The room they entered was similar to the interrogation observation room, only on the other side of the glass; the far wall was painted with height marking lines. Rai stepped into the room; her arms crossed tightly over her chest and gave an attractive black woman in a dark business suite standing in the corner a brief glance, Sara had told her that a public defender would be in the room as well. She turned her back to the mirror to face Brass.

"Ok, here's how this works" Brass said gently "in a moment, an officer is going to escort some men into the room. We need you to look and see if you see your attacker among those men. They can't see you, so you don't need to worry about that."

Rai gave him a short nod and moved her eyes to the floor.

Brass flipped a switch on a speaker box, his voice blaring into the next room. "Ok, bring 'em in."

One by one, five men stepped into the brightly lit room, Conrad Dilbert in the middle of the line. After the line of men settled in against the wall and stood still, Brass turned to Rai. "When you're ready."

Rai swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She turned, still looking at the floor. With another breath, she looked up and through the glass. Her eyes ran down the line of faces, quickly setting on Conrad's. "Number three." She said quietly.

"She didn't even look at them..." the woman in the suite began to protest.

Rai's voice burst out, all the anger and betrayal she'd held in for the past two days filled her voice. "Bitch, are you deaf? I said number three." Tears filled her eyes but didn't spill over.

The defense attorney was taken aback, and looked at Rai in shock.

Rai turned her attention back to Brass. "Can I go now, please?"

A small smile played over Brass's face, and he did a bad job of trying to hide it. He nodded. Sara was at immediately Rai's side; her arm draped around her shoulder and walked her to the door. At the threshold, Rai stopped and turned back the attorney. "If number three is your client; don't be alone with him." With that, she and Sara left the room.

Brass took in the lawyer's stunned and somewhat frightened expression, enjoying it for a moment before he looked to Gil and raised his eyebrows.

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Nick had finally made it into the assistant DA's private office, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that the lawyer wasn't paying much attention. "We printed the suspect, made a match to the prints left on the safe, and placed the suspect under arrest." He finished explaining.

The attorney glanced at his watch. "Um, ok" he glanced at the file open on his desk, trying to bide more time.

Nick let out a frustrated sigh and settled further into the chair.

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"Griss." Warrick's voice came through the cell phone, the noise of traffic in the background. "I found a cops uniform in Conrad's apartment."

"Good work. Get back as soon as you can."

"Almost there." Warrick said and clicked off.

Catherine walked in to Gil's office and handed him the report she'd just picked up from Greg. "DNA's a match for both the samples from the Bethany James scene and Rai's." she told him excitedly. "And the hairs found at the other scenes."

Gil stood up from behind the desk and took the report from her. "Warrick found a cop's uniform in Conrad's apartment."

Catherine raised an eyebrow and smiled. "We got him."

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In a side waiting room, Rai looked through the glass wall and watched as Warrick rushed down the hall, a brown paper bag in his hands.

Rai wiped her nose with a bunched up tissue and slid her eyes over to Sara. "Do you think I'll ever stop crying about this?"

Sara pushed her friends hair back off her face and gently nodded. "Yeah, I do."

Rai rolled her eyes heavenward, as if asking for help. "Hey, I've ah, I've called in Victims Services." Sara said. "Their counselors have been through this, they can help you better than I or Nick can."

Rai thought about it for a moment. "Ok."

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With a flourish, Brass opened the door to the integration room, Conrad and his attorney sat with their heads together, whispering.

"This is the favorite part of my job." He told them when they looked up "Conrad Dilbert, you are under arrest for the rape and murders of Bethany James, Terri Jo Weaver, Jan Taylor and Eleanor Candlestein, and the rape and attempted murder of Rainbow Cross. Stand up and put your hand behind your back."

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The DA hung up the phone, the seventh call he'd taken since Nick walked in to his office. "Would you excuse me for a moment please." Without waiting for an answer, he left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

Nick watched him leave and looked skyward, wishing he hadn't answered his phone when they'd called him to come in.

The secretary he'd spoken with earlier came into the office. "Everything going ok?" She asked.

"Yeah, but I wish I had my notes with me."

"Well," she said, not knowing about Brass's little rouse "he just walked into a meeting that might take a while. I'm sure there's enough time for you to go get them and be back before he's done."

"That's a good idea." Nick's face brightened with the idea of getting out of there, if even for a few minutes. "I'll run over to CSI and be back in just a bit."