Sara returned to Greg's lab at five-thirty. Emily was with her, seemingly no more tired than she had been at two o'clock. As Greg and Sara chatted, Emily read her forensics textbook. She had bought it from her father's college's bookstore, and it was one of the best investments she had ever made. Contrary to Greg's opinion, Emily did not want to be a hacker. She would rather be a legitimate investigator just like her Aunt Sara.

"Well, I finished analyzing the cyanatherporin," Greg said, handing Sara copies of his print-outs. "There was enough in the blood to kill an elephant. At least."

"Anything else?"

"Well, I ran trace on those fibers Grissom found," Greg continued, "and discovered that they were from some sort of carpeting."

"Carpeting? That's odd; the place where the bodies were found had hardwood floors. And I think Brass mentioned that all the buildings at the Gate of Heaven complex had hardwood floors. None of them had carpeting."

"Well, it's obviously carpeting, whether or not the Gate of Heaven folks had them. I'm still doing trace on the shoes."

Catherine stuck her head into Greg's lab. "Hey, Greg, any news on Father Carollan-O'Malley?"

"Not yet. Warrick's still trying to put the window back together."

"He's not here yet," Catherine informed Greg. "He took a dinner break and he'll be back later. The window's still laid out on the table in the workroom, though."

"Did he tell you about the mysterious element we discovered in panels of the window?" Greg asked.

"No, what is it?" Catherine asked.

"Hmm! A surprise! Come with me and I will show you, Catherine my sweet!"

Catherine smiled at Sara and Emily before following Greg off to a corner of his lab.

At nine-thirty, the CSIs met in the break room. Warrick and Nick – freshly returned from his stint in Louisiana - were watching ESPN as they waited for the meeting to commence. Nick sipped coffee from a maroon Tim Horton's paper mug, while Warrick had opted to chew on a toothpick. Catherine had heated up a Pasta Anytime bowl, and sat eating chicken Alfredo. Sara and Emily had brought peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches on white bread, peach strudel, and apples.

Grissom entered, carrying a manila folder, and smiled at his gathered CSIs. "Welcome, welcome," he said, turning off the TV.

"Hey, Griss!" Nick exclaimed. "The Patriots were just about to score on the Rams again!"

Grissom shrugged, as though to say he didn't care. "We're here to be introduced to one of our colleagues' relatives, who will be staying with us for the foreseeable future. Emily Sidle, I'd like you to meet Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, and Catherine Willows."

Before Emily could say anything, Brass stuck his head into the room. "What's this, a party?" he demanded in his gruff voice. "I've got that information you asked for, Gil."

Grissom gave a half-smile to Brass and said, "Great! Brass, this is Sara's niece, Emily."

"Pleased to meet you," Brass said, offering his hand to Emily and a manila folder to Grissom, who paged through its contents.

"Excellent," Grissom said.

"The guy will be here within the hour," Brass said. "I called out to the service he's employed by, and they said they'd send him out."

"What guy?" Sara asked.

"There's a man who drives a delivery truck… or drove a delivery truck out to the Gate of Heaven complex twice a week," Grissom said. "His name is Maxwell Sharpe, and he was one of the last people to see the Gate of Heaven residents alive."

"And here's what else," Brass said, leaning towards Sara, "his truck is carpeted."