Sorry this chap took so long. My granddad was hospitalized and I've been busy. He's fine now though.

Catherine just finished filing a particularly nasty arson case when she got a page from Grissom. She looked across the hall at his office. Five feet away and he'd paged her. He was so odd at times.

Stepping into the office and moving her gaze past one of the fetal pig jars, she noticed that he was holding a phone in his other hand. So that was why he paged my, she thought. Carefully putting the phone back into it's cradle, Gil looked up.

"I just got a call," he said. Catherine sighed. And the stating the obvious award goes to--. "It was from the Milwaukee lab."

"Milwaukee lab? What is it?" she immediately regretted her question.

"Milwaukee lab is a laboratory in Wisconsin, specifically Milwaukee," Gil smiled. "Actually, one of their perps came down here and did some crime. The suspect isn't in custody, and it's a multiple state crime."

"So some Wisconsinite is coming down here?" He nodded.

"One that we all know and love," he smiled again. Catherine realized her mouth was open in surprise.

"Not Greg?"

"Yes, Greg."

"No," but Grissom was still smiling. "I guess I have to pick him up?"

"Yes, and he'll fill you in." He waved, and went pack to the piles of paper on his desk.

Half an hour later, Catherine was standing outside the airport. She'd considered holding up a sign saying Greg, but reconsidered. After ten minutes of waiting, she was tempted to make a sign saying Lab rat, or something to simply kill time. Finally, she saw a spiky head emerge from the front doors. If that wasn't Greg, then it was a very sad person.

"Catherine!" He called, and gave her a tight embrace. "How've you been? And Lindsay?"

"I'm fine, and Lindsay is at college now," Catherine answered.

"Aw, the birds have left the nest," Greg smiled.

"Bird, singular. What about you? I see your style hasn't changed."

"Hey, even I can't change perfection." Busy laughing, Catherine didn't notice the quiet, small woman accompanying Greg.

As if reading her mind, he said, "This is Kim, a fellow CSI up north."

"Don't say it like that," the girl blushed.

"I'm guessing you're a new CSI?" Catherine asked. Kim nodded. "So Greg, you're a senior up there?"

"Yeah, I'm the everybody guy," Greg picked up his pack, fishing out a folder. "You want to know what we got?"

"Of course, I haven't even been briefed."

"It's a dozy. A couple serial homicides. Just out of high school age girls, raped and killed. A signature guy."

"What does he do that's different?" She picked up the bags, putting them in the back of her jeep.

"All four victims were found with a long stemmed red rose in her right hand," Kim said, her soft voice anxious. "And a white rose, um, resting in her left hand on her bosom."

"Each body is propped in the same position. Kind of like Snow White," Greg said. "Except the dwarves never killed her," he added after a moment of thought. Greg was defiantly back.

Short I know. But so am I.