Grissom and Sara returned to the Davenport's home, which was now devoid of the cops and

reporters. Must've found something worse to feast on, Sara thought idly as she rang the doorbell.

After a few moments, it was opened by Alex Davenport, who looked like he had been dragged through hell. His dark blue eyes were bloodshot and his black hair stood up in spikes that would've been comical in any other situation.

His face brightened as he took in the two criminalists, "Have you found Madison?"

Sara shook her head slowly, and forced back a wince as the man's face fell.

"Mr. Davenport, we were scanning the prints we found on your key holder, and a number of them were yours and your wife's, which we expected. But a set came up a Andrew Davenport. Is he related to you?" Grissom asked.

Alex Davenport sighed, "Unfortunately yes...hell that's harsh. He's my younger brother, he's spoiled. It's my fault, actually. His prints were probably on the rock because he's stayed here before...various times when he gets kicked out of his apartment, because he can't pay the rent. I'm constantly doing that, and loaning him money. But I'm more than comfortable, and he's my brother...so what are you going to do?"

Sara nodded, "Where does your brother live? Maybe he might have an idea about this."

"On 138 West Robindale, you know, a few miles south of Mandalay Bay."

Sara wrote down the address, "That's a nice neighborhood. Not as nice as this..." this being Eastern Charleston Boulevard, "If he constantly can't pay the rent, how does he live there?"

Alex Davenport looked guilty, "I pay the rent. My wife didn't like him in the house, so I just pay the rent for him. To get him out."

Sara nodded, "Okay. We're going to go over, and talk to your brother. Maybe he can shed some light on this."

Alex Davenport shrugged sadly, "Doubtful."

He went to shut the door, when suddenly Grissom asked, "How is Mrs. Davenport holding up?"

He shook his head, "Not well. She broke down a few hours ago, and I had to call the doctor, and he sedated her. I think-I think, she's convinced that whoever took Madi has...killed her," Alex Davenport's voice broke, "I'm sorry, I have to go now."

They both nodded, and Alex Davenport shut the door.

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They drove, mostly in silence, over to 138 West Robindale. Each in deep thought.

"What do you think?" Sara finally asked.

Grissom didn't take his eyes off the road, "About what?"

"About Madison...do you think she's dead?"

Grissom was quiet for a long moment, "There's a good chance, yes. After a child's been gone this long, with no contact from the abductor."

Sara nodded.

"Here's address." Grissom said, and he parked by the driveway. They both got out, taking in the comfortable-looking apartment.

"You'd think he'd be over with his brother." Sara remarked as they began to climb the stairs leading to the front door.

Grissom shrugged, "It sounded like Alex Davenport pays to keep his brother at arm's length. Maybe Andrew knows enough to stay away."

He knocked on the door, waited.

Finally, the door opened to reveal a man, squinting at them. He strongly resembled Alex Davenport, so Sara assumed that it was Andrew.

"Andrew Davenport?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm Gil Grissom, this is Sara Sidle, we're with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We're investigating your niece's kidnapping, and we need to ask you a few questions, if that's all right."

"Sure, come in." he stepped aside to let them in.

The apartment was nice, but poorly kept. Grissom caught a glimpse of piles of clothes on the floor in another room, presumably Andrew's. Every appliance, desk, everything within eyesight appeared dusty.

"Mr. Davenport, we found your prints on a key holder outside your brother's house. Can you explain that?" Grissom asked, his arms crossed, blue eyes studying Andrew intently.

Andrew shrugged, yawned, "Yeah. I've stayed there before, when I've had problems with my apartment."

"Where were you around 2:30 yesterday morning?" Sara smiled at him.

He wasn't dissuaded, though by the apparently friendly smile, "What the hell? You guys think I had something to do with Madison going missing? My own niece? What a buncha assholes."

Grissom gave him a smile of his own, but it was a cold one, "Mr. Davenport, I've seen fathers who have kidnapped their own children so they could do unspeakable things to them. So don't consider yourself immune to being under suspicion."

Andrew held up his hands, "Fine, whatever."

"Where were you at 2:30 a.m.?" Sara asked again, inserting an edge into her voice.

Andrew sighed, "My girlfriend's, I stayed overnight."

"Name?" Grissom asked, his notepad ready.

"Lacie Brighton." Andrew said.

"What's her address? We'll need to talk to her, to verify your alibi."

"She's living with her sister right now... in 4238 Roby Grey Way."

"Do you have any idea where Madison might be?" Sara asked.

He shook his head, "Nah, I don't see her much. Alex and Miranda don't like me around."

They asked a few more routine questions, but Andrew Davenport didn't have any useful information.

They watched as he shut the door, hard.

"So I guess we're going to Roby Grey Way now, huh?"

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Lacie Brighton was a beautiful, slender petite young woman with light blond and big eyes the color of milk chocolate.

She looked concerned when Grissom and Sara arrived, "The police? Is something wrong?"

"We're just investigating the disappearance of Madison Davenport."

"Oh...Andy's niece." Lacie shook her head, "That is so horrible. I can't imagine how her parents feel."

"Well...was Andrew with you last night?" Sara asked.

"Yeah. My sister is out of town, so..." she smiled somewhat shyly, "Um, you know."

Sara nodded knowingly, and smiled.

"Okay, thank you ma'am. That's all we needed. If you have any more information, please contact us." Grissom said.

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"Greg-o! My main man, how are you doing?" Nick Stokes exclaimed as he waltzed into the DNA lab.

Greg looked up from the computer, "Whatever it is, I have one word for you. No."

"Come on Greg! I just need you to compare my suspect's DNA to the one I collected from the crime scene." Nick clasped his hands together.

Greg seemed to give it some thought, "Hmm, no."

"Grreeeg! I need this. Please," Nick's expression turned sly, "Who has the new NFL game for Playstation 2?"

Greg swallowed, "Nick..."

"And I'll throw in Cabela's Big Game Hunter to sweeten the pot." Nick offered.

Greg sighed, and threw up his hands, "Fine you win, you win. Gimme your DNA samples."

Nick was just handing them over when someone cleared their throat.

They both spun, alarmed.

Grissom was standing, silently in the doorway, his expression halfway between amused and annoyed.

"Nicky, tell me you didn't just bribe Greg here to work your DNA samples?"

Nick hung his head, ashamed, and not knowing what to say.

"And Greg, you know the procedure. The cases that came first, are processed first. Which crime scene is more current?" Grissom's tone was deliberately innocent.

"Mine." Nick said sheepishly.

"Okay then. We'll have Greg finish the prints we found at the kidnapping case, and then Greg can run your DNA sample," Grissom gave them both a saccharine sweet smile, "Okay?"

Cowed, they both nodded.

They both watched until he disappeared from view.

"Damn, I didn't even know he was there." Nick muttered.

Greg snorted, "Me and you both. Now beat it. I have prints to finish scanning."

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"Are you almost done Greg?" Sara was perched backwards on a swivel chair.

"Pretty close." Greg replied, typing furiously, knowing that Grissom was standing right behind him, and that he knew if he hadn't stopped to bargain with Nick, the prints would've been finished by now.

The computer hummed for a moment, then Results Found appeared on the screen.

"Bingo." Greg said.

"Whatya got?" Sara asked.

"Let's see. Hmm, a non-family member maybe. A Theresa Lopez."

"Let me call the Davenports, and see if they know her." Sara asked, and grabbed the phone.

She waited until Alex picked up, "Mr. Davenport? Sara Sidle. No, I'm sorry, we haven't found Madison...but we may have a lead. Do you know a Theresa Lopez?"

She listened, and her face fell slightly, "Oh, okay. No, that's understandable. Yes, we'll call. Goodbye Mr. Davenport."

She hung up.

"Well?" Grissom asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It seems that Theresa Lopez is their maid. They just forgot to tell us."

"We'll still interview her. Remember the Melissa Marlow case? She was taken by her baby-sitter. Maybe this is something similar. Did you get her address?"

Sara shook her head.

"No bother. We'll have our good friend Jim look it up."