The Next afternoon...



Two CSI Tahoe's pulled into the Walker residence driveway, the CSI's slowly filed out and looked around. There was an odd peace surrounding the house, one that created a sort of calm... None of the scientists said anything as they walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. There were several seconds of silence before the door opened to reveal a glum faced young girl.

"Hey," She said quietly, "Come in." She let the CSI's in and sighed, "I'm just.. Packing a few things until I can get the rest of this junk into storage."

"Need a hand?" Sara asked quietly.

Amy nodded and smiled gratefully, lighting up her face slightly, "Sure, all help is welcome." Sara followed Amy up the stairs and disappeared into a room.

Grissom sighed and looked around, "Alright, lets make one last check for evidence, anything that looks out of place, take a picture of it and bag it. I don't want to have any most kidnapping incidents."

Just over an hour later, Amy and Sara appeared in the front foyer, Several bags in hand, Amy looked quite upset.

"Alright, let's get out of here." She muttered angrily.

Brass grinned sadly, "Aw don't be like that... It's gonna get better..."

"Both my parents are dead and im going to live with complete strangers... Yep, I an see the silver lining now."

Brass rolled his eyes at the sarcasm, "Alright, let's go."

It was only a short drive to the Anderson residence, Sara and Amy filed from one Tahoe and knocked on the front door. Mary Anderson answered it and exchanged a few words with Sara and Amy before showing them inside. Sara flashed Grissom a quick "thumbs up" and entered the house.

The CSI supervisor sighed sadly and turned on the cd player to Vivaldi's Four Season's, he had a very bad feeling about all of this... a very bad feeling indeed.

In the Anderson house, Sara and Amy walked up stairs to a large room plainly decorated with a large oak bed and white washed walls. Amy fumed angrily and fell down on to the bed.

"I'll have you know that this is not going over well with me." She declared simply, "And I'm only staying here to stay out of everyones hair."

Sara grinned slightly and sat down beside the young girl, "Don't worry, as soon as we can finish this case, we'll find a way to get you out of here." She thought for a moment and pulled a sheet of paper out of her pocket, "Here, Grissom gave me strict instructions, If ANYTHING strange happens you have to call him. Everyone's number is on this paper, if you ever get scared or hear something or..."

Amy grinned, "Thanks Sara, But I'll be okay, I'll just douse myself in a good pool of teenage angst and sleep it off"

Sara grinned, "We'll call you every day, just to check up on you."

Amy grinned sadly, "Thanks, but I'll be fine."

"See ya later Amy,"

"Bye."

As Sara exited the Anderson house she caught Grissom's glance, with a mournful shrug she walked over and stepped into the Tahoe.

"She's not fine is she?" Gil asked.

"Nope." Sara replied.



Two days later, in the late morning, the evidence was becoming stale, the CSI's had no new leads when Grissom's cell phone rang.

"Grissom."

"It's Brass, we have a 420, Another body. Another warehouse. Just north of the Strip..."

He gave the directions.

"We'll be there in fifteen." Grissom clicked off and looked at the CSI's who sat around the break room table, "Another body, looks like the same mark as the Morrison/Walker case."

"Great," Warrick muttered, "Just great."

"Warehouse?" Nick asked.

"Of course." Grissom replied, "Let's go."

With Warrick driving it took less than ten minutes to arrive at the scene. It was like a memory, a warehouse in the middle of Vegas, the perfect crime scene with no evidence. Brass finished talking with an officer and walked over to the CSI's.

"William Anderson, 38, haven't run a RAP on him yet. Looks like he was killed by the same guy."

Catherine sighed, "Our killer just isn't giving us a break..."

"Wait... Anderson?" Sara asked, "As in related to Mary and Steve Anderson? The legal guardians of Amy..."

Brass shrugged, "Like I said, I haven't got a chance to run him yet. Figured I'd let you CSI's handle it. He won't get anymore dead."

Grissom rolled his eyes slightly, "Alright, Sara, You go back to the lab and run a back ground check on William Anderson. If he's in anyone related to Steve and Mary then we need to let them know. They could be potential targets."

Sara nodded, "I'm on it."

"The rest of you, start processing this place, Take it slow and go over everything. I don't want to miss a single thread or hair fibre. This killer has been on the loose long enough."

Warrick, Nick and Catherine nodded and slowly entered the warehouse, Brass stayed behind. "What's up with you Gil? You're becoming... emotional... involved... you know that getting involved with the victims isn't good for you."

"Involved?" Grissom raised and eyebrow.

"Yeah," Brass said, "Not use to them being alive are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Amy Walker." Brass replied simply, "You're doing everything in your power to help her and then some."

"What's wrong with wanting to help a victim?" Grissom asked as he pursed his lips.

"Nothing." Brass replied, "But When it begins to effect your work, well then there is a problem."

"It's not effecting my work, Jim."

"Are you sure."

"Yes."

"Good, didn't want to get Mobley to shift this case to Ecklie, he'd probably screw it up within five minutes of getting it."

"My thoughts exactly."

Several minutes later Grissom's cell phone rang once more, "Grissom."

"Gil, It's Sara. You wouldn't believe what I'm holding in my hands as we speak."

"Information on William Anderson?"

"Not only his personal info but a RAP sheet on him. Get this, fourteen years ago he robbed a major bank, got away with almost 2.3 mil worth of small jewels stuff..." Grissom opened his mouth to reply but Sara kept going, "They gave him 15 years with chance of parol after 10."

"And did they every recover the jewels?"

"Nope," Sara replied, But like we thought, Steve and William are brothers, Only thing is that Steve is a model citizen, not even a parking ticket., A few months after the court case against his brother he married Mary and they've been living in Vegas since."

"When was William Released from prison?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Sara, you're an angel. Get the Tahoe and Meet me at the Anderson house. Do not do anything until Brass and I get there."

"Sure thing Gris."

Grissom hung up and looked over, "Brass, come on, we might have something."