He considered finding Ecklie and tearing him a new one. He had even slapped the case folder on to his desk and taken a few angry steps toward the door when his better judgment took hold. Any conversation with Ecklie was a waste of time. Time that would be better spent processing the evidence, catching the killer and getting justice for the now four victims. Already halfway to the door, he decided to check in on his CSI's progress in the lab rooms.

Warrick sat in the darkened room; his arms folded across his chest, the computer screen in front of throwing a glow on his face as it quickly flashed though the hundreds of fingerprints, automatically comparing it to the prints found at the scene. Grissom watched the pc for a moment before turning to Warrick. "No..." he stopped, his unasked question hung in the air. Warrick's eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply. Gil thought back, calculating the hours Warrick worked this week. Quietly he left the room, letting the CSI sleep.

Greg on the other hand, was wide-awake. To awake, actually, and Gil wondered what percentage of his blood was pure caffeine. "Hey" Greg greeted, seeing his boss in the threshold. "Brass interviewed one of Candlestein's neighbors who saw a car pull up in front of the house shortly after the husband left for the kids play. She's not good with cars, and wasn't paying that much attention, but she said it was an older model, a Cadillac like car, long hood and trunk. Black, or maybe dark blue. I pulled some tire tracks from the front of the house, where the neighbor said the car was parked. Got them running now." He pointed at the computer sitting on the desk in front of him.

Grissom smiled a little. "Good job." Greg returned the smile, basking in the praise. Grissom handed him the DNA reports from the two dayshift case folders. "We just learned that dayshift also had two cases with the same MO." Greg's smile faltered. "They found some DNA, I need you to double check their results."

"Yes sir." Greg answered soberly, taking the two sheets of paper from him.

Nick and Sara both had their eyes glued to microscopes, so after a brief pause in the doorway, Grissom left them to their work, without them ever knowing he'd been there.

Back in his office, Catherine and Brass had taken out the photos of what they now knew to be the first two victims and laid them next to the photos nightshift had taken of their own scenes. "The two new vic's were both redhead's too." She told Grissom as he walked into his office.

"Yeah." He agreed, recalling the glimpse of the photo he'd had before he'd almost set off to find Ecklie. He turned his attention to Brass. "We need to know everything about these women. I want to know where they bought their groceries, what kind of food they bought, where they took their dry cleaning; bought their prescriptions." He continued, pointing his index finger. "What vets they used, where they banked, what credit cards they owned. Everything! There's something that connects these women besides the color of their hair, and I want to know what it is."

Brass nodded "I'll get on it." He said and left the room to get started.

Catherine's eyebrows were raised in mild surprise at Grissom's outburst. "Anything from the labs?" She asked as he flopped down into the chair behind his desk.

He slipped his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "Greg has some tire tracks from the Candlestein home that he's running, and a possible description of a car. Nick and Sara are working on trace and Warrick's asleep."

"Didn't know you'd seen that." Warrick's sleep heavy voice spoke from the doorway. "I ran the prints from the house tonight." He took the two steps into Grissom's office and handed him the paper in his hands.

"You get any hits?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, the husband." He shook his head to her raised eyebrows. "He was a Marine, prints are on file from then. He doesn't have a record."

"And a lot of smudges." Gil said.

"A lot of smudges." Warrick sat in one of the two empty chairs facing the desk.

"Well," Gil said as he flipped the dayshift case files around so they faced Warrick. "We've got two new victims."

"What?" He picked up one of the files and quickly read through the report. "Dayshift" he muttered.