Warrick and Sara had called Brass and he indeed did have some new information on the hit and run. It seems that Josh Philips had finally returned home, and according to his roommate, Karl Womach, he had some unexplained injuries.

The Tahoe pulled up in front of the suspect's house and Brass was already there, standing in front of his standard issue, dark blue four-door sedan. Warrick and Sara climbed out of the Tahoe and greeted Brass.

"So, the roommate calls me this afternoon and says Josh finally came home. Seems he has some strange bruises. Says he did it skateboarding." Brass raised a doubtful expression.

Warrick nodded. "Let's do it then."

The trio walked toward the door and Brass knocked. Karl Womach opened the door. "Detective, come on in. Josh is sleeping, so I thought it would be a good time for you to come by. I'll go wake him up."

Brass and the two CSIs were ushered into the small living room as Karl Womach went to wake his roommate. Muffled voices could be heard from the other room.

"Dude, what are you waking me up for?! This better be good. If Ed McMahon isn't out there with a big fatty check, you are so dead." As he finished, Josh Philips rounded the corner.

Brass stood there with a plastic smile, flashing his LVPD badge, "I'm Ed McMahon and this is my prize patrol."

A look of fear and annoyance crossed Josh Philips' face. Karl Womach sat down on the couch and remained silent. Sara and Warrick exchange a silent look as they took in the young man's behavior.

Sara stepped forward, "Mr. Philips, I'm Sara Sidle and this is Warrick Brown from the Las Vegas Crime Lab." She gestured toward Warrick. "We'd like to ask you a few questions."

With a less than pleased expression on his face, Josh Philips replied, "Yeah, sure. Whatever."

Sara continued, "Several nights ago there was a hit and run accident that resulted in two fatalities. The driver of the car who hit the victim's car fled the scene. We traced the car back to your roommate, but he said that you had borrowed the car that day."

Josh Philips glared at Karl Womach, "Dude! I told you, the car was stolen!"

Karl Womach remained silent, only holding up both of his hands as if to say continue.

Brass interjected at this point, "Josh, I'm sure you're a responsible, outstanding citizen. You understand, we have a job to do. I'm sure that you'd be happy to provide us with a DNA sample to keep your reputation from being sullied." Brass just smiled patronizingly.

Sara and Warrick exchanged a knowing look.

Josh Philips began to protest, "Dude, I told you the car was stolen, I didn't do it. Of course I'll give you, what did you call it? What does that do? Does it hurt? I don't like shots, Dude."

Sara calmly explained to him the procedure. "Mr. Philips, it's pretty simple. I'm just going to take this swab and brush the inside of your cheek with this. We'll compare your saliva to what we found at the crime scene, and if your story checks out, this will clear you from any suspicion."

He just nodded. Sara swabbed his cheek and sealed the sample in it's container.

"Is that all?" Josh Philips inquired. "I'm tired, you woke me up you know."

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Brass replied with a hint of sarcasm that only Warrick and Sara picked up on. "Oh, just one more thing. I understand you injured yourself, uh, skateboarding."

Josh Philips glared at Karl Womach, "Yeah."

"Since you've assured us that you weren't at the crime scene, I'm sure you won't mind showing us your bruises. Voluntarily, of course." Brass smiled.

"Sure, dude. I don't have anything to hide." Josh Philips removed his shirt to reveal a distinct diagonal bruise beginning at his left collar bone and descending across his sternum, ending on the lower right side of his ribs.

Warrick winced, "That's a pretty nasty bruise, Mr. Philips."

"Yeah, I crashed on a rail." He began.

Sara, looking concerned, "Would you mind if we photographed your injuries, Mr. Philips?"

He nodded, "Yeah, sure. Skateboarding injuries are like a badge of honor, you know."

Sara picked up the Nikon F-100 and began taking pictures of the bruising pattern on Josh Philips' chest, as well as what appeared to be chemical burns on his forearms. "I think that's all we need. Thanks."

Brass interjected one last comment, "Incidentally, Josh, where were you that night?"

Josh Philips smiled, "I was at a party, Dude."

"Right." Brass smiled. "Can you give me some names of people that you might have seen at the party. Because if you drove the car to the party, maybe someone there stole it, or thought they were borrowing it."

"Good thinking, Dude." Josh Philips replied a little too enthusiastically. He provided Brass with a list of names.

"Josh, one more thing. Until we get our results back, you might not want to leave town. Just to make sure we keep your name untarnished and all." The sarcasm in Brass' voice was lost on Josh Philips, but not on the others in the room.

The trio gathered their things and retreated to their vehicles, pausing in front of Warrick's Tahoe. "Let me know what you get as soon as you get it." With that Brass went to his vehicle and got in, shaking his head in disbelief.

Warrick and Sara climbed in the Tahoe and just looked at each other, "I can't believe how stupid that kid is." Sara began. "I mean how obvious can you get?"

Warrick just smiled at Sara and chuckled. "No more obvious than you and Nick."

Sara's face turned pink, and she tried to suppress a grin. "Uh, what are you talking about, Warrick?"

Warrick laughed, "Come on, Sara, even Catherine noticed something was up earlier, and she's been gone most of the week on suspension."

Sara's voice had slight squeak to it, "Catherine?"

"Yeah." Warrick smiled at Sara and reached over and gave her knee and encouraging squeeze. "Sara, don't worry, I think it's great. I am curious about something though."

"Uh, what's that, Warrick?" She responded.

"Well, I thought you had a thing for Grissom. How did this happen?" Warrick looked genuinely concerned.

Sara blushed, "Uh, well, I did have a thing for Grissom. I made a fool out of myself and asked him out. He turned me down, not just a no thanks, but a full on no way kind of brush off. I think I finally realized that he just didn't see me like that."

"Grissom's an idiot to not see how great you are, Sara." Warrick replied.

"Thanks, Warrick." Sara smiled, "Yeah, Nick said the same thing, different words, but pretty much the same thing."

"So, that doesn't answer my other question. How did this thing with you and Nick happen?" Warrick pressed.

Sara smiled, "Let's just say that Grissom turning me down was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Grissom broke my heart, but Nick just walked in and started picking up the pieces. I didn't realize I needed him in my life like this until he was there. It's weird, he seems to see right through me and read me like a book, and it doesn't scare the hell out of me." She looked at Warrick with a slightly bewildered expression.

"So, you really like him then." Warrick stated smiling.

Sara blushed and a wide grin broke over her face.

Warrick raised an eyebrow, "Sara, I just have one bit of advice for you."

Smiling wide, Sara asked, "What's that, War?"

"If you and Nick are going to make out in the locker room, you might want to tell Nick to wipe the lipstick off when you're done." Warrick chuckled.

Sara's face turned beet red, but she kept on smiling.