AN: Don't own anyone but Fate. Anything forensic, don't knock me for if it's incorrect.

Catherine and Warrick walking down the hallway back in the lab towards see Greg and start walking to him. "Is Fate really in custody?" Warrick asked once they reached earshot.

Nodding Greg replied, "Yeah she is. I'm about to do the interrogation with Brass."

"You sure you wanna do that man?" Warrick asked.

"Seriously Greg, I know you probably wanna help her, but this may not be the best way," Catherine added.

"No I'm fine, if it turns out she did do this to Sara, she deserves to go to jail," Greg said looking at them one last time before walking through the door. Warrick and Catherine were going to be behind the glass to watch how Greg was going to handle this.

Greg walking in and taking a seat across the table from Fate said, "Hey Fate."

"Hi Greg," she answered with an attitude. "Why am I here Greg?"

"You're here Fate because we've connected you to the crime scene where my friend was stabbed three times," Greg replied matter-of-factly.

"Change your tone or else this meeting is off," Fate's lawyer said.

"You tell me you have paint chips and tire tracks but that's only circumstantial evidence. Find me the knife that stabbed her and put it in my hands," Fate said looking straight into Greg's eyes. Greg was blown away by this but than quickly realized where he was again when Brass made his comment.

"See Miss Copeper, we can't do that yet without a warrant. But if you give us the OK to screeching your house it would be greatly appreciated."

"I think you guys should get a warrant and stop harassing my client," Her lawyer said. "Come on Fate we're through here," he also said as they got up and left.

Brass and Greg just staring there looking at each other when finally Brass broke the silence by saying, "I'll be working on getting the warrant," and left. Greg was still sitting there thinking when Warrick and Catherine came in and sat at the table too.

"Greg, there's still the possibly that she didn't do it," Catherine stared.

"Catherine don't," Greg said getting up and leaving.

Sara was laying in her bed feeling extremely useless. She tried reading, didn't work, she tried watching TV and again didn't work. She wanted to be out there helping Catherine. Warrick, and probably Greg find who did this to her. No one was telling her anything. How could they that? They weren't the ones who got stabbed, and they'd sure has hell would like to know what was going on with the investigation. She thought to herself. She still had a week in the hospital. She was going to go out of her mind.

Brass secured a warrant to screech Fate's house. Brass, Catherine, Warrick, and Greg went over to search the rather large house. They finally arrived after a silent car ride over. They walked up and Brass knocked on the door. Fate opened and saw them but only looked at Greg. Greg felt as if he was shrinking in his skin just by her looks she's been giving him.

"Miss Copeper, we did get the warrant your lawyer made us to, to search your house and vehicle. Will you please step outside with this officer," Brass said handing her the piece of paper.

"I was wondering when you'd come by. Oh and I appreciate the officers watching my house. You know just incase I was feeling guilty about doing something I didn't do and decided to run," Fate said reading the paper and stepping aside outside.

They walked into the house, Greg took the upstairs, Catherine took the downstairs, and Warrick took the car.

Greg checked the bedroom first. When he first walked in he was flooded with memories of Fate and him in here. He quickly pushed them away. He than thought of Sara, and how upset she probably is over what happened the night she got stabbed. But now wasn't the time to think of these things and he quickly got to work. He checked all the drains upstairs- clean. Checked the bedroom and all the guest rooms and such. No knife. He than checked her closet. Looked at her clothes to try and find the skirt she was wearing the other night. After a little while he found it shoved behind everything else. He bagged it so that he would check it when he got to the lab.

He than looked at her shoes, she had very few sneakers so it wouldn't take long. He found a pair that was a visual match to the shoeprint he found at the crime scene. He bagged them and than went down to go see what Catherine found.

Catherine checked all the knives in the kitchen for blood, all where all clean. Than she checked every drain she found blood in the kitchen skin drain. She was putting away the swab when she saw Greg come down the stairs. He noticed that she saw him by asking, "You find anything?"

"Blood in the drain but all the knives were clean. How about you?" Catherine asked standing up grabbing her kit.

"I found shoes that look like they match the shoeprint and the black silk skirt she was wearing the night of the stabbing." Greg told her. "Let's go see what Warrick found," Catherine said as they walked out to find him.

Warrick first checked for a knife, but he didn't find one, than he checked for blood. Found some of the steering wheel, driver's seat- in a vague shape of a knife, and on the door handles of the drivers seat. He just got done swabbing them when Greg and Catherine came out. "Hey did you guys find the knife?" Warrick asked them when they got to him.

"No we didn't, I take it you didn't either," Greg said to him.

"No I didn't, but I did find blood in her car. Let me tell you, this girl is clean," Warrick said looking around the car again.

"Great, so we have a suspect that all the evidence is pointing to did it, but we have no murder weapon. That's just peachy," Greg said walking backwards with his hands on his hand.

"Hold on, I have one more thought. The trash hasn't been picked up since the night of the stabbing right?" Catherine asked.

"I don't think so," Warrick asked as Catherine stared to walk towards her trashcans. There were three so Greg and Warrick grabbed one. After a couple minutes of finding nothing but trash Greg and Warrick stopped. "These are clean," Greg, said frustrated.

"So is mine," Warrick said throwing back in a left over piece of trash.

"Wait, I think I found something," Catherine said pulling up a towel that wrapped around something. She unrolled it and there was a bloody knife.

"I think we have our murder weapon."