"Our little plan worked." Brass said to Catherine on the way to Nick's house. "The places that Jen visited earlier, recognized the photo and called in. She's one smart girl."

"I just hope that the rest of the plan plays out." She smiled.



"I just don't get this note." Jennifer said as everyone sat around the dining room table. "Why would he send me a nursery rhyme? It makes no sense at all."

"Maybe there is a meaning behind it." Sara said as she looked at the letter. "Diddle means cheat. But I can't see why anyone is being cheated on or out of. It could mean like ditty as in a short story. That makes more sense."

Jennifer sat there, looking at the note. She perked up. "He was cheated out of life."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"He was cheated out of a life with his father. His father was murdered when he was ten. His father was cheated out of justice." She said looking at everyone.

"Good one." Catherine said. "Now what about 'the cat and the fiddle'?"

"Don't know." Jennifer paused. "Maybe he's the cat. Not like a kitty cat. But like a tiger or the larger cats. The dominant cats. He dominated the men when he killed them. Overpowered them. And the fiddle. He's playing a song?"

"Song of justice?" Brass asked.

"No, I don't think that's it." She stared at the note. "Strings. There are strings on the fiddle. He was treating my dad like a puppet. He had him under his finger, he was in control."

"The cow jumped over the moon. What? Is the cow Grissom?" Warrick said. "And I don't mean that in the bad way."

"He jumped over the obvious. The evidence. He had Milander then let him go because of the stupid hands." Catherine added.

"The little dog laughed to see such sight." Nick read.

"Milander was laughing at my dad's expense. Because my dad questioned him, suspected him, but then let him go. So he was laughing because he was so close." Jennifer explained.

"And the dish ran away with the spoon. Milander ran away before Grissom could catch him." Sara added.

"And we're gonna catch him." Jennifer replied. "You got the address Brass?"

"Yeah." He said getting up.

"Let's do it." Jen smirked grabbing her gun from the table.



"I was ten years old Mr. Grissom when my father was killed." Milander started to talk as he pulled down the gag. "I knew that he was murdered. I saw it with my own eyes, but they never believed me. Why would they believe a kid? They're, they always doubt kids. I begged, I, I pleaded but nothing."

"Mr. Milander you have to realize that back in nineteen fifty nine they didn't have the technology that we have now to work on the evidence. If they did, your father's good name would have been out there. The public would have known that it wasn't a suicide and not a murder." Gil tried to reason with him.

"But you, you never believed that I could have committed such a crime!" Paul shouted. "You ignored the evidence Mr. Grissom. Why?"

He thought about it for a while. "I guess I let bad judgement get in the way of evidence." He shrugged.



Jennifer put the letter in the envelope and marked 'Paul Milander' on the front. They stood behind the car barricades at the residence that the credible caller provided them with. Milander wasn't so smart after all. "Let's go." Jennifer directed.

"Be careful." Nick said. "I want you back intact."

"Don't worry." She smiled. She raised her arm as that led the SWAT team forward. She walked on her haunches and slid the note under the door and quickly backed away, out of Milander's sight.

"What's this?" He said walking away to the door. He picked up the note. It had his name on it. He walked back to where Gil was and opened the letter. "It's a tic-tac-toe game. Jennifer Grissom: She's the X's. I'm the O's. She has three x's going diagonally." He paused. "I don't get it."

Grissom smiled and looked at him. "It means you lost."

With the count of three from Jennifer the front door was blown open by a battering ram. Jennifer ran in with the gun pointing at Milander. "Put the gun down. Now!" She shouted with Brass by her side.

"I wouldn't do that Miss Grissom. You shoot me I shoot your father." He instructed.

"You're not as smart as you think you are. I can have a bullet in your body faster than you can say Hawaiian Vacation." She sneered. He quickly turned the gun towards her and was about to pull the trigger when Nick ran up and fired three shots. Milander fell to the floor.

"You okay?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She half smiled as she walked over to her dad and untied the rope that he was bound with.

"I thought you'd never come." He smiled.

"How can I leave you hanging? Come on lets get you to the hospital to get checked out." She said helping her father out. "Nick, can you drive us. Please?" Nick nodded as they proceeded to the door. "Wait." She said. She hovered over Milander's dead body. She threw the ropes at him. "You finally got your justice. But in the wrong way." She said calmly and walked out with her dad and Nick to the street.

"We'll come as soon as we get this processed." Catherine said. "The sheriff will want to talk to you."

"Tell him it can wait." Jennifer paused. "Tell him I say thanks."



"Your father will be alright Miss. Grissom. He has a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder. Some bruises and bumps, but he'll be fine. We're going to keep him over night just for observation. He will be released tomorrow afternoon." The doctor smiled and walked off.

"See. I told you he'd be okay." Nick smiled as he pulled Jennifer closer. Grissom was watching from inside of his hospital room. Nick brushed a piece of hair from her face. "And I was there with you all the way. I wouldn't have left you. It's not what I wanted." He lowered his head and kissed her on her lips. He pulled back after a few moments and smiled. "But I never told you this." He paused. "I love you."

Jennifer smiled. "I love you too. Thank you." Nick returned the smile with one of his famous smiles. "I'm gonna go check on my dad. I'll stop by your place later."

"Okay. I'm not going anywhere." His eyes twinkled and he turned around and walked down the hospital corridor. Grissom diverted his attention from the display in the hallway to the Discovery channel that was airing on his hospital room television.

"You're going to be alright. And you can go home tomorrow." She paused. "Well my home." She paused again remembering the fake crime scene her and Greg created. "We'll find somewhere."

"Like Nick's?" He asked. She was caught. The secret she kept from her father was revealed. "It's okay Jennifer. You don't have to hide from me anymore. You guys don't have to hide for the sake of anyone. He loves you. I can see it. It was the same way I felt when I was in love with your mother. I just wish I would have married her."

"We can't dwell on our past. We're here in the present and we have to make best." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a new colorfully painted paperweight rock. "Since you used the last one for self defense... I know how much you liked the original one I made, so I couldn't pass up on making you a new one." She handed the rock to him. "I'm sorry I never told you about Nick and I. It was wrong."

"There's no need to apologize. You're not a little girl anymore. You're a grown woman who can make her own decisions. I can't keep you locked up." He said.

"Daddy." She said. His eyes lit up. She hadn't called him that since she was a little girl. "I will always be your little girl. Always. Because it's the ties that bind that keep us together. I will never leave you. You're my dad, and I love you." A tear began to form in the corner of her eye. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on his forehead and a big hug. She pulled away and they both smiled.

Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed with her head on his shoulder and his arm around hers, and watched TV, like they used to do, when she was six.