A/N- I know I skipped a few days between this chapter and the previous one, please forgive me! I am grateful to every person who has reviewed this story. If you are an author, you know what it's like to get good reviews! Oh, and to the person who told me to write two different chapters, I would like to do this, but it is VERY time consuming and since I want both parts to go to the same place, it makes it even harder. I will try to write different chapters whenever possible. This chapter is a Grissom chapter, go to the next one for the Nick version (yes, they are different!).

~Nicole

When Nick and Grissom arrived back at the office, they found everyone else in the break room. When the two men entered, everyone stood to greet them, waiting expectantly for their report.

"Dr. Ramsay admitted to changing the names on the reports. All we need now is to find Sara," Grissom explained. He then looked at Catherine and Warrick, waiting for their report. He didn't expect much.

"The similarities at the crime scenes were amazing! This guy had a lot of extra time on his hands, not only were all the women the same age, they were all roughly the same height, weight, build. They all had dark hair and green eyes, were single. The layouts to their apartments were almost identical to Sara's. All we need now, like you said, is to know where he lives," Catherine explained.

"So," Warrick continued. "We looked in all the places we could think of to find the address and we found it in the place we least expected." The team looked at Catherine and Warrick expectantly.

"The phonebook." Catherine placed the book on the table open to a page with a name circled heavily in red. It read Robert Martin. Nick raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"How many Robert Martins do you think there are in Las Vegas?" he asked.

"Oh," Warrick said, grinning slightly. "We forgot to tell you, we found tire tracks outside every crime scene. They all traced to a European limo company. Apparently they ship overseas, but in this case, there's only one registered in the entire state of Nevada."

"Well then," Grissom said approvingly. "What are we waiting for?"

"Brass," Catherine said.

"Oh, O--" His beeper went off in the middle of his response. "It's Brass, I'll be right back." He went to use the phone outside.

"What's up Brass?"

"I'm caught in the middle of a huge case, I can't get away for at least another hour."

"Dammit, well, don't expect me to wait for you." Grissom slammed down the phone. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath; he hadn't lost his temper in a long time. He reentered the break room and looked at everyone, considering what he was about to do.

"What's up Gil?" Catherine stood and walked over to him.

"Brass got held up, I'm gonna go by myself. I'll take this microphone," he said, pulling a small black cord out of his pocket. "If you hear something you don't like, come after me. On second thought, get the police to come in after me."

"Gris…" Catherine paused. "Alright, but be careful, OK?"

"I will Cath, don't worry." He walked out, switched on the mike and headed for the parking lot.

About 15 minutes later, Grissom was on the huge estate Sara had been so amazed by almost a week before. He didn't waste any time though and was unfazed by the property. He got out of the Tahoe and rang the doorbell. When no one answered, he tried the knob. The door opened and Grissom paused, listening for any noise to tell him where to find Sara. He heard the television on somewhere upstairs and followed the sound into a hallway on the second floor. He lay his hand on the handle before entering; placing his other hand on the gun in his belt, ready to draw it if the need arose. When he opened the door, the man he recognized as Sam Martin drew his gun and grabbed Sara by the arm, pointing the gun at her head and wrenching her to her feet.

"How the hell did you get in here?" he barked.

"The door was open," Grissom stated. "Figured I'd let myself in."

"I could have sworn I locked it. Oh well, since you're here, I guess you might as well stay to watch the show. Sara here doesn't seem to like my plans to get married, so I figure I'll kill her, after all, she was supposed to take the wrap for killing my beloved brother."