"Hello?" repeated Warrick. There was no answer save his voice echoing off the walls. A curtain fluttered. Warrick flipped on the light and gaped in horror: his apartment was a mess. Everything was turned over or broken; someone had obviously been looking for something. A couple of his prize gadget toys were smashed to smithereens and Warrick clenched his fists. He made for the kitchen as a light had been left on in there.

The fridge was open. He peered inside, a stale jar of mayonnaise and a carton of milk stared back at him blankly. But that was not what caught his attention. A ham and cheese sandwich was lying on the top shelf, and pinned to it was a note: "You used to love these Brown, I wonder if you still do?!"

"Green" muttered Warrick. His mind spun. He hadn't thought it would have been that easy and quick for Green to have located him, and what's more, broken into his house. He gingerly took out the sandwich. No way was he going to eat it. He tossed it into the air a couple of times before hurling it out of the open window "His escape route" thought Warrick.

"Now what?" he thought aloud. Should he get the police involved or not yet? Was Green likely to come back and "finish off" his job?

Warrick didn't sleep that day. He left the T.V. on to keep him awake and started at every unexpected noise. When night came on, he was exhausted but at least had kept vigil and pretty alert.

"Warrick? said Nick. I just said something to you!"

"Huh, sorry man I've had a bad day…"

"I said did you know Sara and Griss were involved?"

Warrick sat up. "No, but I'm not surprised the way they ogle at each other constantly."

"Ahh damn, why can't I ever be the one to tell the news? I always know last. Oh maybe not, there's Catherine…"

"Hey guys, relaxing already?" said Cath as she breezed in.

"We're waiting for Sara…and Grissom." Snickered Warrick.

"Yeah, CSI's latest (and only) hot couple!"

Cath raised her eyebrows. "So you know." Was all she said.

"Aww man! You could at least have acted surprised!"

Warrick clapped him on the back. "Hard luck, maybe next time."

Just at that moment a flustered Grissom arrived, which was pretty unusual.

"Where's Sara? Said Cath.

Nick and Warrick exchanged knowing glances.

"She's on her way." Was all Grissom said.

"So c'mon, what cases have you got for us tonight?" Nick offered to change the direction of the conversation.

"Nick and Catherine, I want you to go downtown and check out the stabbing outside a bar. The body is still there. Hurry up before the uniforms destroys what little evidence there is."

"Warrick you're with me. At the casino."

Everyone looked in his direction. Although his gambling days were over, he never if he couldn't help it, approached a casino.

"That's ok." He said heavily.

The mention of the word casino had brought back his past, and with that, inevitably, Green's intrusion into his apartment. But he didn't want to mention it, not yet anyway.

"OK, everyone let's go."

Nick and Catherine went off one way, and Warrick and Grissom another. Sara caught up with them in the car park. Griss just nodded at her as they got into the van.

They drew up to one of Las Vegas's most prestigious casinos. Warrick looked up at it knowingly. The Caesars Palace. Grissom looked at him just to make sure he was perfectly OK with everything, Warrick gave him a half smile, Grissom nodded and they entered.

Brass was already there, ordering people about. "You'd better hurry up with this one, the manager is mighty keen on getting their Casino up and running again. Say they're losing massive business."

Grissom scanned the surrounding people. "He's over there", pointed Brass.

"What I'd much rather know, is the location of the crime scene."

"This way."

The team followed Brass as he lead them through the maze of slot machines and black jack tables to a quiet corner. "Fellow was found here ten minutes before opening. The manager has no explanation to offer."

Warrick opened his bag and Sara did likewise. After dusting him they found finger prints around his tie.

"Strangulation?" offered Sara.

"My bet too." Said Warrick with a glint in his eye.

Grissom bent over Sara. "Found anything? I need to get a warrant otherwise the manager'll have us out of here faster than you could say Crime Scene Investigation."

"We thing he's been strangled", said Sara softly. She couldn't help but melt when Grissom bent so close to her like that. She wanted to give him a passionate kiss right there and then, which was completely out of character, but, when she was with Grissom, she was completely out of character.

"OK, well get prints done while I check out the surrounding machines. Looks like there was a bit of a struggle."

An hour or so later, they came back and gave the fingerprints to Greg, urging him to hurry with the processing.

Warrick slumped into the break room. He felt a dull ache in his head. Stress? Most probably, although working had at least shoved George Green, the break in and the cheese and ham sandwich to the back of his mind. He sighed. He couldn't keep still so decided to see how Greg was doing.

"How far you got?"

"Well I try matching the prints with everyone who works in the casino, but none match."

"Ah. How about regular customers?"

"No result either", said Greg quickly.

Warrick smiled at his quickness.

"I'm about to try some local known offenders."

"Good luck", said Warrick clapping him hard on the back.

For his part, he went into the lab to process an item of clothing found on the scene, and chafings of skin, found on the victim's body. So absorbed was he, he didn't hear Greg come in saying "I've found a match" until he was tapped on the shoulder. He looked up.

"Come and see." Greg looked pretty pleased with himself.

On the screen in big red flashing letters was written: Green, G. …



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