"Poisoned then choked." Sara said. "I don't get it. Why not just poison her?" She questioned looking up at the ceiling in the conference room. "But along with poisoning her, he also choked her. I don't get it."

"Sometimes, criminals do things that we can't understand or explain." Grissom began. "Maybe it was about control. He needed to control her and he did that by poisoning her with the cyanide then wanted to let go of her so he strangled her. This Sara, we need to fully understand, so we can close this case."

"There has to be something more to this. There's something that I'm missing here. I can feel it." Sara sighed then slouched back into the chair.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to slouch?" Grissom smirked.

"My mother isn't here right now." Sara retorted back. "But thank you for pointing that out," she smirked, "but right now I need to go solve a very weird case."

"Poor Sara." Grissom bellowed. "You need a vacation." He smiled as she stopped at the doorway.

"Do I ever. And, it better be a nice one. With a week of, no disturbances, no phone calls, no pages, just me, myself and I. Not to mention my television and flannel pajamas." She winked then went on her merry way.



"How many times have you watching this video?" Jennifer asked Nick as she slipped into bed next to him.

"I lost count after twenty." He smiled his eyes not leaving the TV screen and one arm around Jen. He pulled her closer. "I wish I could have been there."

"Me too. Things happen, and don't think that I'm mad at you for not being there, because I'm not." Jennifer smiled.

"All that matters is that Emily is here with us. And I promise you, that the next time we have a baby, I will be there and I will not miss it for anything. If I have to speed through red lights, I will do so. I love you so much." He paused and kissed the top of her head. "And I also promise you this. I promise you that soon we will get married. Deal?" He snickered.

"Deal." Jennifer said as she rested her head against Nick's shoulder and quickly fell asleep.





"So, if he's on the run from LVPD, why the hell is he here?" Warrick questioned Catherine who was now helping him with the Carl Spencer case.

"Have you ever heard about Grissom's theory?" She paused. "The one where criminals do stupid things. Well, this is one of them." She flipped through Carl Spencers' long list of crimes in his file that Brass loaned. "You know what Vegas does to people."

"Yeah. Picture that." Warrick snickered. "Hook, line and sinker. Pulls you in and never lets you go." Warrick clicked furiously on his computer. "Hey Cath. Take a look at this." He smiled. "Baby girl has got some definite chub."

Catherine wheeled her chair over. "Is that Emily?" Warrick nodded. "Aww, that is so cute. And her first bath. I'm surprised she wasn't screaming and whaling." Catherine's eyes sparkled at the sight of her fellow co-workers' baby. "She is so cute. I remember the first night I brought Lindsey home, I did not want to let her go." She smiled. "Save those pictures, will ya?"

"No doubt." Warrick tapped some keys and turned his attention back to Catherine. "Now, getting back. Let's run it this way. He gets a large bank roll, from, where ever he was before he came back to Vegas. Bling, bling, money ain't a thing. So, he either hops on a plane or drives on out here. Plays the slots, maybe owes some dues and thinks, no worries. But then, tick, tock. His luck just ran out. Bang. One shot in the head, his killer, plants him in a ice cream truck, takes of with his dues, he's happy. He's got his bling."

Catherine nodded and smiled in amazement. "Nice theory Warrick. I couldn't have thought of a better one myself."

"It was nothing. Just rolled off the top of my head." He grinned wildly, with a apple, in return, being chucked at him from a laughing Catherine.