Grissom unlocked the door to his house. That sounded right, His house. She would be here soon. Grissom had given Sara the address and told her to arrive as soon as her shift ended. He wanted to show her the house. Let her know that he was not going to disappear one day. He wasn't sure what response he expected.

Upon entering the house he noticed his front porch light needed replacing. The maintenance of home ownership would be intriguing. Gil could get lots of books on home repair.When he opened the door he lay his keys on a box in the hall by the door.

His mind was on the theory Sara had discussed with . Catherine had called Sam Braun and asked if anyone was in town on a "job". Sam told her a guy named Waterhouse was in town and people turned up dead whenever he came to Vegas. This was the brother of Dr. Waterhouse. He owned a security company, started by his father. Sara had found out a lot about Waterhouse Security. It was jointly owned by three of the five Waterhouse brothers. Hollis Waterhouse did security for large hotels and casinos. He was in Vegas quite a bit. Sam told Catherine he suspected that Waterhouse was also making money on the side as a middle man for soldier of fortune type fringe assassins. She wondered how he knew this but didn't ask. The company was on the up and up. The other two brothers worked for the justice department and homeland security. Holly Waterhouse had no connection to the firm. Now if only they could link this sniper to Hollis Waterhouse and Waterhouse to ….

Across town, in a very different house, Jim Brass was making love to a beautiful red head. A natural red head he had delightfully discovered. He had also discovered that when she was highly aroused she spoke French. (it sounded like French). He wondered if her expertise in the sack was due to the fact she was a doctor and understood the human body or, oh hell, he didn't care. He had been surprised when she had told him not to worry about a condom. She laughed and reminded him that she had seen his lab reports just that morning. He told her, as doctor, should know that there were other reasons to use a condom , at this point she said something in French and made him forget his argument for the condom.

"Recommending you for limited duty seems kind of unnecessary now" she said as she put her head on his chest.

"I really I don't do any thing this strenuous on the job." he stroked her hair. "Are we going to have start bringing an interpreter into bed with us? Translate please"

"No, It's too embarrassing." She pulled a pillow over her head.

"Do tell" he rolled over and raised on eyebrow at her. She melted and began to kiss him.

"No, I want to know why you are bi-lingual?" he asked

"Okay, My mother is half French, and every summer we would visit her family in France. I was 17, he was 20 we spent the summer together. He was my first lover. I guess you never get over your first. Now anytime I am ,well, in this position, I speak French. It's the language I learned to make love in. God that is so corney. "

'Tell me, in English, what you said?" he asked as he began to kiss her neck and move downward.

"No, it's filthy."

"Tell me." and took a playful bite of her neck

"I'll whisper it to you."

The snap drew Grissom's. attention. He didn't recognize he sound, but he felt the heavy blow between his shoulder blades. Grissom dropped to his knees. The cold steel of the blade touched his throat. It was sharp. Grissom knew if he moved he would be dead quicker.

As he went down he thought about Sara. He felt the knife lower from his throat and a heavy body fall on top of him. Then the weight was lifted. Grissom quickly got to his feet. Sara was standing over him, checking the man with the knife. She had left work early, eager to find out what Grissom had wanted of her. He stood, she dropped the gun and dialed 911 on her cell phone. Sara stooped back down over the body and took the knife, using her sleeve to protect it from her fingerprints. She checked the pulse of the assailant.

"He's still alive. I caught him in the shoulder. I think he has a collapsed lung We need to stop the bleeding." She motioned for Grissom to help her.

The man began to awaken as they tried to stop the blood. He didn't struggle. Sirens began to roar to the house.

"What are you doing here" Sara asked Grissom.

"I bought this place. You like it?" he mused

"You give a hell of a house warming party" she said motioning to the crowd gathering in his new front yard.

"You gotta meet the neighbors sometime" Grissom looked around delighted at the scene.