"Willows." Catherine spoke as she answered her cell phone. There was a long pause. "Yeah, we're almost done here. We'll be there in about twenty minutes." Another pause. "Thanks Greg."

"What did Sanders want?" Warrick said putting the last envelope in his field kit.

"He found something that was on our vic." Catherine said as she put her Star-Tac into her jacket pocket.

"Why would Sanders have it?" Warrick asked looking puzzled.

"Chemicals. I asked Robbins to swab the body and send whatever he found over to Greg." Catherine told Warrick as she grabbed her kit. "I told him we'd be there soon. We best get going."



"So," Grissom paused. "Where's Nick?"

"At the grocery store." Jennifer smiled as she gently placed Emily into her fathers arms. "We couldn't decide on what to have to dinner so he took off to the store. Would you like to stay?"

"It would be my pleasure." He spoke quietly as he looked at his tiny granddaughter. "You know Jennifer, she looks just like you when you were this tiny."

"You think so?" She asked as she sat down and placed a pitcher of lemonade on the coffee table.

"Yes. She does." He pasued when Emily squirmed in his arms. "I remember when your mother brought you home for the first time. I was at the lab back in Los Angeles. I didn't know she was coming home, but they released her a day early. I got in the front door and I could hear crying coming from the spare bedroom. I thought I was hearing things, so, I walked into the bedroom, and there was your mother rocking you in that big huge rocking chair that your grandfather built for you." He paused once more. "I was so happy to finally have you home, and I was so proud that I was your father. And I still am."

"Oh dad." Jennifer sighed. "I'm glad your my dad. I wouldn't want it any other way. By the way, mom is coming in this weekend. She finally got time off of work. Nick and I made reservations at the Orpheus for all of us. You better come."

"Of course I will. It's been a long time since I've seen your mother last. I'd like to know what she's been up to. When exactly will she be here?" Grissom asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon around four." Jennifer smiled. "And dinner is around seven."

"I'll be here with bells on." Grissom spoke as he gave his famous laugh.





"Toilet bowl cleaner and acetone?" Warrick asked Greg as he looked at the fresh sheet of paper that printed from the printer.

"Yup." Greg commented.

"Like I said earlier. What kind of man uses nail polish remover?" Catherine hummed.

"This is Vegas. Anything happens." Greg smirked. "And the toilet bowl cleaner. Anyone uses that stuff. I mean we all clean toilets. He probably got it on his hands when he was cleaning his toilet."

"He was staying at a hotel." Catherine spoke as she reviewed the case folder.

"Was there any cleaner in the bathroom?" Greg asked.

"We didn't find any." Warrick responded shaking his head.

"You know..." Greg trailed off and quickly spoke again. "You should talk to Sara."

"What about?" Catherine asked.

"Well. Her case is weird. And well it's just like yours actually. Her vic, is an exotic dancer and she died of strangulation." He commented.

"Yeah so. What's that gotta do with our case?" Warrick spat.

"Her vic was also poisoned. Toilet bowl cleaner and nail polish remover." Greg stopped and watched Catherine and Warrick, exchanged glances between each other and the eager CSI Lab Tech. "I just brought the two cases together. Oh yeah! Greg Sanders, once again may have presented major clues to these cases..." He paused. "I rule."