Warrick poured coffee into an oversized blue ceramic mug emblazoned with the LVPD emblem. He took a sip, and pulled a face. As he poured the contents of both the mug and the remnants of the pot down the sink drain, he wondered idly if this was the same pot he'd made ten hours ago. After pouring fresh grounds into the filter and clean water into the pot, he hit the start button and walked over to the table in the middle of the break room and sat. Folding his arms on the tabletop, he laid his head down to take advantage of the quiet room and catch a little sleep while he waited for the coffee to perk.

The peace and quiet was interrupted a few minutes later with the arrival of Greg and Sara. "Bit's of broken glass in the vacuum bag?" Sara asked walking in.

"Glass that matches the broken wine bottle Gris found in the trash." Greg elaborated.

"So, the wine bottle breaks, someone cleans it up with paper towels, then vacuums up the small pieces."

"Maybe the killer." Greg walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself and Sara a cup.

"Your killer didn't use the vacuum." Hodges walked in. Warrick groaned softly.

"Excuse me?" Sara asked.

Hodges handed her one of the three manila folders he was holding. "Prints on the vacuum handle are Jan Taylor's."

"That's to be expected, it was her vacuum." Sara mumbled reading the report.

"Yes, but if your perp vacuumed, his prints would be on the handle, or, if he'd wore his gloves, her prints would be smudged."

"The blue fibers I found were from gloves?" Greg asked stepping into the conversation.

Hodges handed him a second folder, and crossed his arms over his chest, hugging the final report to him, like a schoolgirl holding her books. "Midnight blue to be exact. The fibers you found in the bathroom are consistent with the type of material used in the manufacturing of cold weather accoutrements." He moved to the counter and poured a cup of coffee.

"What's this about gloves?" Grissom walked in, closely followed by Nick. Gil stopped just behind Sara, on her right, reading the report over her shoulder. Sara glanced briefly up at him. Nick, on Sara's left, reached out and adjusted the folder a little so he could read it better. Sara glanced at him, a small grin spread over her face. Nick cleared his throat and looked away.

Hodges jumped to attention, "The blue cotton fibers Greg found are from regular, run of the mill cotton gloves." He said trying to belittle Greg's contribution. He handed Grissom the third and final folder. "The results of the wine bottle and paper towels you found." He continued before Gil had the chance to even glance at the report. "Prints on the broken glass are your victims. And the blood we found on one of the pieces of glass is your victims as well."

"She cut herself picking up the pieces."

Hodges nodded and rocked on the balls of his feet, ready to jump just as soon as Grissom said how high.

Grissom looked up from the report, glancing around the room for Greg. He found him, leaning against the counter, just behind Warrick, whose head was still on his arms. "Greg, what about the vacuum bag?"

Dejected, Hodges took a sip of coffee and left the room. Nick used the opportunity to move away from Sara's smirk, and walked to the counter, pouring coffee into the mug Warrick had left next to the maker. He turned around, sipping, and found Sara's eyes still on him, the same smirk on her face. Quickly, he turned his back to her, and, needing something to do, poured Grissom a cup. With a plan to avoid eye contact with Sara, he turned back around and handed Grissom the coffee.

Gil's eyes narrowed, he couldn't remember if he'd requested the coffee or not. With a 'Thanks' he turned his attention back to Greg. "The only hair in the vacuum was the vic's?" Greg only nodded. Grissom waggled a finger. "Show me."

Alone with Sara, expect for Warrick, who he assumed to be asleep, Nick said: "Alright, what'd she tell you?"

With a little panic, Sara held up the hand holding the report. "Nothing, I swear. I asked, she avoided the question, said it would be too weird. You are the one who just told me something happened between you two."

Nick moved his chin a little, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. "She didn't tell you anything?" Sara shook her head. "Then what was that when I walked in?"

Sara's smirk returned. "Just giving you shit."

Nick closed his eyes, feeling pretty stupid. "Yeah, ok." They left the room together. "What was it that Greg found in the vacuum bag?" He asked trying to catch up.

The abrupt silence struck Warrick and he lifted his head, making sure he was alone. Heaving a sigh, he was about to put his head back down when his cell phone rang. Yanking the phone off his belt clip, he flipped it open. "Warrick Brown" he barked hoarsely.

"Warrick, O'Reilly. Need you back down at the scene of the fire, there's something you need to see."

"Ok, give me twenty." He clicked the phone shut. With a deep breath, he swung his long arms and rose from the chair and turned to the coffee pot.

It was empty.

After stopping at the first convenience store and buying the largest cup of coffee he could, Warrick maneuvered his Tahoe around O'Reilly's Taurus that was half in and half out of the driveway, and parked next to the curb in front of the wannabe frat house.

Hopping out Warrick walked around the back of the truck to where O'Reilly was waiting for him.

"What's up?"

The brawny cop with a sever crew cut turned, headed back up the driveway and gave Warrick a wave, indicating he should follow. "It's in the back yard." As they made their way up the driveway and through the gate that lead to the backyard, he explained further. "I had the boys upstairs in one of the bedrooms. One of them, Ben, asks to use the bathroom. Ten minutes later, one of the uniforms is bringing him back up from where he found him, back here."

O'Reilly stopped in front of some tall bushes, weeds sprouting around like confetti. "What was he doing back here?" Warrick asked.

"Checking on this." O'Reilly pulled back two of the shrubs to reveal a hidden big screen TV.

The lanky limbed criminalist and the beefy sergeant made for quite the contrast as they stood quietly in the interrogation room watching the three boys sweat in their seats.

"Alright." Warrick slapped a folder down on the table, getting their attention. "Whose dumb ass idea was it to hide the television?"

None of the boys answered, they just glanced back and forth to each other.

Warrick nodded, silence was what he had expected. "Ok, well, I think that Claudia died first, probably was an accident. And one of you shot Denise because she saw."

The boys stopped looking at each other.

Claudia lies dead on the bedroom floor, her neck at an unnatural angle. Ben stands over her, stunned. Suddenly, Denise runs into the room, laughing, Steven right behind her, his hands out in front of him, fingers claw like, he's about to tackle and tickle her. Denise sees her friend and room mate on the floor and begins to scream.

'Shhhh' He holds out a hand, like he's begging her. When her screaming continues, he shouts at her 'Stop it'

'Ben! What the hell happened?" Steven shouts over the screaming.

Instead of answering him, Ben races to the bedside table and pulls out a gun, points and shoots. Denise, her hands on her chest, the blood already seeping through her fingers, stops screaming and looks stupidly at Ben before she falls to the floor, her back landing on Claudia's legs.

Hearing the gunshot, Sedrick rushes into the room only to stop short at seeing the girls. Ben has collapsed on the bed, Steven stands in the middle of the room, weeping.

"You set the fire to cover up the dead bodies in your living room. And you moved the TV to the backyard to save it from the fire." Warrick finished his recount.

"I told you it wouldn't work." Sedrick hisses.