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Grissom stood in surprise as Catherine groan in disgust. Catherine finally got a hold of herself and looked straight at Grissom.

 "This is a sick guy." Catherine curse.

"Do you think Greg pass out onto the pavement yet?" wondered Grissom.

"If he did I wouldn't be surprise."

"Go find him and I'll gather the others." Grissom ordered.

 Catherine nods her head and went in search for Greg Grissom picked up the walkie-talkie to call Warrick. Catherine knew she was getting closer to Greg from the horrible sense of blood she smells; she started to breathe through her mouth so she would not faint.

 "Greg!" she called out, flipping her red hair out her face.

"Over here!" boomed Greg.

Catherine jogged a little farther and stops when she saw pile of blood rushing towards to meet her. She glance up and saw Greg, the bottom of his pants covered in blood.

"Do you mind waiting, I gotta get these pants off since they're evidence?" ask Greg.

Catherine nodded. "Grissom keeps fresh pants in his red bag."

"Good I'll run the test and find out who is this John Doe."

"You didn't find any ID on him?"

"Nope, I'll meet you later."

 "One bullet through the seat and into the back of the head, causing instant death." Catherine and Greg turned and look at Doc Robbins.
 Catherine looked at Greg, "Do you think you know how this guy died?"

"Yeah, what Robbins says." Greg said. Catherine looked back at the Doc.

"Many victims died from the car crash and the rest died from the bullet." Robbins said.

"Do you think that the killer shot everyone else just to cover this murder up?" Greg asks.

 "Possibly."

Catherine asks, "Greg no offense intended but could you run the tests?"

Greg nodded, "Sure I'll call you if I get anything, in the mean time why don't you get better acquainted with that sex toy in there?"

Catherine smack Greg's shoulder. Greg blush and ran away laughing.

"Can you tell me if there's any struggle or any other possibly injuries on our John Doe?" Robbins leans towards the John Doe. "Nothing with a bruise where his dick use to be, but other than that, he died an instant death into the head."

Catherine gave him a weak smile, "Thanks."

"Call me if you need me." Dr. Robbins said as he walked away from the murder.

Catherine took out her camera and started taking pictures of the scene, the holes in the window, the dead guy, and the dick. She took out a tweezers and took the bullet out from the back of the John Doe's head. Placing it in a bag and putting it in her case she then carefully grabbed the penis from the steering wheel and places it inside a plastic bag.

 "Oh gross…" she moaned.

"Is that you're new sex toy Catherine?"

Catherine turned around and face Nick, "Geez Nick you're turning into a Greg."

Blushing Nick kneel by Catherine, "The others are coming, and this is what Greg found?"

"Yeah, got some blood onto his pants, he's testing them for evidence and the bullet that he found."

"Not bad for a first time out in the field." Nick said.

"I'm going to go take this sex toy into evidence, I'll see how Greg is doing," Catherine said, "See ya." She picked up her camera and case and walked off to the SUV.

Nick walked around to the other side of the car. It looked like the bullet entered from the inside of car coming from a fast distance. It explains why the other window all totaled.  Maybe they were racing and he got shot, he wondered.

"Whoa, I knew there was a target these killers were really after!" shouted Warrick. Nick looked up and saw the other three CSI entering the scene.

"Greg messed up the evidence." Sara pointed out, looking at the shoe prints in the pile of blood. "How was he supposed to know the man's dick was cut off?" Nick defended.

"It's just human error, where's Catherine?" ask Grissom.

"She is taking the dick in for evidence."

"Greg's running the test?" he asks.

Nick nodded. "I think our John Doe knew his killer and tried to get away."

"And this theory is based on?" Grissom pressed.

"The bullet holes in the window, the first two were shot on the left side exiting out of the right window, the victim drove faster and crash when the bullet came through the back window."

"Good evidence, did you guys get a photo shot of this?"

Nick shook his head.
 "Nick I want you to take photos of this car," he turned to Warrick and Sara, "I want you two to spilt up and take pictures of the other victims and try to get as many evidence as possibly."

Warrick and Sara nodded and they both went into different directions. Grissom looked at his watch, they had about 5 more hours until the Sheriff took away the crime scene. He just hopes maybe Greg and Catherine were having better luck with the evidence.

            Catherine walked towards the SUV and when she at least a couple feet away she heard heavy metal rock music playing. She opened the SUV and saw Greg dancing in boxers. His pants were hanged in the far corner of the SUV; a desk was against the left side of the SUV. Catherine shouted over the music, "Having fun?!" Greg spun around and his face turned red as he saw Catherine. He went up to the driver's seat and turned off the radio.

"Sorry," he apologizes.

"Any thing yet?"

"The bullet that we found comes from a .45 automatic, I'm running the database to find out who this John Doe is based on the blood that were on my jeans."

Catherine smiled at the grinning spike-hair lab rat.

"You got some more evidence for me?" Greg ask, noticing her silver case.

Catherine set her case down and opened it. She took out five plastic bags, which each held different evidence. The .45 bullet on the pavement, the gun from the backseat of the car, a bullet from the victim in the car where the gun was in, and the bullet from the John Doe.

Handing them to Greg she said, "Run these for me."

"And the lab rat continues to search for the cheese."

"And lets hope he finds it." Catherine assured.

Greg grinned, "Okay, I'll give you a call when I get these done."

"You're a sweetie," She said and she left in search for Grissom.

Turning the radio back on, heavy metal filled the SUV.  He picked up the .45 bullet and ran it under the microscope; its end touching the other .45 they found at the scene. It was a match. "One done, and a ton to go." He putted on some rubber gloves and grabbed the bag with the bullet from the John Doe's head. Greg took the bullet, took a q-tip and wipe blood on it, he then place it in a plastic bag. He took the bullet in a little bucket of water mix with bleach. Washing most of the blood off the bullet he remove it from the bucket, removing the other .45 bullets and place his John Doe's bullet under the microscope next to the .45 bullet. "MATCH!" he yelled over his music. Dancing around he places both bullets back into their bags. A beep came from his computer. The blood on his jeans came up. Greg went to his computer. The results up revealing his John Doe as Jack Dawson, he scrolled down and realizes that he's wanted in North Vegas for a robbing the North Green Casino. The bad part is that he hadn't been caught yet. "He's already been caught." He read on and learned that Jack had stolen at least 50 million dollars from the casino. He grabbed another plastic bag and ran the dick through CODIS. Greg hoped that the killer's DNA might be on there, as usually killers are bond to be caught eventually. While waiting, Greg grabbed the plastic bag that held the gun that they found in the car. Running it through the database on the other computer, it beeped up in five seconds. Whoa that was fast thought Greg. He looked at the results. It was not a match to the .45 bullets. It was a .48 automatic. He checks to see who had it registered to in Las Vegas. 23 were registered. He decided if he could get any DNA off the gun and match it to the results that he found, he ran it through CODIS on the second computer. He slid over to the first computer to see if it was finish. Still running. Greg got up and started dancing like a fool, grabbing a pencil he sang along to the lyrics, "All the small things, truth care truth brings, I take one lift your ride, best trip say it aint-" A beep interrupted his singing and he went over to the first computer. He got two DNA results from the penis. One was Jack Dawson and the other- Greg gasp. Grabbing for the walkie-talkie he tried to call Catherine and the others.