Grissom cursed his cell phone when it rang. Although he and Sara had been watching a forensic program, both of them had fallen asleep. Please don't wake her up! Grissom pulled his phone off of the side table. "Grissom."

Sara turned, got off of the couch, and pointed toward the bathroom. Grissom nodded his head and paid more attention to who was speaking to him on the phone. "Gil, it's Cath, we've got another body down here and we're completely overwhelmed."

"Same MO?"

"Yup, tied up, raped, murdered, and posed. Another brunette, 5'9", 130 maybe. Gil, this is going on third shift for all of us, we need fresh eyes."

Grissom sighed and put his head in his hands. "Cath, Sara can't come in."

"Gil, I'm not asking for Sara, I'm asking for you."

"Who's there right now?"

"Warrick and Nick are both at the scene, and Greg's here at the lab processing anything that comes back. I told Warrick and Nick that I would join them at the scene as soon as I can, but I need another person here processing. They're exhausted Gil, I had to wake both of them up to get them out to the scene, and Greg has been working non-stop for God knows how long."

"When's the last time you slept?"

"The ten minutes I got before you called me a day ago to come in and work the case in your place."

Grissom paused once again when Sara came back into the living room. "Let me talk to Sara and I'll call you back."

Grissom set down the phone and Sara sat next to him on the couch. "You have to go into work, don't you?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him.

Grissom let out a breath of air he didn't know he had been holding. "Yeah, right now everyone is pulling triple shifts and they at least need one more body so someone can try and get some rest."

Sara turned and gave him a brief kiss on the lips. "Go, I'll be fine by myself, and if I have any problems I'll call."

The look in Grissom's eyes told her he doubted his decision. "I just don't want to leave you here," he said, pulling her into his arms.

Sara looked him in the eye. "Gil, this case is horrible. With the latest body the total count is at ten. We need to find out who is doing this and give all of the poor women justice. I know you're not going to let me come with you, so just go get ready, and I'll call Cath."

Grissom nodded his head, kissed her forehead, and went back into the bedroom to get dressed.

"Gil, are you coming?" Catherine answered the phone after checking the caller id.

"Yeah, he's coming in," Sara replied.

"Oh, Sara," Catherine realized, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay to be here for a while by myself, I think I'll manage."

"If you need anything, call any of us, okay?"

"Yeah. I'm probably just going to rest anyway."

Grissom walked back into the living room dressed for work. He put his hand up to his face in a gesture that he wanted to talk to Catherine. "Cath, Griss wants to talk to you."

"Okay, you feel better."

Sara handed the phone to Grissom. "Cath, call Warrick back to the lab and tell him to get some sleep. I'll meet you out at the scene."

After getting directions from Catherine as to where the scene was, Grissom hung up the phone and turned back to Sara. "You'll call if you need anything?"

"Yes," Sara said, wrapping her arms around him.

"Please take it easy," he pleaded.

"Don't worry about me, just go work on the case. I'll be fine."

They exchanged kisses and Grissom left to go to the scene.

"Meet Katheryn Masters," Brass stated upon Grissom's arrival at the scene, "GSW to the chest."

Grissom nodded. "Any witnesses?"

"No, she was dropped too. No one saw the drop."

"You talk to the family yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you to get here before I left. How's Sara?"

"She's okay, achy, but okay."

"That's good, she gave Greg quite a scare."

"Yeah, she scared me pretty bad too."

"Alright, I'm going back to the station to start contacting the family."

Grissom nodded his head and ducked under the crime scene tape.

"Cath, Nick, you guys find anything yet?"

"No, David is just about to take the body back to the morgue. Nick's going to go back with him and get started on the clothing right away."

Nick was about to ask Grissom a question when he cut him off. "Nick, Sara's okay, tired, but okay. She wants to catch this killer as much as the rest of us, so let's just get our job done and try to find some evidence against this guy. Work on the evidence for a while, and then wake up Warrick to take over your job. You need some sleep too."

Nick nodded and followed David to the coroner's van. "I'll take where the body was, you take the perimeter," Grissom stated to Catherine.

"Okay Gil."

About a half an hour after starting work on the clothes, Nick found some fibers on the discarded jeans. Nick immediately took them down to Greg to look at under the microscope. "Greg, I need you to look at these now!" he stated, swinging the plastic bag in the air.

Greg turned around in his swivel chair and looked at Nick with bleary eyes. "What do you have?"

"Black fibers, I want you to see if they match the fibers found on all of the other victims."

Greg took the evidence from Nick and compared it to the other evidence under the microscope. "Black, trilobal, definitely car fibers," Greg paused for another second while comparing the two fibers, "and they are a match to the fibers taken off of the other vics. Same silver car with black interior."

"Which still matches the five thousand models of that car sold in Vegas."

"You got anything else for me yet?"

"Nah, why don't you go down to the break room and try to catch a few zs, we'll get you when we need you."

"Okay, thanks."

Greg and Nick parted ways, Greg going to the break room and Nick going back to continue looking at the clothes.

Grissom and Catherine finished processing the scene, neither one of them finding anything very useful for their investigation. "Cath, why don't you go see if Brass has found out anything, I need to go speak to the higher-ups."

Catherine stared at him with an inquisitive eye, but said nothing. They headed back to the lab in separate vehicles.

"Sheriff, I need my team back in one piece," Grissom demanded.

"Haven't we already had this conversation?"

"Yes, and you still haven't seemed to do anything about it. No one is happy with the current situation. I know that the people who are on day shift now want their swing shift positions back, and you sure as hell know we need the night shift back together."

"Gil, I'm looking into the situation, I still need to talk to Conrad Ecklie."

"So why haven't you talked to him yet, it's been over a week?"

"He called in a few days ago to take a week off, and he hasn't been back yet."

"Well, don't you think he is stalling to try and make this take longer?"

"Gil, I don't know..."

Grissom cut him off and lost his temper. "There is a serial killer on the loose, we just got the tenth body in the morgue, and you expect a team of two to work on the case! Right now I keep having to call in swing shift to work on this, and people are pulling triple shifts. This is not effective forensic work sheriff!"

"Well, you would have another person if you brought Ms. Sidle back in."

Grissom's face only got redder with anger. "Ms. Sidle is on medical leave. We are short-staffed because of the crap that Ecklie pulled, not because Ms. Sidle is ill."

"I'll discuss this with Conrad when he comes back. Until then, I'm expecting this serial murder case to be solved."

Grissom vacated his seat and stormed out of the sheriff's office.