"Steve Anderson?"

A man in his late thirties opened the door to his house to find Brass, Grissom and Sara standing in front of him, stern looks on their faces.

"Uh..Yes... Can I help you?"

"Jim Brass, LVPD, This is Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle, Las Vegas Criminalists. May we come in?"

"Uh, sure." Steve Anderson had black hair and dark eyes to match, he wore a navy suit and a light blue collared shirt. He quickly led the CSI's into the living room and motioned for them to sit down.

"Uh, could you make it quick, I need to get to work..." Steve Anderson said hastily, "My wife told me that you came by the other day to talk about Amy... what happened to her is horrible..."

"Sir, I'm afraid we have some bad news for you." Brass said quietly, "Your brother was found murdered earlier today, under the exact same circumstances of Philip Morrison, David Walker and Amy Walker."

"What?" Steve Anderson said quietly as he fell down onto a couch, "I...I don't believe it..."

Sara sighed, she always hated this part of the job, "Sir, your brother was recently released from prison on parol... do you have any idea who would have wanted to kill him?"

Steve Anderson smiled weakly, "After the job he pulled..." He chuckled quietly, "Anyone could have wanted to kill him."

Grissom thought for a moment, "You wife told us that you had a falling out with David Walker and that's why neither of you went to visit Amy.. What happened?"

Steve Anderson shrugged, "In all honesty, I can't remember, it was such a long time ago... probably something really stupid that we never agreed on."

Grissom gave Brass a brief nod, the detective stood up, "Alright, we'll be in touch." As the small group got up and left the living room Steve Anderson spoke.

"Mr Grissom, I hope you find who did this soon..."

Grissom turned around and faced the man, "I will, and I assure you that whoever did it will pay dearly."



Several hours later, Back at the Crime lab Grissom and Catherine stood on the left side of William Anderson's body which was layed out on a cold slab of metal while Doc Robbins finished his examination. After several moments the doctor looked up.

"Died the same way as your other victims, one gun shot to the right temple, I'd say this was a .38 caliber." He rolled down the white sheet to reveal William Anderson's chest and stomach, "Whoever did this to him had no mercy. Three broken ribs, his right lung was partly crushed, see these bruises? I'm guessing it was some kind of blunt object, maybe a pipe that repeatedly hit him on that area of his chest."

"No chance that some of those bruises were from being in prison?" Catherine asked as she looked over the dead man's body.

Al Robbins shrugged, "It's possible, but most of these are fairly fresh, I'd say only a day or two old."

"He was released from prison two weeks ago..." Catherine said quietly.

"There's another thing, see the ligature marks around his wrists?" He pointed to bright red marks circling William Anderson's wrists, "I found a few fibres in them, ent them to trace, looked like some kind of rope to me."

"So he was tied up, probably for a few days." Grissom said thoughtfully, "Alright Doc, thanks so much."

"Anything I can do to help Gil, just do everyone here at the crime lab a favour and find whoever did this."

Grissom and Catherine left the morgue, after shedding their pale blue surgical robes they began walking down the hallway, "So... back to the evidence?" Catherine asked.

Grissom nodded, "The break room, bring everything we have. Hunt down the others."

Fifteen minutes later the night shift CSI's sat int eh break room, evidence strewn out before them and small boxes of take out Chinese food being passed around.

"You guys are going to love me." Sara said as she sat down beside Warrick, a folder in hand, "I mean... really love me."

"I already do." Greg said.

Sara rolled her eyes and ignored the comment, "I brought out Amy Walker's family history, guess who was going to be her god father before Steve and Mary Anderson."

"William Anderson?" Warrick guessed.

"Yep," Sara said cheerfully, "But our friend Will was sent to prison, so it changed..."

"To Steve and Mary Anderson." Catherine finished, "But then what happened between David Walker and Steve Anderson to make them so bitter towards each other?"

"Nick's going over the Anderson case file from 14 years ago." Sara said, "But it's going to be hard to get anything, it's an old case."

"Well all we can do is wait," Grissom said, "Listen, all of you go home and get some rest, come back tomorrow evening and we'll try again. We've all been working on this case long enough."

It would be a lie if I said that none of the CSI's were grateful for the opportunity to rest, yet at the same time they didn't want to leave. They had a duty to find out what had happened and to find out who was ordering all these hits to be done. Each CSI felt a twinge of fear come into their hearts and minds as they left the Crime Lab and drove back to their homes, each had a different way of dealing with it.

When Catherine finally got home Lindsey was already asleep in bed, she carefully crept into her daughters room and knelt down beside her bed. It was hard to not cry when she knew that another young girl without a mother or father was out there just across town. Catherine sniffed and brushed away a small tear before kissing her daughter on the forehead and leaving the room.