"That was enlightening," Sara stated as she almost struggled to keep up with the wide gaits of her supervisor.

"You've never been on a set before?"

"And you have?" she shot back.

"As a matter of fact, yes." A knowing smirk spread across his face.

"When?"

"Back when I was working here in California. B and E on a set out near Buena Vista." He turned to see her, eyebrows raised in question. "The clown did it." He chuckled at her confusion as she processed the comment. "It was a kid's show."

"Oh," she sighed. "In any case, we've at least narrowed our suspect list down." She waived the file in hand.

"Yeah, Cath said she would start doing credit checks on those names immediately."

"I'm sorry, without a warrant, I cannot let you see these records. It's the law." The lady behind the desk had a determined look on her face.

"The studio president said we could look through the payroll records to..."

"Like I said," she went back to working on the computer.

"Officer Roy," Grissom called out the door. "Could you please serve this nice lady her warrant?" The officer nodded, handing the paper over.

In the end, she had turned out to be very helpful, giving them everything they needed. By eliminating females (Catherine called and said the results of the skin under the victim's fingernails from one of the previous crimes had come back male DNA) and those who did not work all of the episodes in question, Grissom and Sara had narrowed down the suspect list forty-two, a large but managable number. They had faxed the list to Catherine who would check all credit card and public records to see who had been to Las Vegas when the crimes were committed. The process had taken up much of the day so they would have to return tomorrow to question the cast and the crew.

"Mr. Grissom!" Grissom and Sara whirled around to see a camera crew rushing toward them. "Mr. Grissom, is it true that there is a serial killer in Las Vegas? Does the show The Precinct have anything to do with it?" The reporter shoved the microphone in Grissom's face. It was promptly brushed aside.

"Excuse me?" Grissom's voice was laced with anger.

"Is it true..." Grissom cut him off.

"I don't know how you got this kind of information, but I cannot discuss an ongoing investigation."

"Just tell me..."

"Good bye." With that, he pushed Sara forward, guiding her with his hand resting in the middle of her back away from the camera.

"How did they do that?" She asked upon entering the rented car.

"Who knows how the press does anything." His face was drawn, tight.

"You think they know where the hotel is?"

He sighed. "Yes, they probably do." He sighed again. "This is one thing I won't miss."

"Miss? What do you mean? Are you going somewhere?" she fired in rapid succession.

"Oh, just when I retire or something," he glanced at her. Seeing her worried expression, "Not any time soon."