I Just realised that this is the longest story i've ever written, and i've still got more written, i'm working on the 19th chapter now, so you know, there will be an ending eventually though.

I don't own CSI, however the plot line and characters i've added are my own. Chapter 19 brings in a great plot twist I love it, heeheehee. I'm loving it.

Danny's POV

"Danny, you know that case you were working on last month, the guy with the sliced up face?" My boss said.

"Yeah Boss, what about it, it went cold."

"Well, it's hot again, The guys in Miami put the word out, their guy is in Vegas, I want you to go there, check it out, see if you can help, they're thinking that the killer's brother blew up their lab, so be careful."

I nodded, and left the room, I walked out of the lab, and hailed a cab, there was a plane ticket waiting for me at the airport. I took a cab from the Vegas airport to the crime lab. "So, you're a tourist? Wanna see the lab that was blown up, to bad, you can't see anything, I've been driving people by there for two days." the cabby said.

"I'm not a tourist, I'm from New York Crime lab, just looking for closure for a victim's family," I paid the cabby as we pulled up to the lab, leaving my normal tip, "Thanks."

He looked at the cash, and shrugged, as he drove away, I walked into the lab. "How can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"My Name is Danny Messer, I'm from the New York Crime Lab, I'm looking for Gil Grissom," I said.

"What can I help our New York counterparts with?" a male voice asked from behind me.

"My boss sent me to get information on a killer, he said you'd found out what he's all about."

"Which one, we catch a lot of killers."

"He carves one side of his victim's faces, with a sharp knife," I said.

"Maverick, Jason, we just talked to his younger brother, we've got an APB out on Jason and Jesse, Jason will be arrested on sight, for breaking parole, Jesse is just wanted for questioning at this point, though if you happen to be a good sketch artist, I'll take you by the hospital so we can get him for attempted murder, at least,"

"I'm not, don't you have someone on staff?"

"No, we're calling in an outside sketch artist, our lab tech saw the guy we suspect to be the bomber, the problem is, he's got an identical twin."

"So couldn't you just use a picture of the twin?" I suggested.

"I never thought of that, Cath, why didn't we think of that?"

"You hate Ecklie, wanted to get out of his house, before you could think," the woman said.

"Alright, go back, see if you can get a picture of him, they seem to want to help, if nothing else, snap a picture of Justin right there, I want a good picture to be circulated of what Jesse probably looks like, tell Ecklie that Justin should stay inside until this is dealt with, if he's pulled in instead, of Jesse, it could end up going real bad, real fast."

"Got it," The woman left through the glass front doors.

"Come on back, we can share information," Mr. Grissom said.

I followed him through fire doors, into a long hallway, halfway down, there were burn marks on the floor and walls, "That's the office where the bomb was, the layout room where three people were working on finding Maverick was on the other side, you can see where our lab tech went through the window here, and across, you can see where a Special Agent for NCIS went through bullet proof glass, I pointed to where workers were removing the remains of the glass. "You're already doing cleanup?"

"Yeah, we need the ballistics lab, which is on the other side of the glass, can't do that until there is bullet proof safety glass separating it from the rest of the lab."

"How long do you think it will take to find these guys?"

"New leads are coming in all the time," Mr. Grissom said.

"Griss, I've got something you need to see," A black man came down the hall at a jog.

"What is it?"

"I was going cross eyed from going through the bomb components, I have no clue how Nick does it, so I turned to the other pieces, not from the bomb, but from what the bomb was in, it's only partially burned."

I followed the pair down the hall, and into a layout room, the table was covered split into four different sections, each was covered in paper, one had a large number of metal pieces, and a microscope, the others appeared to be more of a sorting area. The pair pulled on gloves upon entering the room, the black man picked something up from the table, nodding his head toward me he asked, "who's this?"

"That's Danny Messer, he's from New York, if he helps us he get's a promotion, if he just stands there, he just gets another test."

I gave him a look, and stepped up to where they were, "This is what I found," The black guy said.

Inside the folded metal was a picture, charred around the edges, but otherwise intact, it was of three young boys, they were blonde, with blue eyes, they were all smiling. I reached over to a box of gloves and pulled a pair on. The corner of the picture was curling up, revealing another piece of paper underneath. "What's that?" Mr. Grissom asked, as I peeled the picture back.

There was writing underneath, "Return our brother to the way, and yours shall live, fail, and he shall die," the black man read out.

"Who are they threatening to kill?" I asked.

"I know who the brother probably is but ours, I have no clue."

"Return our brother to the way, and yours shall live, fail, and he shall die... who has this guy threatened before?" I asked.

"Nick and Tim, I want two officers on Ecklie's place, and some protecting Nick and Tim at the hospital, if they try and get to Justin, I want to know, if they decide to just kill Nick, I want him protected."

Nick's POV

I was sitting on the side of my bed, my foot propped up on a chair Facing Tim, he was sitting up on his bed. There was a knock at the door, "Hey, you're Roger Keller, right?" he asked.

"No, I"m not, sorry," we both said, at the same time.

"You look like him," the guy said.

I turned to face him showing him the left side of my face, Tim turned his head too, "Oh, sorry, you're Roger's foster brother, Thomas?"

"Tim, actually," Tim said with a laugh, I wanted to laugh too, knowing he probably wasn't Tim at the time.

The guy left, and I turned to him, "I've never met a Roger Keller," He laughed.

"When did you start hiding them?" I asked.

"After the first move, they would have called me scar face anyway after seeing it for the first few months," Tim replied.

"I waited until I started university, I didn't see the point in hiding it, I was not willing to compromise my manliness with makeup, best thing I ever did was learn how to cover up."

We chatted, for hours, about our pasts, catching up on the last twenty years. At supper time, we got real crappy food, and I was glad to see Grissom halfway through the meal, with McDonald's "I remembered that you hated hospital food, Nick, so I brought everyone artery clogging treats."

Grissom put the bag down, on my tray table, he was about to sit in the chair, when a piercing scream erupted from outside the room, Grissom left the room, without saying a word. I reached over and took my crutch, the physiotherapist wasn't supposed to leave it, but she had looked at me, and told me that if I stayed in the room, she wouldn't take away the slight freedom the crutch allowed. "Nick, where are you going?" Tim asked.

"I'm going to see what had Grissom running at a twinge."

"What are you talking about?"

"Grissom doesn't normally react to anything like that."

I moved at the snail like pace that I was forced to maintain, due to my decision not to take any pain medications. In the hallway, I saw a nurse running into the next room down, the screaming was coming from there as well. I moved down the hall, and a nurse intercepted me "Mr. Stokes, you'll have to go back to your room,"

"What's going on in there?" I asked.

"It's ok, I'll take you back to your room," The nurse took my arm, and turned me around.

The screaming went on for another five minutes, then it slowly died off, "What was that?" I asked Tim.

"No clue, I'm stuck in this bed, can't move," Tim said.

"It was a rhetorical question," I told him.

Grissom's POV

I heard Greg's scream, and moved as fast as I could into his room, I beat the nurse in there, and lifted Greg into a sitting position his screams didn't stop right away, but then they never did. I had to be careful of the new burns on his back, but I still knew how to calm the younger man. Greg was still screaming, but his body loosened up, and he reached out for me, a sign that he would calm down momentarily. A nurse had come in, with a sedative, but I waved her off, "Drugs muddle his brain, and just make the situation worse," I told her.

"And how do you know this?" The nurse asked

"I'm Greg's physician, I prescribed sleeping pills, when this first started, but they made it worse."

"You seem close to him, for a physician."

"The only patients I have are the people who work at the crime lab, they are my team, people tend to care about the people they work with."

"Alright," the nurse sounded freaked out.

Greg's screaming slowly quieted, when he opened his eyes a couple minutes later, he took a moment to focus, and looked at me, "Water?" I picked up the cup from the side table, and held it to his lips for a drink, when he was done, he looked down, "It happened again, didn't it?"

"It did, what do you remember this time?"

"No memory, um, I saw a friend of mine, from Washington, arresting this guy, outside my apartment, can I borrow your cell phone, I need to know."

(Meanwhile in Washington) Jack's POV

We were sitting around the office, "Could this city be anymore dead, are there no cases we can be working on?" Lucy asked.

"Lucy, let's just enjoy the lull, while it lasts, because, trust me, when it rains, it pours," I said.

We sat at our desks, just doing routine paperwork, then my cell phone rang, "Jack Hudson here."

"Jack, it's Greg, I'm asking this casually so don't act alarmed, where are you?"

"At work, why do ask, Greg?" I replied, 'Casually.'

"You're going to think I'm crazy, but do you know a guy with dark hair, and a British accent?"

"No, why?"

"Wait, no, not British, lower than the normal British accent," Greg said, he sounded like he was in pain.

"Australian?" I asked.

"Yes, Australian, do you know a dark hair guy with an Australian accent?"

"Yes, but again, I ask why?"

"Jack, someone blew up my lab, and someone tried to kill some people I know, to make this easier for you to get out here, it's a federal case, cold six years, he started killing again earlier this month, two in Miami, two in Vegas, he's escalated, before he'd only kill one or two a year."

"Miami, Vegas, we're from Washington, we wouldn't even have access to any files."

"The first Victims were from Washington, Kids, living on the Naval base there, the third and fourth victim's were the first he killed, also from Washington, we recently found out who the killer is, but first, we have nothing beyond an MO that matches the attempted murders where we got the DNA from the clothing, since then, he hasn't attacked in a public place, and has been much more careful not to leave any DNA, even the next year, that was nineteen years ago."

"Alright, for you, Greg, I'll do anything." I told him.

"Thank you, Jack, you're great," Greg had a smile in his voice.

"Now, why did you want to know about my friend?"

"Because when you come to Vegas, to look at the new stuff, you should bring him, just incase you decide to trick him into exposing himself," Greg said.

"I'll get Bobby and head out there, as soon as I get everyone else going on this, But Greg, how did you know?"

"I'm sorry Jack, same reason as always, I can't tell you," Greg said.

"It's ok, Greg, I understand, thank you for calling we'll get on it," I told him.

After I hung up, Bobby asked, "What's up?"

"An old friend, calling in his version of a tip, Lucy, Tara, and Sue, I want you guys to get any case files where the killer sliced up half of the victim's face, then shot them, check the whole country, this guy's first two victims survived, the next two, were the next year, they died, he's averaged two murders a year since then, until six years ago, it seemed he had disappeared, right off the map, the case went cold, this month he's killed at least four people, maybe more, we're going to find him, Bobby, you're coming with me, to Vegas, Miles, D, you're going to Miami."

"What's going on Jack, who is this Greg guy?" Bobby asked.

"An informant, when he was younger he lived in Washington, he came to me one morning, on my way into work, scared, he told me something was going to happen, and he didn't know how to stop it, after that, he'd call me once a month, or so, he always had a tip, couldn't tell me what, when he moved to Vegas, he'd call to talk, tell me what was happening at the lab, and sometimes, I've sent evidence his way, when I needed results fast, and our lab was backed up"

Greg's POV

"I've gone to him for years, when I've known something bad was going to happen, but I've only once known he'd be involved, but then again, I don't usually know about good endings to situations," I told Grissom, as I settled back into the hospital bed.

"But he's willing to help?"

"Yes, definitely, he's bringing one of his agents to Vegas, and I think he's got the rest of his team working this too, but I'm not sure."

We talked for twenty more minutes, about what I saw, then Grissom headed back to the lab.