Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters SPOILERS: STALKER!

"Geez, can we remove this guy I mean he's in our way!"

"Nick, you're a grown man, stop whining." Grissom said.

Nick rolled his eyes; it wasn't the first time he heard that.

 "He's stinking up the air." Nick moaned again.

Grissom hid a smile. He shines his flashlight at the victim.

 "Don't you think that maybe we'll get the killer's DNA off the victim's penis?" wondered Grissom.

Nick groaned at the question. "Do you have to remind me?" Nick opened the right car door.

"Having fun guys?" ask Catherine, arriving at the scene.

"Oh yeah Catherine, what took you so long, playing with the toy?" joked Nick.

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Do you need help?" she asks turning her attention to Grissom. "Yeah since Nick is complaining every five seconds maybe we'll accomplish something with another person."

 Catherine let out a stifle laugh while Nick shot a look at Grissom.

 "Geez, thanks man," Nick turned his attention to the inside of the car and started looking for some evidence. Grissom search the victim for any fibers and Catherine looked at the back of the car. She opened the trunk; searching in there she found a black briefcase. She took it out slowly and opened it. It was empty.

"Grissom, I found a black empty briefcase in the trunk."

She knew what Grissom response was going to be.

"Bag it."

  She took out a brown paper bag to bag the briefcase. Grissom looked at the victim's shirt, he saw some hair on lower left chest of the shirt. He took out the tweezers and picked up the hair. It was short and brownish-red. He places it in a small plastic bag from his silver case. Nick opened the glove department. He took his flashlight and shined it in. "Whoa! Grissom check it out."

Grissom looked at Nick from the other side. He saw Nick took out a few hundred bills. "Gambler?" he questioned.

"Or dealer?" Nick suggested.

 The walkie-talkie rang. Picking it up he answered it.

 "What?"

 "It's Warrick, listen I found a car dumped at the edge of the hill and I think it was dumped during the murder scene."

 "And what makes you think that?" ask Grissom.

"It's still warm, I'm at the far right from where you guys are."

 "Okay, we'll meet you there."

 After Grissom putted away his walkie-talkie Nick and Catherine was already waiting for him.

 "Aren't you guys going to stay here?"

 "Why we already looked for the evidence." Nick said.

Grissom rolled his eyes. "Lets go."

 It took them five minutes to reach where Warrick was.

"What is it?" ask Grissom.

 "I think this was the killer's car. I found a .48 automatic at the edge of the road next to where the car was dumped." Warrick lead them to the edge of the hill and showed them the dumped car.

"I'm saying it's the killer." Nick said.

"Don't be so sure." Grissom warned.

Grissom walked near the car carefully, he opened the driver's door. He saw some bullets lying around in the car. Grissom looked up at the three CSI at the top of the hill.

"It's the killer."

"Where did you think he went?" ask Nick.

"Probably caught a ride." Catherine suggested.

"Probably from his buddies who shot everyone in the temple." Warrick said in disgust. 

Grissom dust the steering wheel for some fingerprints. A whole lot came up. Shaking his head he blew it off, it was a rental car. Grissom frowned, "I got too many fingerprints to run through, and they're all smeared." He got up and walked slowly up the hill, he shook his head, "Does anybody smells that?" he asks.

"Yeah, it's smells like blood." Nick said.

Catherine and Warrick nodded their heads in agreement.

 "It's smells like it's coming from the trunk." Catherine said.

Grissom gave her the well check it out look. She and Nick went to the trunk of the dumped car. For their relief it was unlocked. The smell got worse when they both opened it up farther. Nick and Catherine both gasp at what they saw. Interested Warrick and Grissom soon joined them.

"Oh man!" Warrick curse.

 There were four chopped up bodies and each of them had a police badge stick to them.

 "I think we know why forty-eight people all have a bullet in their head." Nick said.

"Yeah, while the rest was arriving at the scene the killers were busy chopping up the police." Catherine assumed.

"That means they haven't gotten pretty far." Grissom pointed out.

"Or maybe they're still around, waiting for one of us." Warrick said.

"There're you guys!" a voice shouted, which made them jump out of their skins.

Grissom faced the voice. "Greg! What are you doing here?!"

"I tried calling you guys on the walkie-talkie but I couldn't get you guys."

"What do you want?" Nick asks, trying to get rid of him.

Turning his attention to Catherine he said, "Remember where you found the .48 automatic-"

"Wait it wasn't a .45 automatic?" Catherine replied shock.

"No," Greg continued, "Well it didn't match the victim in the car or Jack Dawson."

"Jack Dawson?" questioned Nick.

 "Our John Doe. I ran some DNA on the .48 automatic, it was registered to John Ruther, a police officer. He and three other police men had a night shift on the highway."

"I think we identify the four chopped policemen in the trunk." Warrick said.

 "They're dead? Well that isn't such a surprise."

 "Spill it out Greg." Grissom urge.

Greg sighed before going on. "I ran the penis through CODIS and I got another set of DNA from the penis."

 "Who is it?" ask Nick.

"It's Nigel Crane, he's back."