It was a semi quiet afternoon when Gil Grissom entered the building that housed the Las Vegas Criminalistics Bureau. The past couple of weeks had been quiet for a change, which was nice instead of having two ongoing cases at the same time and pulling double shifts.
When he entered the break room he was greeted by Jim Brass, "What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me we got another case huh?"
"Yeah, Gil we do." Brass said with a grim look on his face.
"Jim, what's going on?" Grissom didn't like the look that Brass was giving him, numerous thoughts started racing through Grissom's mind as to what type of a case they would be dealing with.
"You might want to sit down." Grissom complied with a sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
"Does the name Leah Chandle ring any bells to you?"
"Yes it does, she's a famous crime novelist, she in trouble?" asked Gil.
"Yeah, she is. She's in the hospital right now. Our guys found her badly beaten on the outskirts of town in the desert. Along with the body of another female, we were able to ID as Samantha Ristaw. We were able to id both of them, because whoever did this to them didn't take their wallets. Would you mind filling me in as to why your name was on the hospital contact sheet in case of an emergency for Ms. Chandle?"
Grissom took a deep breath and let it out, "Leah's my daughter. I won't bore you with all the details now. Which hospital is she at?"
"Las Vegas General Hospital. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give this case to Ecklie and his crew."
"No! I don't want Ecklie touching this case at all. I'll step aside on this one and let Catherine or Warrick be the ones in charge. I'll just advise them." Jim could tell just from the look on Grissom's face that he would do what he would say.
"All right. I'll take you to the hospital. You're in no condition to drive yourself there, and I'll inform the others." Brass said as Grissom rose from the chair that he was sitting in.

Fifteen minutes later Grissom and Brass where at the Emergency Room's front desk.
"Can I help you sirs?" asked the nurse at the call desk.
"Yes, I'm Detective Jim Brass, and this is Gill Grissom, We need to know the room number for Ms. Leah Chandle."
"And your relationship to Ms. Chandle would be?" questioned the nurse.
"I'm her father, I'm listed on her call list." Grissom said trying to keep the harsh tone out of his voice. He knew the nurse was only doing her job.
"She's in room 211. Which is straight ahead and to your left."
"Thank you." Brass and Grissom said at the same time.

When they entered Leah's hospital room Grissom couldn't believe the condition that his daughter was in.
"Was she?" he asked trailing off.
"No, there were no signs at all of sexual assault." Brass replied, and then going on asked, "Did Leah have any enemies or stalkers that you know of?"
"Not that I can think of but she did at one time see a guy by the name of David Kane that was a real piece of work, he was very possessive and Leah got out of that relationship as fast as she could. Last time that I remember he was still behind bars."
"I'll go back and check on that and let the others know where you are." Grissom nodded his head but his eyes were completely focused on his sedated daughter.

By the time that Brass got back to the Criminalistics Bureau he could tell that he all ready had a brush fire on his hands that he would need to put out. Ecklie and his day crew were in the break room along with Grissom's crew and they were arguing about who had the rights to investigate this most recent case.

"Gentleman!" Brass said raising his voice and then going on, "and ladies. "
"Ah, Detective Brass, just the person that we were looking for."
'I'm sure you were.' Brass thought to himself while he said, "If this has to deal with the Chandle and Ristaw case, the night crew is taking the investigation. Willows and Brown will be the lead investigators." Brass paused a beat and said, "That's all Ecklie, I'm sure you and your crew have better places to be then in here."
Ecklie and his crew then headed out of the break room, after a few minutes of shock Catherine said, "What do you mean that Warrick and I are the lead investigators on this case, what about Gris?"
"This case has a personal connection to Gil."
"You've got to be kidding me." Sara Sidle snorted in disbelief.
"I wish I weren't. Turns out that Ms. Chandle is Grissom's daughter."
"He has a daughter?" asked Catherine in shock.
"Yes, he does. I don't know all the details, but that's what I know. He didn't want Ecklie touching this case with a ten-foot pole. Just tell me I don't have to give you a win one for the Gipper speech do I?"
"No Brass you don't. Where's Grissom now?" asked Nick Stokes.
"He's at Las Vegas General Hospital. I've got to go and run a name in NCAVC and VICAP."
"Talk about a bombshell." Said Nick when Brass exited the break room.
"You've sure got that right. Warrick and I will go and check up on Grissom. Nick you and Sara go to the crime scene and double check to see if there wasn't anything that we missed."
"Got it."
"Let's roll." Nick said looking at Sara.

Twenty-five minutes later Warrick and Catherine were at Las Vegas General Hospital. Catherine approached the nurse's station and asked, "Could you tell me which room Leah Chandle is in? I'm Catherine Willows and this is my partner Warrick Brown, we're with the Las Vegas Criminalistics Division and we would like to ask her a few questions."
"Of course. She's in room 211 and her father's with her." Responded the nurse as she looked at the sheet of notes that she had on her desk. Warrick and Catherine said their thanks and then made their way to room 211. When they got there Grissom was half asleep and Leah was half awake.
"Dad, we've got company." She said softly. Grissom woke up completely and looked over towards the door where Catherine and Warrick were standing.
"Brass told you." Grissom stated.
"Yes he did." Warrick
"Leah, this is Warrick Brown and Catherine Willows. Warrick, Catherine, my daughter Leah Chandle."
"It's nice to meet you, I wish the circumstances would have been different though." Leah said.
"Same here. I've read a few of your books. They're very good." Warrick said with a grin.
"Thanks."
"Leah, if it's all right with you, we' d like to ask you a few questions."
"That's fine with me, Catherine."
"Great. Do you have any idea who your attacker was?"
"I'm not too sure. Whoever it was attacked me from behind."
"Um, I remember reading somewhere in an interview that you did that you at one time had a stalker."
"Yeah, you could call him that. He was an acquaintance of mine, but he thought that we were more than that."
"Has he tried contacting you recently?" questioned Catherine.
"You'd have to check with my publicist, she handles all my mail, and there's no way that he could have gotten in touch with me over the phone, because I have an unlisted phone number. "
"Are you currently seeing anyone?"
"Yes, but he's in Washington. He's an anthropology professor. I can tell you this much he doesn't have a police record, his doctoral thesis was on the intricacies of interactions in a police station, and he had observer privileges."
"This is news to me." Grissom said giving his daughter a look.
"I've told you about him, remember? I even told you that you and Captain Banks shared the same sentiment that he was a neo-hippie flower child, with too much time on his hands ever since the Grateful Dead broke up."
"Now I remember." Grissom said with a grin.
"We have one more question to ask you Leah and then we'll let you get your rest. Did you know a Samantha Ristaw?"
"Yes, she was one of my assistants. She was with me at the time of my attack, why do you ask?"
"She was murdered tonight, and her body was found near yours. I'm sorry," said Warrick.