"Greg?" Catherine shot forward as Greg sat shaking on the curb outside the flat, tears unshed but shining in his eyes.

"Catherine?" he asked, his stare broken by her arrival. He shook his head, confused.

"Jim, give him a lift back to the lab." Grissom said as he passed the young man, giving him a sad smile.

"Sure thing." He held the young CSI by the arm and helped him up, leading him to the car and put him into the front passenger seat.

The three CSI's, Grissom, Sara and Catherine made their way to the door and slowly into the apartment. They followed the coroner into the lounge and the three stoped in their tracks, staring at the still swinging corpse of the late Archie, Audio and Visual lab tech in the CSI lab.

"Catherine, take the other rooms. Sara, print the doors and windows, find out how he got in. Brass will ask Greg about what he found and touched." He stepped up to the body. " I'll take in here." He added, nodding to David.

Sara and Catherine left Grissom to attend to their tasks while he and David cut Archie down.

"He was killed first, before he was hung here." David said. "The cut is across the throat, straight line. The second is just under the chin, where they strung him up. The first would have destroyed all the vessels in his throat." He explained, pointing out the deep cut along his throat and the other lighter one under his chin. "Wire." He added, trying to preserve it.

"We might get some fibre off." Grissom suggested, slowly untying the thick wire and carefully peeling it out of the throat. He bagged it and tagged it before allowing David to put Archie into a body bag. He winced slightly as the bag was zipped up and stepped to the size as he was wheeled out.

Grissom slowly went around the room, finding hairs and foreign fibres. He lastly approached the sofa as Sara and Catherine came back in.

"A few prints, but I'm doubting this guys left us much." Sara told Grissom as Catherine said nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Well I can gather that he was sitting here, and the wire was thrown around his neck, possibly from behind and then tied till he chocked…on his own blood." Grissom said quietly. "They then moved his body over here and strung him up…Why?" Grissom said, turning slowly to take in the room.

"Blood." Catherine said, moving to the wall that hid the door from view, the area where Archie had been hanging.

"Where?" Sara asked, stepping beside the older woman. "Cleaned?" she asked confused.

"Lumenal." Catherine said, getting it passed to her by Grissom while also being handed a set of goggles. Sara set about closing the curtains to make the room darker so as to see the lumenal better.

Catherine sprayed the wall a few times and stepped back with a gasp.

"We may have a problem." Sara whispered, shocked.

Brass sat down in the break room and handed a cup of coffee to Greg. "Okay Greg, just the usual questions. Did you touch anything at the scene?"

"No just the front door and the lounge door I think." He said, rubbing his head to ease the headache.

"Here." Brass dipped into his pocket and brought out some aspirin, pouring out a few tablets into Greg's hand. "When did you last see Archie?"

"Here, early this morning. We were both staying later…earlier than usual. Working on that false kidnapping." Greg said, pausing to down the tablets.

"Can you think of anything that might have seemed strange? Was he reluctant to go home? Getting odd phone calls? Did someone have a grudge?"

"No…wait." Greg sat back and closed his eyes to think. "He did get an odd package a few days ago, we had a bit of a laugh over it." Greg said, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "It said something strange. A reference to Star Trek, said this certain episode would be his last but said he would tell him what happened in the episode after that." Greg laughed lightly. "Spoiled the surprise for him." Greg took a shaky breath and closed his eyes to stop the tears that rose to the brim and threatened to spill.

"Do you know what happened to the letter?" Brass asked.

"He binned it." Greg muttered. "Can I go now?" he asked.

"Yes, let me find Nick or Warrick and get them to drive you home." He just got a shaky nod in return.

"Brass here." He held his phone close to his ear.

"Brass, has Archie had any warning?"

"Some odd letter, I'm trying to find it." He stood with a few other day shifts CSI's and the lot of them were going through the trash bins outside.

"I think it might be legitimate." Grissom answered. "We found a message in blood, cleaned up, but not enough so we would find it."

"What does it say?"

" 'You shouldn't have agreed with them over me.' " Grissom read out. "I think he was targeted for something he said." Grissom explained. "Find that note and get a paper analyses."

"When we find it. See you here." And he hung up. "Anything?" He asked Warrick who shifted through the trash beside him.

"Nothing." He said.

"Keep looking. Nick should be back soon."

"I think he's staying with Greg, he seemed shaken." He stood up straight. "I can't believe it happened. Poor Archie, the number of nights the group of us have gone out on, the number of laughs we've gotten from those two joking together, it won't be the same."

"You going to be okay on this one?"

"Yes. I want to help." Warrick replied defiantly.

"Okay, lets get back to it." And they continued.

Well what do people think, I have a lot of chapters planed here. And an idea of who it is at last, I finally decided. (Evil laugh!) Anyway, I've also decided who's going to die…a lot of people lol!

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