Sorry that this chapter has taken me so long to write. I have now decided that poetry isn't exactly my calling in life, which I'm sure most of you will agree with after reading this chapter. But hey, not all intellectual killers have to be good poets right? Anyway, please R&R as always and I promise the next chapter will be up soon! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In my dreams you're standing there,

Your presence fills the evening air.

My captive heart your beauty binds,

My love your slender grace entwines.

In my dreams you dance with ease,

Your dark hair melts into the breeze.

Soft glowing skin, draped in light,

Eyes filled with stars, glimmering bright.

In my dreams your laughter falls,

Upon the wind your soft voice calls.

A song of love you sing to me,

A promise that we shall both be free.

Then I wake from blessed sleep,

And as the vision fades I weep.

You who lies upon the flowers,

Knows naught of me in waking hours.

No longer will I watch your form,

And let my heart in despair mourn.

No-other shall hold your love I swear,

And death shall come to those who dare.

Silence filled the lab as Grissom laid the piece of paper back down on the table. Greg gave a little whistle under his breath.

"Wow, talk about creepy! I wouldn't like to be on a blind date with the weirdo that wrote that poem." Catherine was leaning against the door to the lab, her arms clutching some papers close to her chest. Grissom turned and held the letter up in his hands, showing it to Catherine.

"Tell that to Dr Selena McGregor. She found this in her bag when she got to her motel. Says that she doesn't remember it being in there the last time she looked."

"Selena McGregor.." Catherine frowned slightly, "the victim's housemate?"

"Yes, she's in my office right now." Turning to Greg, Grissom handed him the letter. "I want you to run some tests on this, see if there are any latent prints we can use or anything unusual about the paper and ink. Do the same with the envelope."

"Your wish is my command." Greg quipped and with a little bow he turned and strolled over to the fuming chamber.

"Did you find anything else at the scene?" Grissom asked turning back to Catherine.

"Not much. Some embedded dirt on the carpet but that's about it. Slightly grey in colour, doesn't match the soil from the garden. I just came in to ask Greg if he could run some tests on it, see if it contains anything unusual which might tell us where it came from."

"Good." Grissom walked over and looked down at the files in her hands. They were the autopsy reports. "I want you to keep on working on that. If you can find what type of soil it is, that may help us narrow down the area to look for our killer in. I'm going to call Brass and tell him about this letter, and then I'm going to have another talk with Dr McGregor. Come get me if you find anything conclusive."

"Will do." Catherine replied as Grissom stalked out of the Lab in the direction of his office. Half way up the corridor Grissom stopped and whipped out his cell phone. After punching in Brass's number Grissom lifted the phone up to his ear. A moment later Brass answered.

"Brass here."

"Brass its Grissom. I want you to come to my office as soon as possible. The victim's housemate brought in some new evidence."

"Why'd she bring it to you? I told her that if she had anything relevant to the case, she was to call me." There was a slight tinge of anger in his voice.

"She said she did try to call you, but that the line was busy. She's in my office right now."

"Well try and keep her there until I arrive. I shouldn't be long."

"Okay." With that Brass hung up. Grissom slipped his phone back into his pocket and closed his eyes for a second. Brass was going to be even more pissed off when he read the letter. From the sound of the poem, Claire wasn't going to be the only victim. Grissom took a deep breath and then began walking back to his office

Opening the door he found Selena with her back to him, looking into the glass cage that held his spider. She hadn't heard him come in. He watched as she stretched up on her tiptoes to look get a better look.

"See anything interesting?"

Selena gave a little startled jump and whirled around to face him. Grissom couldn't help but notice the way her hair fanned out around her, falling in a shadowy curtain about her body. 'Your dark hair melts into the breeze', the line from the poem echoed in his head. Whoever it was that wrote the poem had obviously watched her carefully.

"Yes." Selena replied. "A Baboon Spider if I'm not mistaken. What's the technical name again? Theraphosia?"

"Theraphosidae. How did you know?" Grissom could barely contain the look of surprise on his face.

"I wouldn't have known if I hadn't seen the fangs. The red hairs around them gave it away." Selena turned back to look at the specimens on the shelves. "Your office reminds me a lot of my old biology class..well apart from the singing sea bass over the door."

"How do you know so much about spiders?" Grissom walked up and stood beside Selena as she gazed at his beetle collection. He was curious now; it wasn't often that he met someone who knew about spiders, or any insect for that matter. Selena turned to him and smiled.

"Well I'm not exactly an expert on them. I know a little about the basic groups and how to identify them. My lecturer at university was an amateur entomologist in his spare time and being the only one in the class even remotely interested in insects, he would always bring in anything new that he acquired to show me."

Selena's eyes swept over the jars taking in every detail with interest. "Personally, I like ants more than spiders. I find them far more interesting. Humans think themselves to be the only creatures that herd livestock or that grow and maintain crops for food, but ants and termites were doing that millions of years before we came along."

Selena began to walk around the room again. Slipping around his desk she stopped right in front of his fish shaped memo board.

"What's this?"

"That's my fish board. It's where I pin up the ones that got away." He walked over to his desk and leaned himself against it, letting it take most of his weight.

Selena stared at it thoughtfully. "You mean all of the cases that you couldn't solve?"

"Yes."

Selena turned around to face him. "Will Claire's file be pinned up on that board in a few months?"

Grissom stared into her deep blue eyes.

"We're doing everything we can to make sure that won't happen."

Suddenly a knock came from the door. The unexpected sound broke the tension that had slowly been growing in the air. Before Grissom could answer Brass walked in and stopped just in front of his desk. He turned towards Selena and gave her a half-hearted smile. "Dr McGregor, it's so good to see you again. I heard that you've brought us in some new evidence."

"Evidence?" Selena turned towards Grissom, a puzzled expression on her face. "You didn't say that it was evidence."

Grissom looked from Brass to Selena and then back again. Brass met his frown with an apologetic shrug that basically meant 'sorry, I thought she knew'. What he said out aloud was, "I'd like to see the letter."

"So would I!" Selena stepped towards Grissom, her eyes and jaw set with stubbornness. Grissom put his hands out towards her in a peaceful gesture. He opened his mouth to try and calm her but before he could say anything Brass stepped in.

"I still have a few queries about Claire that I would like to discuss with you Doctor. If you would be kind enough to come with me to a waiting room.." Brass held out his hand towards Selena. She looked down at his hand and then up to his face, her stubborn expression giving way to sheer anger. She turned her fiery gaze to Grissom.

"Does that letter say who killed Claire?" She glared at him but he didn't say a word. Her voice grew louder with frustration until it filled the small room. "Could something in it have prevented her from dying? What did it say? TELL ME!!!!"

"I think that it would be best if you let Detective Brass here escort you to the waiting room. I'll need the purse that you found the letter in and access to your car." Grissom's face was blank, his tone empty. Selena stared at him for a few more moments and then walked to the opposite side of his desk. She bent down and picked up a small black bag that had been huddled into the corner. Walking back towards Grissom she stopped just a few inches from him and pushed the bag into his hands, her eyes locked on his the whole time. Tears had begun to form in the corners, making her eyes glisten.

"My car keys are inside." Her voice was soft and as empty of emotion as Grissoms. She turned and headed out of the room, not waiting for a reply. Brass held the door open, and as she slipped into the corridor he shot a grim glance to Grissom from over her shoulder. Grissom just gave a little nod and looked down at the bag that he held in his hands. Brass stepped outside without a word and gently closed the door behind him, leaving Grissom standing alone in the empty office.