"Here, take this," Sara nudged the large bowl of popcorn across the table as she picked up the four cans of cola and headed to the couch.

"Did you get the files?"

"Uh, yeah... They're right there," she nodded to table in front of the television.

"How did I let you talk me into this?"

"I didn't talk you into this, Griss, the evidence did."

"Right." He hit play; the TV came to life as the opening credits for The Precinct began to roll.

For the next forty minutes, the two sat nestled on the couch, silent, except for the munching on the popcorn and the occasional "That's not the way you do it," from Grissom that was immediately followed by a "sshhh..." or a "shut up" from his companion.

"So, does it match?"

Grissom looked down at the notebook in one hand the casefile in the other.

"It's uncanny. Every minute detail. It's like he studied the murder in this show and then copied it."

Sara shook her head. "What kind of sick soul would do something like this?"

Grissom just shook his head in reply.

"What's going on in here?" a blonde poked her head into the break room.

"What does it look like is going on in here?" he asked curtly.

"Let's see... Soda, popcorn, and a movie of some sort... I would say a date, but...."

"Catherine, don't you have something to do?"

"What are you two doing?"

"For your information," Sara said rising to through the can away. "We were watching The Precinct."

"Oh, that pseudo-crime drama wannabe?"

"That's the one."

"Sara found some compelling evidence that the murder of our vic..."

"Aimee Harris."

"Yes. That Ms. Harris's murder could be a copy of one found on this episode."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Catherine, since when have you known me joke about something like this?"

Or ever, she wanted to add, but dismissed the thought almost immediately. "Are you saying we have a serial on our hands?"

"Nothing's definitive yet, but we are looking into it. Sara and I are watching these this episodes and then we'll cross-reference them with previous crimes already on file. Maybe we'll find something."

"Yeah, well good luck," she turned to leave. Over her shoulder, "Have fun you two."

Sara gently massaged her neck as she looked over the four folders before her. They had watched the last seven episodes of The Precinct. Four of them turned up in the LVPD database.

"Look at this. This guy knows everything about the episode. Where the vic dies, how... everything."

"But he always leaves one thing out..." Grissom trailed off.

"What do you mean," Sara stopped leafing through the pages.

"In the episode, the perp is always caught by some small, seemingly inconsequential, damning piece of evidence. Uh... for instance, in the episode 'Death Hath a Thousand Doors,' the man was caught because of a leaf of all things. And that other one... 'House of Glass,' the perp leaves his class ring at the murder."

"The piece of evidence that catches him, is the one piece of evidence our killer leaves out."

Grissom gravely shook his head.

Sara leaned back in her seat, thinking. Grissom also sat back, though not as much thinking as he was watching Sara think. It always fascinated him to see the way different people thought. Their facial expressions. They way the looked when an amazing idea literally hit them between the eyes. He immediately recognized that exact expression as Sara's eyes lit up.

"What was Harris's time of death?"

He looked at the file in his hand. "Al said somewhere between 7:30 and 9:45..."

"The show doesn't come on until nine." A small smirk began to work it's way across her face.

"The killer wouldn't have time to study this episode. Get all of it's nuance..."

"Get every detail correct." She nodded her head as an idea took form.

"I think we may have an inside job here."