On their way into the building, Grissom's pager went off. It was Greg Sanders in the DNA lab. He obviously had something for them, so the shift supervisor and other investigator headed towards the DNA lab first before going anywhere else. Grissom and Nick walked in on Sanders as he was sitting there staring at the wall. "What have you got for us Greg?" Nick asked.
The usually excitable young lab technician with short, usually spiked, light brown hair and brown eyes blinked slowly and turned his head ever so slight to look at the two men who had entered the room. "Nothing," he said flatly.
Nick stared at him. "What do you mean nothing? Then why did you page?"
Sanders blinked again. "I thought I'd let you know I finished with the epithelials and the semen. I ran the DNA through CODIS and got nothing. It might be nice to have a reference sample to compare it to."
"How did you know Krystal?" Grissom asked softly, knowing full well what the answer was. He had noticed that Sanders had been a little too happy the past month or so, practically singing lab results.
"She worked at McDonalds," was Sanders' only answer.
Nick pieced it together and then said, "You two were dating, weren't you?"
Sanders just turned his back. "Nice of you to notice Nick."
Nick held up his hands and turned and walked out of the lab.
"Grissom," Sanders said before the supervisor left. "I did get one hit off it though." Sanders looked at the results on his desk. "The DNA Doc Robbins gave me matched another sample I ran about two months ago. I think the case was Sara's. Didn't catch the guy though."
"Possible serial rapist?" Grissom asked.
Sanders shrugged his shoulders. "Find the guy Sara was looking for and you'll have the guy who raped Krystal."
"Time to go talk to Sara," Grissom said. He placed a hand on Sanders' shoulder. "We'll get this guy."
Sanders just nodded slowly.