"Did you get a response?" Catherine asked as she leaned over Alex's shoulder looking at the laptop screen on the desk.

"Yeah, we did." Alex punched a few buttons to bring up the e-mail, and glanced to Bobby to get his attention.

Bobby and Grissom, in the corner discussing who knows what, neither Catherine nor Alex wanted to ask, looked up when they heard Alex's answer. With two giant steps, Bobby was at Alex's side and reading.

"This guy's got a set of brass one's." Bobby muttered as he read.

"I can't believe women fell for this crap." Was Alex's reaction. She glanced over her shoulder to Catherine, wanting another woman's opinion.

Catherine shrugged, "I can imagine being lonely enough to believe anything. Wanting to believe a movie star picked you out of all the others."

"Clark Gable was a movie star." Grissom interjected, still reading the e- mail.

Bobby snorted, "Now him I've heard of."

"Now that we've got his e-mail address, we can find his ISP, and maybe track him down." Alex looked to Grissom, "Can we do that from here?"

With a slight smirk, Grissom nodded.

~~

"Com'on Mark. . . " Mindy whined, "this is really good. Here . . ." she stabbed a bite size piece of her steak and held the fork out in front of her, trying to feed it to Terrance. In response, he smiled and quickly opened his mouth for the offering. All the other girls he had had to persuade into trusting him. This one, she really thought he was Mark Price, so what the hell, he'd ordered room service. Dinner and champagne.

"Can I check my e-mail?" Mindy asked, standing up and already headed to the laptop lying open on the desk.

"Uh, yeah, ok." Terrance looked at the abandoned plate, still half full. Not only did Mindy think he was Mark, but she had a habit of dropping one thing, like dinner, and seemed to forget about it completely, only to pick up on something else, like her e-mail. "Ooppsie." Mindy said in a singsong voice. "Can you log on for me? Pppppllllleeesaaaassseeee." Terrance cringed openly, in spite of himself. He needed to get this done and over with, she was getting on his nerves. He also had the feeling that this one wasn't going to be as fun as the others. Mindy wasn't right in the head, it'd be more like putting the girl out of her misery.

Terrance stood and walked over to the desk. He leaned over Mindy and typed in his password, and hit the return button.
~~

"Got him." The technician hollered across the room. In a flash he was surrounded by the NYPD detectives and half the Vegas CSI's.

"Where is he?" Bobby asked anxiously.

"The Regal."

"Can you get a room number?"

"No, his dial up connection is through the main switchboard."

Bobby turned to Grissom "Can you get us there?"

"In about three minutes." Catherine answered him, grabbing her keys and headed out the door.

~~

"Would you like some more champagne?" Terrance asked.

Mindy giggled, a heehawing kind of noise that grated Terrance's nerves even more. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Of course not!" Terrance acted offended.

"To bad. Yes, I would LOVE some more champagne please." She watched for a moment longer as he turned his back on her to pour. Turning back to the computer screen, she saw the tiny envelope in the corner of the screen, near the clock. 'Who could be e-mailing Mark?' She asked herself, 'We're here, I didn't send him anything, who else could there be?' Glancing behind her, she saw that he still had his back to her, and was reaching into his pants pocket. She quickly clicked on the envelope to see an e-mail from fiestycheerleader, one of the newer members of the fan group. 'How could she have gotten Marks address?' Glancing again over her shoulder, she saw the coast was still clear, so she clicked on the message, opening the email. It was a reply. Mark had written to this girl. 'He's betrayed you. He said you were the only one. He lied to you.' Mindy's face clouded over and she rose from the chair. Walking over to the bed, the only thought in her mind 'He's betrayed you. He's betrayed you.'

~~

"How do we find this guy once we get there?" Catherine asked from the drivers seat.

From the back seat, Bobby met Catherine's glance in the rear view mirror. Slowly he shook his head. "I don't know. Door to door I guess. Ask everyone who fits the profile to go down to the lobby." He shrugged as if it was an off the cuff idea, and there had to be a better way.

~~

Terrance straightened up from his bent over position at the table just as Mindy approached him. She ran her hand up across his back as she cuddled up next to him. Taking the glass he held out to her, she moved in front of him, so they faced each other. He smiled as sweetly as he could at her, looking down on her face he realized something had changed; he just could tell what it was. There was something different about her eyes, the way she looked at him.

Mindy set the glass down on the table next to her. He watched her do it with confusion and frustration, he wanted, needed, her to drink it, to fall asleep and finally shut up. She straddled the corner of the table, stretching her arms out behind her, propping herself up on them. She dipped her head to the side, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Who's fiestycheerleader?" she asked sweetly.

"What?" Terrance's brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Oh!" he relaxed a little understanding. "Just a fan."

"But you told me I was the only one."

"Uh. . ." Terrance grasped for something to say, finally realizing what it was that had changed in Mindy's eyes.

Mindy's hands moved as she readjusted weight, and her right hand bumped against her plate, her steak dinner still on it.

~~

They told the management who they were and why they were there. Starting on the first floor, they spread out, each taking a room and knocking on the door. There weren't many men staying there alone, and none of those they did find drew suspicion on themselves by refusing to go down to the lobby where Brass was waiting with some questions.

Floor by floor, they worked as quickly as they could. Catherine knocked on room 412 with Grissom six doors down, trying to explain to the occupant why they need him to go downstairs. Alex was on her right, at room 410. Bobby was half way half way between Grissom and the women; he too trying to patiently explain the situation to the man who'd answered the door.

Catherine heard the chain bolt slide open from the other side of the door. The knob turned slowly, but the door opened quickly as if a gust of wind had pushed it open. The woman who answered the door had a towel draped around her, and glanced at Catherine's face, then at the badge hanging from a chain around her neck. "Well." She said with a little bit of surprise in her voice. "I didn't expect you here so quickly. He's in here."

Puzzled, Catherine ran her eyes up and down the woman, and only then saw what looked like blood on her hands. "Eames." Catherine said just loud enough for Alex to hear. Alex glanced over at the sound of her name in time to see Catherine reach to the small of her back and pull out her gun.

Immediately, Alex called down the hall, "Goren. Grissom." Then followed Catherine in to the room.

Mindy stood over Terrance. He laid on the floor face up, his feet near the room service cart. A steak knife stuck out of his chest, only the handle showing, the blade was sunken all the way into his flesh.

"I killed him." Mindy said simply. "He cheated on me, and I killed him."

"What's his name?" Catherine asked gently, not yet knowing the dead man in front of her was the same man they'd come looking for.

"Mark Price." Mindy answered. The hairs on the back of both Catherine and Alex's necks stood up on end. "He's a movie star." Mindy continued. "Perhaps you've heard of him?"

Bobby and Grissom came in to the room cautiously, and heard Mindy say Marks name. They glanced around the corner of the room, and saw the dead man lying on the floor, Alex was slipping her gun back in to its holster as Bobby walked up behind her.

"Well?" Mindy asked impatiently. "Haven't you heard of him?"

"Of course." Catherine answered quietly. "I love his movies." She glanced at Alex out of the corner of her eye. The man on the floor was not Mark Price.

"He cheated on me with some skank, feistycheerleader." Mindy continued. Bobby and Alex each closed their eyes for a moment then glanced at each other, seeing their own regret reflected in the others eyes.

~~

Two days later New York City - One Police Plaza

"And you're sure it was the right guy?" Captain James Deakins asked after Alex finished her report.

She nodded. "The stolen credit cards used to pay for the Internet service and the hotel rooms were found in Suttons wallet, Vegas CSI's found three sets of false teeth and four wigs, one of which is a good match for the hair found at the first Vegas scene. The e-mail on the laptop had folders for each of the victims, with all their correspondence and five others that he hadn't yet 'invited' to come meet him."

Deakins nodded. "Good enough."

Alex and Bobby understood that was a dismissal and left the office.

When they reached their desks, Alex watched Bobby as he sat heavily down in his chair, leaned back and rubbed his eyes.

"Mindy?"

"Yeah." He answered, then sat up in the chair and met Alex's eyes. "Her face will stay with me for a long time."

Alex nodded in agreement and sat down. "I heard from Catherine. She's talked to Mindy's doctors; Mindy has already forgotten what happened. She keeps asking the nurses if Mark Price has come to pick her up yet. The doctors say she doesn't even realize she's in a hospital, she thinks she's at a spa for the rich and famous."

Bobby shook his head and put his face in his hands.

"Look at it this way. . ." Alex began, "the bad guy's dead, he won't be killing any more women, and Mindy is getting the help she needs."

When Bobby didn't respond Alex gave up and left him to his own thoughts. A few moments later, the phone rang. Taking a deep breath, Bobby lifted his head, blinked a few times to clear his blurry eyes then answered the phone, beginning a new case.