The Next morning.

"You thought Sara was good!"

"Excuse me?" Grissom raised an eyebrow at Nicks comment as the young CSI raced down the crime lab hallway to the supervisor.

Nick rolled his eyes, "Not like that. Listen, I went back to the old Anderson case, you will never believe what I found."

"Get everyone in my office, five minutes. Brass as well, tell me then."

Nick nodded and continued down the hallway in search of the others. A feeling crept into Grissom's stomach, one he hadn't felt in quite a while... fear.

Five minutes later the CSI's from the night shift and Brass were squished into Grissom's office, waiting for the news Nick had gotten.

"Well?" Grissom asked impatiently, "What did you find Nick?"

The young man grinned, "It's great.. Well actually it isn't but that's not the point. I went back to the old Anderson case and looked at it carefully. You wouldn't believe who was also charged along with William Anderson."

"Uh, David Walker?" Sara ventured a guess.

"Nope."

"Steve Anderson." Grissom said quietly.

"And the jewels were never found." Catherine replied, "So...why were the charges dropped against Steve Anderson?"

"William Anderson claimed that he did the job on his own, plus there was never enough evidence against him." Nick explained, "So here's what I'm thinking; William Anderson was the original god father of Amy, he pulls the job and get's sent to prison so the brother, Steve Anderson, becomes god father."

"That still doesn't explain why Philip Morrison and David Walker were killed and Amy was nearly killed." Warrick said, "So what if-." His thought was cut short when Catherine's cellphone rang.

She pulled it out of her pocket, "Willows... Oh hello Ms. Devlone..."

"Amy's teacher..." Warrick muttered quietly.

"Yes..." Catherine continued to talk, "I see... Alright we'll look into it." Catherine hung up and looked at her fellow CSI's, "Amy hasn't been at school for the past three days. They've tried calling the Anderson house but haven't gotten an answer."

"Oh shit..." Sara muttered.

Grissom stood up from his desk, "Alright, get your evidence kits, we're going to the Anderson house now! Brass, can you get a warrant?"

"Already on it." He said as he picked up his own phone.

"Alright, let's go." Grissom said, "I have a feeling we don't have much time."



Minutes later the CSI's drove into the Anderson driveway, Brass was right behind them in a squad car with the warrant in hand. They walked quickly up to the front door and rang the door bell. There was no reply for several seconds. Grissom pulled on his latex gloves and carefully tried to door handle, it was open. Grissom carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside the house.

"You're all armed?" Brass asked. The CSI's only nodded. "Alright, just checking."

"Amy's room is upstairs." Sara said quickly, "You guys coming?"

The followed Sara up the stairs and to the left until they came to the end of the hallway and the large room. From making one quick look around, nothing seemed out of place. There was no broken glass on the floor and no blood splatter to be seen. Grissom shivered, the room had a cold feel to it.

"Alright, Sara, Warrick, spray this place with Luminol, get me if anything shows up." The supervisor ordered, "Cath, you and Nick take the lower floor. I'll tart upstairs with the other rooms."

The CSI's nodded and went off into the depths of the large house to begin the long task of searching for trace amounts of evidence. Time passed by slowly and neither Catherine and Nick nor Grissom had found anything. It had been a half hour when Sara came looking for Grissom.

"You might want to see this." She said slowly.

"What is it?"

"Just, come on. The Luminol will disappear after thirty seconds."

Grissom shrugged and followed Sara down the hall to Amy's room. The moment he stepped inside he felt like throwing up. The entire room glowed bright blue, traces of blood splatter covered the wall and ceilings. Warrick was already busy taking photographs, all Grissom could do was stare. Suddenly he heard Catherine and Nick gasp behind him.

"Please..." Nick said slowly, "Tell me that isn't all her blood."

"Take.. Take some samples." Grissom said as the glow began to disappear, "We may have just found where Philip Morrison was killed."

Sara leaned down next to a bed side table which a hook hanging out of it and picked out something with tweezers. "Fibres, like the ones found in William Anderson's wounds."

"Hey Nick, Spray some more Luminol. I still have pictures to take." Warrick said as the camera flashed.

"Just radioed in the possible 427-whoa" He stopped talking as he entered the room, "Please tell me that isn't all hers..."

"We're not sure yet." Grissom said, "One thing we are sure of is that she's gone and probably in the hands of our killer."