The hinge on the gate appeared to have been damaged and as a result the gate seemed to be spring loaded. Upon freeing it from the latch, it smacked the wall of the enclosure and then bounced off, only to smack it again several more times with enough force to have chipped away at the brick wall that surrounded the dumpster. That alone would have provided enough of a hazard to seriously injure someone, but upon walking into the enclosure Nick and Sara noticed that the gate itself seemed to be damaged. On the inside of the gate a portion of the metal framing had somehow become twisted, forming a protrusion from the rest of the gate. Nick surmised that a garbage truck had probably backed into it at one point and over time it had just gotten worse making it an accident waiting to happen. Unfortunately for their victim, that accident had happened today.

"I've got more blood." Sara's examination of the metal poking out seemed to support their theory. A simple testing utilizing phenylthaline confirmed the presence of blood and upon closer inspection; they found several fibers of the same color as the shirt their victim was wearing.

Nick surveyed the scene and let out a frustrated sigh. "This whole situation just seems wrong." Everything about this could have been preventable.

"We still don't know why she came out here." Sara nodded, but something still was nagging at her. As much as she wanted to wrap up the case and go on that date with Nick, she wanted to know the truth and she knew that he did too.

Nick pursed his lips together for a moment as he considered several possible scenarios. "Maybe she was coming out here to get something."

Sara just stared at the dumpster thoughtfully. "I don't think she got very far, her keys are right here." She kneeled down and picked up the keys that lay on the ground and slid them into an evidence bag.

"Maybe she hid something out here and was planning on picking it up before the garbage trucks picked up." Nick suggested.

"But they're on a holiday schedule." Sara recalled getting a notice at her apartment from the waste management company saying that all garbage pickup would happen a day later than normal due to the holidays.

"So they pick up tomorrow morning, but she wanted to make sure that whatever was out here didn't get dumped because she wasn't sure when she'd be able to get away from work." Nick continued.

"Well if she put something out here, where is it?" Sara knew that if his theory was correct, there should be something out here for them to find, unless they were wrong about the trash pickup.

Nick recalled what he's seen on the video surveillance tape. "She didn't open the dumpster. She was over here somewhere and then the gate hit her before she could get out." He gestured towards the gap between the wall and the dumpster.

Sara walked over, flashlight in hand and shown it into the dark shadows. There taped on the side of the dumpster with duct tape was an envelope. "It looks like you're right." She glanced back at Nick and grinned at the fact that he was paying more attention to her backside than what she was saying. "Nick."

He knew she'd caught him and he flashed her a sheepish smile. "You found something?"

"Yeah." She smirked back at him. She was finding a great deal of pleasure in the fact that he was ogling her, but at the same time, she could feel her cheeks getting warm and she knew that she was blushing.

Nick stepped towards her and took a few pictures of the bulky envelope before Sara reached in and carefully peeled it off the dumpster utilizing a pair of tweezers to preserve fingerprint evidence and to keep the tape from sticking to her latex gloves. She looked up at Nick with an incredulous expression. "There's a lot of cash in here."

Nick raised a curious eyebrow. "Maybe our victim had sticky fingers in the till."

"Or maybe she was picking up some sort of payoff for something." Sara offered.

"She could have been the one making the payoff." His theory had just as much merit. "Although she didn't seem to have anything in hand besides her keys when she came out here, at least that's visible on the tape."

"We still don't even know who she is." Sara felt a sudden wave of frustration fueled by not enough sleep and not enough food.

"Let's just finish processing the scene and get the evidence back to the lab. I think we could both use a break." He gave her one of those looks that was decidedly protective in nature. He knew that they were both close to hitting a wall and from the looks of things there was going to be more to this case than they could accomplish in the remaining shift without some rest and food.

She knew he was right, but part of her just wanted to push through and get the evidence processed.

"Sara." He could tell she was about to fight him on it, and he was prepared to stand his ground.

She glanced up at him and let out a soft chuckle.

"Why don't we take this stuff back to the lab, check it into evidence and then we can take a break for a while." He couldn't remember when he last slept, but at the moment he could tell that he was quickly running out of steam.

A slightly disappointed expression flitted across Sara's face and then she smirked. "What about that date?" He had promised they'd go out after shift, and she was intent on holding him to it, even if they fell asleep during dinner.

He couldn't help his smile. "How about dinner and a movie, and then maybe a nap?" He didn't realize how his words might have sounded until they were out of his mouth. His eyes immediately widened.

Sara wasn't sure what to say at first.

"I mean, we can crash at my place. My couch is really comfortable and I live closer to the lab than you do." He hoped that she didn't think he wanted to date her for only one reason, although, admittedly, that thought had definitely occurred to him.

She let out a nervous laugh and smiled. "That sounds really nice. I think I could fall asleep on my feet right now to be honest."

Nick looked into her eyes, unable to keep from grinning like a fool. "And you're the one who had the nap."

She crossed her arms over her chest and raised a single eyebrow. "You know, you never did answer my question earlier."

Nick feigned innocence. "What question was that?"

She stepped towards him, her stern expression failing as a smile began to pull at her mouth. "How long were you watching me sleep?"

He was sure that his cheeks were turning a little pink because of the way they were burning, but this time he didn't shy away from the question. "A while."