"Well it does sound like someone from with in the lab." Warrick said, sitting down heavily in the chair and throwing the plastic bag on the table. Catherine leaned over and picked it up, looking at the letter and the blank envelope.

"Have we checked the printers here?" She asked.

"Sara is." Grissom said, sitting next Warrick. "You should all head home, shift's almost over."

"Yeah, I should get home to Lyndsey." Catherine said, standing up to go. "See you all later tonight." She added as she walked out the door.

"Yeah we should all go." Warrick said. "I'm gonna check on Greg. See if Nick's alright as well."

Eventually Sara left the printers with the day shift crew and Grissom eventually trailed off to his car after sending all the lab techs who worked night off home.

"This won't be easy." He said to himself as he drove off.

Later that night everyone was finally back together at work. The night shift and the swing shift had been put together to sort the case, this meant that the old team had been revived and the lot set away in the break room to show what each had found over the last hour they had been there for.

"Its definitely a printer from here." She said pointing out the distinct printing marks on two sheets of paper. "But it's the main printer, so we don't know who could have used it."

"Someone with a grudge?" They all turned to find a very pale Greg standing in the doorway, trying to look confidant but ending up looking like a lost boy.

"You should be at home Greg, resting." Grissom said.

"I'm going mad back home, I want to help." Greg said.

"Right, then work with Sofia on the Bolston case." He said, expecting some argument but ending up with a nod.

Grissom waited till Greg was gone before he continued. "Robbins says he was strangled before he was hung up. With the wire." He pulled out the bag containing the wire out on to the table. "Nothing else to go on."

"Do you think this was an isolated attack?" Nick asked, putting a hand through his short hair. "Can't tell yet. We may want to warn everyone to take care, ask if anyone has received any letters, warnings, like Archie's." Grissom continued.

"We'll check with the techs to see if any prints have come off the paper." Catherine said, nudging Sara.

"I'll check security tapes over that day to see who used that printer." Nick said, standing up behind Catherine.

"That's a lot of hours to check." Warrick said.

"Help him out. You take the day before. Nick take the day of the letter." As they reached the door he called out. "Remember, there will be quite a list and we can't go pointing fingers now." He added.

"Okay." Warrick answered.

"What a list!" Sara cried out as she looked over it. "And it includes us." She added.

"Only Grissom and myself haven't used it over those days." Nick said. "Sorry."

"Mind Hodges used it just before the time Archie and Greg read the letter." Warrick pointed out. "But the camera isn't in the right area so we can't find out what he printed off." Warrick explained.

"Lets ask him, just casually." Grissom warned.

"I'll go." Sara said. "Nick." She motioned to the lab where Hodges worked.

"Sure."

The two walked carefully over and started asking for the results on the fibres found in the wire.

"Nothing much I can tell you." He said. "It was from a cotton material, but most clothing is made up of it." He handed out the results.

"You were printing something out a few days ago at the printer." Sara started, looking down the microscope at the fibre.

"So do most people round here." He responded coldly.

"Mind if we ask what it was" Nick said, more of a statement than a question.

"None of your business!" Hodges replied. "I see what's happening. When Willows blow's up the lab you try to pin it on me. Now someone's dead you're trying it again. Well Ecklie will hear about this!" He yelled storming out of the lab and into the locker room.

"I don't think that worked." Nick sighed.

"Come on, shifts almost over, we should head off, see how Greg's doing." Sara said, leading the way out.

"Hodges." He turned around ready to yell at who ever it was.

"What?" he asked, seeing the person. He still had one leg out of his car, but started the engine. "Have you come to accuse me as well?"

"No. Just to say I believe you."

"Whatever." He answered, climbing in totally and listened to the footsteps as they walked away.

"Its true." Hodges turned back to the door and screamed out as the axe swung into his face. "You should be more nice though." And the shadow glided out to another car and drove off, leaving the body of the late Hodges, still sitting in the car.

Minutes later, and the body was found.

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