PA41: Hello, the characters on CSI are not mine, they belong to Jerry Bruickheimer, I am just the innocent fan who gets her creative ideas from the show. This is basically my take off of the 'Strip strangler'.

Spoilers? Yeah there are some referrals to the 'strip strangler' and maybe a referral to Lady Heather's box (which I have not actually seen yet because the stupid people at 'Win' couldn't be bothered to show it at the right time, so I'll see it about five years from now).

Summary: Catherine and the rest of the team are called in to investigate the murders of specifically males who have at least two wives. There is a lack of evidence and it is only a matter of time until the FBI is called in to help.

ONE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH

"He, like the others, was killed by a fatal blow to the head by a fragment of wood like a baseball bat or maybe a statue." Doctor Robbins explained, pointing out the wounds to Gil Grissom, the supervisor for Las Vegas' crime labs. "There's nothing more that's really relative to the case, if there is I'll page you." He took off his gloves and picked up his case before walking out of the room and to his car.

Grissom sighed before going to see his team about the evidence, or lack there of. He walked into the living room to see three of his CSIs collecting the 'potential evidence', in other words; all of it could mean everything in the same way that all of it could mean nothing. He hated serial killers. He hated the lack of evidence. He hated the way he was lovesick for Catherine although he hated it he was desperately in love with her and didn't know whether to and how to admit it to her. It wasn't her fault though, it was Grissom's.

"Catherine, you and me will go interview the victim's wives and family. Nick, Warrick you two pack up the evidence and take it back to the lab. Start processing. Catherine and I will be about an hour or two. Page us if you get anything important. Sara could you go to the autopsy in case there is anything important that has been missed. Catherine closed her kit and walked out of the room and out to the Tahoe Catherine was car- pooling with Grissom in. Catherine got into the passenger seat and Grissom in the driver's seat.

Catherine sighed as the pulled out of the driveway. 'I wish I could tell him. . .'

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

PA41: Hmm, hope you liked it. Please review. I'm always open for questioning about any of my stories, if you would like to as a question then email me @ Priss_Asagiri41@hotmail.com I'll try to answer all I can.