CATHERINE

How Grissom managed to look Sara straight in the eyes and say "you're not working on this case" amazed Catherine. Maybe it was because Sara was so hard to get through, to see the grey instead of the black and white in the picture.

But when Sara and Nick had left, you turned yourself to Grissom who looked back at you and sighed. The guy was exhausted. "Gil, are you sure you know what you're doing? I can always have Nicky come back." And it was true. You were Warrick and Nick's supervisor but earlier Grissom had convinced you that Nick would get too emotionally involved because of the relationship the CSI and the former lab tech had.

It was for the best. You tell yourself as you give Grissom a faint smile. "Lets get to work."

He merely nods and turns around, heading towards Sophia who is taking pictures of where Greg had previously laid. You though, walk over to Warrick and shake your head.

He is stationed at where the victim, Vince Travis (you're original case), had died. "I found this." He says as he holds up his tweezers and you squint to get a better look. "It's a fiber. Looks like something from sweat pants maybe?"

"This wasn't on the body," you say as you glance around, "so maybe the killer had caught his pants on something and he quickly took off leaving a bit of evidence behind for us?" You ask as you snap on your latex gloves and pull out your flashlight.

"Where are you going?" He asks as he places the fiber into an evidence bag and labels it.

"Just looking for evidence." You reply as you shine your flashlight around and take baby steps, hoping to find anything. It wasn't long until something caught your eye and you notice there are footprints, bloody footprints. "Warrick," you say as the man looks up and over at you. "Come here. I've got footprints."

Following your orders, he stands up and walks over towards you, shining his flashlight on the footprints as well. "Where do they lead to?" He asks as you follow the trail, flashlight still drawn.

"Looks like the killer was running."

"Running from what?"

You shrug. "Maybe someone saw him doing something and that's how Mr. Travis ended up on the parking lot dead?"

"People amaze me," he says as he opens his field kit, "I'm never going to really understand why people kill."

"Motives."

"But there was no motive for Greg was there?"

You wanted to avoid that question all day partly because you knew the answer to that. Knew that there was no motive and Greg was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. And then you realized your answer to Warrick's question on how motive is the reason why people kill was false. Greg was one of your examples.

He notices your silence. "I'm sorry Cath. Let's just finish collecting the evidence and bring it back to the lab, okay?"

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You walked back in forth in Hodges lab as you waited for the lab tech to finish with your evidence. Hodges was slow unlike Greg.

He looked up from his work and rolled his eyes. "What are you doing? Trying to burn a hole in my floor?" He asked, rudely as he shook his head at you.

"Just get me the damn results." You growl at him as you continue to pace back and forth.

"I'm not God." He tells you as he walks over to the printer and waits, tapping on it gently.

You ignore his comment as you watch the printer spit out the results.

"Here." He hands you the paper and you snatch it out of his hands hastily.

Your eyes scan over the results. "So it is a jogging type material? Like, sweat pants?"

He nods.

"Thanks." You tell him, not really meaning it as you leave his lab.

He shakes his head. "Man, I really need a raise."

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