Jim Brass made a decision that morning. He would get to the bottom of things. He would have get all the facts. There was no way he was going to wait around for some crazy guy to kill again. He would find a way to work things out with Holly if her brother was involved. She had left earlier, she had to go home and get ready for work. Getting used to having her in his bed would be easy.

He reached for the phone on the table next to the bed.

"Hey, how long will it take you to gather up everything you got on the case, I don't care how small it seems. Yeah, get them there, too. No, not the lab. The place……Yeah….where we went the time with the …. Okay." He rose from bed, groaning, he was still not one hundred percent and the exhersions of the last two days with Holly had not helped. God, he was feeling his age.

They met in a diner, one that was handy to the lab and the station. A place they had gone countless mornings when the events of the night had to be shook off. Since Ecklie had shifted them around there hadn't been many mornings like this lately. Brass arrived first, the only one not due to go to work or get off from work that day. Catherine came next, having just dropped Lindsey off at school. Warrick, Greg and Gil were the last to show.

"Lay it all out for me" Brass started things off and Catherine began telling what they knew and the evidence to support her theory.

1. The sniper's shots had been set up to harm only Warrick and Brass. (Warrick made a crack about Brass not being able to dodge bullets at his age.)

2. The lack of evidence in the nest , supported the theory that Mason was their man. (Grissom added that he would know how to cover his tracks)

3. Grissom was attacked in his new house. A house only he and his realtor knew about (Greg had called the agent and she remembered a call about the house after the closing , but could not be specific about the call, she offer to sell him a house )

4. The identity of the man that attacked Grissom was Robert Mason. A very dangerous man. He was trained by the military to kill. He had gone AWOL 15 years ago. This was the first time he had been on the radar since then. Greg had been able to find out that he had gotten " religion" before going AWOL. Waterhouse had been in the same unit as Mason, so it stood to reason that their paths crossed.

5. Catherine told them that Hollis Waterhouse was a small time security guy and that he had been the middle man in some hits in Vegas. ("This is inside info and we can't use it" she warned and they knew she had gotten the information from Sam Braun)

6. Mason was either holed up healing and planning his next hit or hopefully died at some point after leaving the hospital.

" Question, who wants use dead?" Brass asked. Gil handed him the list Sara had provided him with days ago. He had highlighted just one case. Gribbs, Holly.

Everyone began talking at once. Catherine suggested checking the Gribbs bank accounts for money withdrawn. Greg wanted to do wire taps and checking DOA's to see if any matched Mason's description.

Warrick didn't offer anything knowing his disttraciton in the case had been the reason they were sitting here and that the killer may have been satisfied with only his death. Brass noticed his silence.

"Kid, this guy went after me first. He's military, he will hold the commander responsible for the actions of his troops. I like the Gribbs angle. Makes sense. The mother was never happy with how the situation played out. We need to find Mason. Catherine mine that source of yours to see if Waterhouse would have used a hit man like Mason." Brass was enjoying this, he had missed the puzzle of solving crimes. He had almost forgotten this one was personal.

"We don't have anything solid. Everything we have is held to gether by our suspisons and threoies" Gil interjected. They grew quiet. Brass's shooting and Gil's attack werer being treated as separate cases. There was nothing they could produce that connected the two but theory. They needed Waterhouse. He was the connection. They paid their bill's and went separate ways. Jim was the last at the table. He dialed his cell phone.

"Hey. Roberto, I need a favor. Put a tail on a Dr. Holly Waterhouse, keep it quiet. I want to know if she meets with anyone. You got a couple of guys that can handle that for me?" He gave the private eye the details and dialed another number.

"Dr. Waterhouse please."

"Dr. Waterhouse" she spoke in her accentless professional voice.

"No French?"

"Only in bed." the voice reverted to the deep southern accent he had told her turn him on so much.

"Got a lunch date?"