Brass leaned against his Taurus waiting for Warrick and Sara just around the corner from the home Josh Phillips lived in. Two police cruisers were also hidden from view and several unformed officers waited nearby for Brass' command to go in.

The Tahoe pulled in behind the Taurus and Warrick and Sara stepped out, joining Brass beside the Tahoe. Brass looked at Sara curiously, there was something different about her.

"What do we have, Brass?" Warrick asked.

"We got in touch with the roommate on his cell phone to see if he was home. Says he's sleeping." Brass explained. He watched as Sara tucked her hair behind her ear with her left hand and noticed the flash of gold. A surprised expression crossed his face, "Did you get engaged or something, Sidle?"

Sara grinned, "Or something."

Brass' eyebrows shot up.

Warrick explained, "Her and Nick got married this morning."

Brass looked at Sara, "You and Nick. I'm always the last to know." He feigned a hurt expression. He had a soft spot in his heart for Nick Stokes especially after the incident with Nigel Crane.

Warrick winked at Sara and then looked at Brass, "Don't feel bad, they didn't tell anybody."

Sara grinned with a slight blush on her face, not wanting to be the center of attention when they were trying to arrest someone. "So the roommate confirmed that Josh Phillips is inside?"

Brass smirked, "Yeah, let's go get some bad guys." He waved his officers on to flank the sides of the house and cover the back as he, Warrick, and Sara made their way to the front door. He knocked firmly, "Las Vegas Police, open up!"

A flurry of noise was heard near the rear of the house. The slamming of a door, and a few grunts and groans. "We've got him, sir!" one of the officers called out. A few moments later, Josh Phillips, his hands cuffed behind him was marched out toward the front of the house.

Brass stepped forward, "Josh Phillips, you're under arrest for two counts of vehicular homicide and one count of felony hit and run. Read him his right, Johnson." With that, Josh Phillips was led to one of the police cruisers and taken down to the station.

Brass gestured toward the house, "It's all yours."

Warrick and Sara entered the house and went toward the room that had been identified as belonging to Josh Phillips. They began to sort through the contents, looking for any additional evidence that might link him to the crash site.

Sara found a plastic grocery bag in the bottom of the closet with clothing stuffed in it. "Warrick, I think I might have something." She pulled a shirt out of the bag and held it up for Warrick to see noticing traces of what might be blood on the front.

"Good job, Sidle, uh Stokes, Sara. Whatever." Warrick smiled.

Sara laughed at him, "Threw you for a loop didn't we?"

Warrick crossed his arms in front of him and raised an eyebrow, "I told him he needed to treat you more respectfully and start thinking with the proper part of his anatomy after your stunt in the parking lot. I didn't expect you guys to be married the next time I saw you."

Sara smiled, "Neither did I."

Warrick smiled warmly at Sara, "Nick's one of my best friends, but if he ever does anything to hurt you, you let me know. I'll clean up his sorry ass after you've kicked it for him."

Sara laughed at Warrick's comment, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Seriously though, Sara, I'm happy for you. Nick's a good guy and you deserve someone like him." Warrick finished.

"Hey, let's get this evidence back to the lab." Sara said holding up the evidence bag she had finished labeling.