothing and climbed into his bed next to her, pulling her closer to him. "Don't worry Jen. We'll find him." He spoke softly stroking her hair as she closed her eyes.



Milander turned on the TV, bored out of his mind. 'Short attention span.' Grissom thought to himself.

"Earlier we told you that twenty-five year old Jennifer Grissom has been murdered in her west Las Vegas home early this evening." The reporter reported. Grissom shot up in his seat and his eyes widened. "She was shot two times and was brutally stabbed." There was silence in the room as the reporter talked more about details.

"I guess you can't always protect your little girl." Milander said cockily turning to look at Grissom.

"Police have already identified a suspect already. Paul Robert Milander, fifty-three of Las Vegas is wanted by Police. If you see this man, please call the cities hotline at 555-8748." Milander froze in his seat, glued in to the television looking at his photo plastered on the screen. "I'm being framed." He shouted as he shot up from his chair.

'How the tables have turned.' Grissom thought to himself. 'How the tables have turned.'



The cell phone on Nick's nightstand vibrated across the hard wood surface. Nick woke up and reached for it trying not to wake up Jennifer. "Hello?" He asked quietly.

"Nick, its Catherine. We've got a solid lead on Milander's whereabouts. We're heading over there."

"Got you." He said pressing end. "Jen wake up." He said nudging her arm. "They know where Milander is."