A/N: Here's the next chapter, sorry for the delay. There are a few more clues in this chapter ;)

Chapter Six:

"Ahh, there you are," said Warrick as he entered the computer lab.

"Yep," replied Greg distractedly, "Here I am."

Sensing that Greg was working on something interesting, Warrick leaned over to look at the screen. "Dellia what?" he asked, his face registering confusion.

"Dellia karstica," replied Greg, scrolling down the page. "More commonly known as Jamaican grasshoppers," he clarified.

Warrick straightened and gave Greg a curious look. "Hey man," he said. "I know you're trying to impress Griss and all, but don't you think research on Jamaican insects is going a little too far?" he asked with a half grin.

Greg turned to face him. "What? You don't think he'd appreciate it if I imported a few of these little beauties and had them chocolate dipped for him," he asked without the hint of a smile.

"You're not serious?" replied Warrick, his eyebrow lifting in disbelief.

Greg let out a snort as he turned back to the computer. "Of course I'm not serious," he said. "I'm just trying to corroborate something that Grissom said to me earlier."

"Hmmm," rumbled Warrick. "I smell a conspiracy."

"Yeah well that's what I thought at first," said Greg. "But now I'm not so sure," he sighed. "I'm sure he was hiding something."

"Who? Grissom?" asked Warrick. "I think you better start from the beginning bro."

The nightshift supervisor closed the last file on his desk and let out a weary sigh. He had checked in with his CSI's earlier in the night but they had everything well in hand, leaving him feeling a little redundant. He had thought about re-examining the object that lay hidden in his briefcase, but after his narrow escape with Greg, he decided otherwise. Instead, he had put the time to use by clearing the backlog of paperwork on his desk.

Removing his glasses, he raised his eyes to the empty doorway of his office, half expecting to see a familiar form leaning against the frame. His mind wandered as he thought about how she had spent her night off. As much as he had enjoyed a night without tension, he had missed her presence. There was something comforting about knowing where she was, or maybe it was knowing who she was with. Not for the first time, he wondered if she had moved on.

Rousing himself before he slid into the depths of frustration and regret, he picked up his belongings and headed out to the parking lot. He switched his thoughts back to the mysterious videotape and as he recalled the images that he had seen before Greg's interruption, his mind began to race once more with questions. Driving a little faster than normal, he reached his townhouse and pulled up in the driveway, now eager to view the remainder of the tape.

Upon entering his home, he retrieved the tape from his briefcase and strode purposefully to his VCR. Placing the tape in the machine, he picked up the remote and plopped down on the couch. As he hit play, his TV burst into life with the images and sounds that he had briefly glimpsed earlier and he immediately sat forward on the couch.

Image after image played out on the screen before him and the furrow in his brow got deeper and deeper, as he recognised familiar scenes. How was it possible that someone had managed to capture these images? He was too good of an investigator to let something like this slip by him.

As he continued to watch, he mentally catalogued each scene, most of which were all too familiar to him. When the tape reached its conclusion, he rewound it and started again, this time focusing on the audio track. He listened closely, trying to pick out any clues that may lead him to the person who had left the mystery package on his doorstep the day before.

He was beginning to think that it must be an inside job, there was no other way that these images could have been recorded, unless…unless he was dealing with a stalker. "Follow the evidence Gil," he reprimanded himself with a shake of his head.

Taking a pen and paper from the table beside him, he rewound the tape and started again, this time making notes as he went. This could turn out to be a simple prank, designed to send him on a wild goose chase or it could end up being something more sinister. Either way, he was determined to find out.

TBC...