"Mr Sanders?" A nurse in full scrubs asked, stepping into one of the waiting rooms.

"Yes?" Greg jumped up to see the nurse, leaving Lyndsey with Sara who had joined them an hour ago. Grissom and the team had rang to say they were on their way over soon after finding nothing substantial in the house.

"Mrs Willows is out of surgery and is fine." Greg sigh with relief. "She's awake and asking for you and her daughter." She continued.

"Thank you." He turned to Sara and Lyndsey and waved the over.

"This way." The Nurse led them down the corridor and into the recovery ward. Catherine was on a bed at the end of the empty ward, sat up slightly. She was still pale and had many tubes and wires with machinery gathered around her. "You can have a few minutes but she'll need some rest later."

Greg thanked the nurse and led Lyndsey by the hand up to the bed, watching as she hugged her drowsy mother and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hey you." Catherine croaked. "You were very brave." She whispered, returning the hug weakly.

"I was worried mum." Lyndsey answered. "Nana's on her way over to get me." She explained.

"Good to know. Do you mind if I talk to my friends sweetie?" Lyndsey nodded and moved on to the other side of the ward, looking down to where they had come from.

"Thank you Greg." Catherine said, extending a hand out which Greg took and squeezed gently.

"You would have done the same." Greg said.

"Hey, you're looking better." Sara said quietly. Catherine smiled. "Do you know who did this?" Sara asked.

"Yes." Catherine swallowed. "Bobby's dead, isn't he." She said.

"I'm sorry Catherine." Greg sat on the edge of her bed. "I couldn't save him. I couldn't get there in time." He whispered.

"No, you saved me, and Lyndsey." She looked up to Sara and said one word. "Ecklie."

Grissom stormed down the hallways of the crime lab, his phone in a vice like grip, almost at crushing it. Everyone stepped out of Grissom's way as he made a path to the main office in the lab labelled Ecklie.

He threw open the door and dropped his hand to his gun holster. A few of the people in the lab looked ready to run when he made the move. A few of the day shift CSI went for their guns while Nick and Warrick shot out of the Break room after watching Grissom as he took the call.

Grissom disappeared into the office and Nick and Warrick raced to the door. They peered in only to find Grissom alone. He stood over the desk, a piece of card held in his hand.

"Grissom?" Nick asked carefully watching the day shift CSI's as they grouped behind them, a few still with their guns out.

"We found our killer. Catherine's ID him." He growled throwing the card at Warrick who caught it.

"'So close, yet so far.'" Warrick read out. "Ecklie did all this?"

"Few of us ever liked him, maybe he finally snapped. Decided to get revenge his own way." Grissom said, taking in the office. "Check the parking lot and CCTV camera. See if he left and which way." Nick and Warrick jumped to the task and ran for the security office for the umpteenth time that week.

"Put out an APB for Ecklie, his car." Someone from Day shift ran off to the radio. "Send a police team to search his house, interview anyone in the neighbour hood." The rest went off. Grissom bend down to pick up the card that he threw at Warrick. Looking back over it he crushed it in his hand and cursed himself for not guessing.

Greg walked out of his car and into the lab. As he walked up to their floor he noticed the activity and continued on down. The groups parted for him until all were silent and watching him as he entered the break room, finding Nick, Warrick and Grissom around a police scanner.

"Still searching." He stated, throwing himself down on the sofa.

"No one knows anything?" Warrick asked.

"Neighbours haven't seen him since Thursday." He muttered angrily.

"Go home Greg." Grissom ordered.

"No." Greg said, narrowing his eyes. Grissom looked up and met Greg's stare.

"There's nothing you can do, go home and get some rest."

"Why don't you?" Greg argued, not breaking the gaze. Grissom finally broke the stare and looked back at the scanner.

The team sat like that for over half an hour before Greg stood up. "Anyone want an food?" he asked. Nick and Warrick shook their heads but Grissom stood up.

"I want to get tea." He said walking out before Greg could protest. He sighed, looked at Warrick, then Nick and followed Grissom out.

"I'll drive." Greg said as he caught up with Grissom on the stairs, leading the way to his car and unlocked it. When Grissom was in and belted up he reversed out and drove off to a small food shop he knew of.

"You don't want to go driving yourself into the ground Greg." Grissom suddenly said after ten minutes of silence.

"I could say the same for you Grissom." Greg replied sharply. Greg glanced at Grissom to see his reaction.

"I know how to handle a situation like this. You're new and young, you've never dealt with this."

"Makes two of us. You've never had your work colleges killed." Greg bit back.

"Greg just drive me back to the lab and then drive yourself home!" Grissom half yelled, wincing at the way he sounded.

Greg fell silent, spun his car around, almost colliding with an on coming car and drove back.

"Christ Greg!"

"I would go back…" he pulled into a garage. "If I hadn't have spotted Ecklie's car" he said back, pointing to one of the open garages where the same car sat.

"Excuse me!" Grissom shouted, winding down the window. "The man that brought in that car, did he look like this?" he held up a sheet of paper with Ecklie's driving license on.

"Yeah I think so." The youngest mechanic said, stepping up to look at the picture.

"Can you tell me where he went?"

"Down that way. His car was beaten in, a bat or something, said he was a doctor and had to visit a patient up at the industry banks." He pointed off to the commercial side of Vegas, over towards the mountains. "He had his insurance so he got a curtsey car."

"What type?" he asked.

After being told there was an investigation going on the man got the details of the car and the licence plate number.

Greg drove off towards the industry estate while Grissom sent a message out on the scanner as to where to send a team.

"Lets find him Greg!" Grissom said, putting on Greg's police lights and watched as the young man hit the gas and drove as fast as he could handle. "Lets find the bastard!"

Sorry about the swearing and sorry about the lousy choice of killer. But I bet few of you guessed it to be him. I know of only two people who guessed. Do you want another chapter?