"Who was that?"
"Sheriff Atwater," Grissom said, shoving the phone back into his pocket where just moments earlier it had begun to vibrate furiously.
"You're kidding. This soon?"
"Apparently, someone from WKBJ found out about the investigation and decided they'd start one of their own."
"You've got to be kidding me." Grissom just shook his head.
"Excuse me, miss, sir, would either of you like something to drink?"
Sara turned to the petite blonde standing next to her. "How long until we touch down?"
"Oh, just another twenty minutes."
"Oh, I'm fine then. What about you Griss?"
"No thanks." With that the flight attendant retreated down the aisle to serve the passengers of flight 831 out of Las Vegas all of their beverage needs.
"The press are having a field day with this. They already have a name for the killer." Sara raised her eyebrow with interest. "The Prime Time Murderer."
"Well, at least they get points for being original."
Grissom sighed. "I guess the mayor's really breathing down Atwater's back about this one."
"Which means he'll be all over us."
"Yeah."
"Well, there goes my nice little relaxing vacation to L.A."
Grissom chuckled. "I don't think that going to interview possible witnesses at the production studio constitutes a vacation."
"Do you realize how long it's been since I've been out of Las Vegas?"
"As memory serves, you drove out to Henderson not two weeks ago."
She sighed. "You are impossible."
"Well," Grissom was stopped mid-sentence as his phone began to violently shake once again. "Grissom."
Sara shifted her attention to the passengers that surrounded her. A fussy baby a few rows ahead was greatly trying the nerves of a young mother who tried to calm the infant but succeeded in only getting the child riled up again, much to the chagrin of the business man behind them. A couple of teenagers gabbed back and forth to her right, not making an incredible amount of noise, but enough to let the entire cabin know they were there. It was all kind of surreal; her sitting here beside her supervisor reminded Sara of a case that they had once worked on. Her eyes swept to the lavatory as she recalled a conversation that had ensued between the two of them. She blushed.
"Well, sounds like the lab is hopping," he once again slipped the device away. "That was Catherine," he explained. "They are getting swarmed. She pretty much gave us an ultimatum: catch the guy who did this and fast. She's getting tired of fielding questions about the 'Prime Time Murderer.'"
"We can neither confirm nor deny the presence of a serial killer in the Las Vegas metropolitan area," Sara recited.
"Yeah, that kind of stuff.
"The press can be murder," she glanced over at Grissom who wore a humorous smirk and groaned.