Disclaimer: You have probably guessed that I don't own CSI. If you don't

realize that by now, you should seek mental help immediately.

Notes: Sorry it has taken me so long to update- the power's been out all over town. Couldn't get on the computer for like 2 days.

---------------Bellagio Security Office---------------

Brass shook his head, "Sorry, we needed just 10 more seconds."

"Damn it!" Grissom's phone rang. "What!" he shouted into it, frustrated.

"Gil, its Al. Um, we need to start on these bodies."

"Oh, right... one of us'll be there soon." He hung up and turned to Brass. "So we didn't get anything?"

"Let me see your phone real quick." Brass reached for Grissom's phone. "Let's see, Menu, Settings, Profiles... here we are- Call Log." Skipping past Dr. Robbins number, Brass highlighted the next one on the list. He handed it back to Grissom. "Have Archie run it, maybe it will give you something." Grissom jotted the number down. They turned to go back upstairs, forgetting about the security tape.

---------------Top Floor of Bellagio Parking Garage----------------

Nick felt like he had been over every inch of the floor, yet he knew he still had a long way to go. And you can't miss anything! he told himself. As he moved to a different section, he saw something. "Hey Greg, come 'ere!"

"Whatcha got?" the lab techie ran over.

"You name it - blood, hair, clothing fiber, fingerprints, everything." They had just started to put everything into evidence bags when Warrick called them over.

Greg ran over as Nick marked their spot, so they could finish collection later.

"Ok," Grissom started. "One of us needs to go with the bodies, Warrick, you got that. Make sure to print them and run 'em through CODIS. Nick, you take keep going up here. Greg, run what you've got back to the lab, and take this back to Archie." He handed Greg the slip of paper. "I've got to call Sara and Lindsey, then I'll finish up the tapes."

Slowly the group split up, heading of in various directions.

Grissom dialed Sara's cell.

---------------Sara's Apartment---------------

"Gris? Any news?" Sara asked unsure whether news would be good or bad.

"Catherine called, but the line went dead before we could get a trace."

"Is she OK? Did she say where she was?"

"She said she was fine, but didn't know where she was. She was... interrupted while we were on the phone - We've gotta find her soon, he didn't sound too happy about her calling me."

"Damn," Sara muttered under her breath.

"You shouldn't say that." Sara spun around to see Lindsey, hands on hips and a disapproving look on her face.

"Hey- Gris? I'll call you back." she hung up. "Lindsey, I thought you were getting lunch."

"I did already. Why'd you say that? Mommy says you shouldn't use bad words."

"Right. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. Happy now?" Sara teased.

Nodding, Lindsey jumped on the couch next to Sara. "Where's Mommy? Is she gonna be all right?"

Sara thought about what Grissom had said. "I don't know. I hope so."

---------------At the Lab-------------

Warrick walked down the hall, holding the computer printouts with info on the dead guys in his hand. "Hey, Archie! Got anything off the phone yet?"

"Yup," Archie spun around, sliding his chair over to the printer in a Greg-imitation. A few seconds later, the printer spit out a sheet of paper. "The phone belongs to a Gerald Fremont. He was put in jail after his wife's murder for ten years. He admitted to abuse - that's what he was convicted of - but got off on the murder charge. Released on parole... three months ago."

Warrick sighed, taking the paper. "Let me guess, Cat was the lead CSI?"

"You got it. And- he owns a house 'bout half an hour out of town. 241 East Maple Ave."

"Thanks, man." Warrick had almost finished dialing Grissom, when Greg called him over.

"Hey 'Rick! The hair and blood- we got a match - Gerald Fremont. He was convicted of -"

'Yeah, just got all that from Archie- thanks."

Warrick called Grissom as he walked toward the car. "Gris, got a name and an address," a pause, "yeah, Archie and Greg both hit the same guy, one through the phone company, the other through CODIS." Another pause. "Gerald Fremont, 241 East Maple- 'K see you there. Oh, the dead guys- both released within the last six months, Cath was in charge of both their cases. Right, see ya in a min." Warrick hung up before getting in the car and pulling out of the parking lot.