"How long has he been here for?" Nick asked, biting into his apple.
"I know he checked in three hours early today…yesterday? What ever." Catherine muttered, yawning. Everyone was pulling extra time to find out who these killers were. "How's Warrick and Sara coming along?" she asked.
"Not good. They think they've found previous acts like this across the country."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Catherine cried. "How many people have they killed?"
"I think Grissom's more worried about this being the final kill. We could loose dozens of people and our criminals." Nick explained, also starting to yawn. "Thanks" he grumbled, nudging Catherine for starting him off with the chain reaction. She smirked and glanced back at Greg.
"Right, he's going home." She ordered.
"What?" Nick asked, glancing back at Greg and started to laugh. "Very smooth Greggo." He smirked, walking into the room.
Greg was currently at the desk, hands folded and his head lying over one of the glossy pictures, snoring away.
"Time to go home Greg." Nick remarked, pocking him and forcing the sleepy man to his feet. "You've at this for hours." Just as Nick was about to lead Greg out Grissom appeared.
"Sara and Warrick want to update us all. That includes you Greg, come tell us what you've found." And then he was gone, straight to the break room where Sara and Warrick sat talking.
"Bed later." Greg said simply, grabbing his note book and yawned his way to the break room doors.
"I'm going to hold him to that." Catherine whispered, following him out to the room.
"Yeah, definitely." Nick agreed watching the younger man literally fall into the chair.
When everyone was settled Sara and Warrick started. "We found cases on the data base in Washington," Sara set down a file with pictures. "Miami, some towns in Pennsylvania and a place outside of New York." She set down seven files altogether.
"Get this." Warrick started, pulling out a map. "The first was in Washington. He was an ex-cop from Vegas." He made a mark on the map as to the police station in Vegas. "The second and third were from Washington. Right down the street from where our first guy was killed." He made a red mark for the murder in Washington and two blue marks as to where the people murdered lived.
"Now its just getting confusing" Greg muttered, trying to take it in.
"We know the they were both killed Miami. Down the street from where our fourtha nd fifth persons were killed." He looked around the room. "You get the point." He said.
"Well these people are killing here, so we believe they were aiming for a number of people in the Vegas area. They just needed a trail, a link of sorts." Sara said. "So this is definitely the last killing. No doubt around where the first victim lived. That would complete the chain." She explained.
"Nick, Catherine anything on your end?" Grissom asked hopefully.
"Not a single trace of fibers, skin, prints or…anything." Catherine summed up.
"Greg?"
"I'm missing one word and I can't find the translation anywhere." Greg stated. "I have 'people who work for those of the law' or something like that." He said. "But I'm missing a word that goes between who and work." He rubbed his face. "And I can't find anything in any language that even remotely matches it." He finished with a yawn.
"Good work everyone. Lets get some breakfast and then you can head home." Grissom commanded as he looked around at the tired faces. I'm not letting anyone go home alone when they're fully tired. At least with a bit of food they might perk up a bit. He told himself. "Brass is waiting for us." He added, leading the way out the door and towards the two car waiting in the car park. Brass stood by one and took Warrick, Nick and Greg, while Grissom took Catherine and Sara in his car.
The team were just finishing their waffles and were just relaxing, trying not to start up the conversation of work. They had all quickly talked while Greg went to the bathroom about trying to get him to go home and sleep, before he crashed out in the lab. It ended with Catherine and Grissom deciding to drive him home before Grissom took her back for her car. Brass would take the others back for their cars and then head home himself.
"Right, everyone get some sleep." Catherine said as they walked down the ally to the two cars.
"As long as you do as well Cath." Nick laughed, narrowly missing her swing at him. Everyone else started laughing as Nick danced around the group to avoid Catherine.
"Night everyone." She finally said as she pulled out the car keys to unlock the door and get in the passenger side door., but just as she got their the door swung open. A woman stepped her leg out and leveled a gun at the group.
"Get in the van." She commanded, pointing to a black van to the side of them.
"Drop your weapon." Brass shouted, pulling his gun from its holster.
"How about you drop yours." A man stepped from behind the van and trained a shotgun at Brass as two more men came up behind the group. Since they were all just coming back from breakfast, no one had bothered to bring their guns and found they were out gunned. "Drop it." The first man repeated, turning his gun on Nick.
"Fine." Brass said, dropping it and holding up his hands.
"Kick it over here." The second man yelled, shoving his revolver into Greg's back to prove his point. Brass did as he was told and stood watching his friends get piled into the back of the van till only Greg, the three men, woman and himself were left. He could here Nick and Warrick trying to break down the door of the van, but knew they could not get out.
"Night night." The third man growled, bringing the butt of his gun down onto the back of the skull of Brass's head. He went down and everything became dark. But just over the top he could just make out the noise of the three men returning the van and starting the engine and driving off. He held on with everything he had, just to stay awake.
The woman pulled out a needle and stuck it into Greg's arm as the van moved out. "You're just like them." She whispered as the Greg swayed and fell. She grabbed him round the arm and hoisted him into the open car and settled him into the front seat.
"Like who?" he slurred.
"You'll see." She whispered, as his world darkened.
"You'll see." The women repeated as Brass lost the battle and slid deep into the darkness. His last thoughts where, Shit, I gotta find them. And then he knew only darkness.
Sorry I'm so late with this and that its so rushed, swamped with hwk.