A/N: So most of you would have had to of read the whole story again as it has been soooooo long since I last posted. All I can say is that I was out of the country for four months and didn't have my computer so as a result no postings. But to make up for it I'm going to post nearly all of the rest of the story I only have about one more chapter to write so hopefully that will get it over and done with. I also have another story I am about to post. I'm a huge fan of Grissomgal71's stories and you may notice that my stories are very Grissom focused, for the moment this is the way it will remain. Any comments, reviews (good or bad) would be greatly received.

Sara had time to think on the way over to the address, this however had not been a good thing. Her thoughts started to dwell on the fact that Grissom may not be alive she thought the last time she had seen him and then there was his voice mail how desperate he sounded. She was jarred from her thoughts by Brass.

"Let's get this over with, I hope that this leads somewhere" Brass commented as he got out of the drivers seat.

Knocking on the door with a determined look on his face, Sara realized that finding Grissom meant as much to Brass as it did to her. Even though they didn't always seem eye to eye Grissom was probably Brass's best friend.

The door slowly opened to reveal a dirty looking 30 year old, he sized up Sara and Brass as they stood on his door step.

"What do you want?" The grungy man barked

"Bryan Murphy?" Brass asked

"Nope" The man went to shut the door, but with brass's many years in the squad he'd already placed his foot in the door.

"Is he home?" Sara piped in as she eyed up the interior of the house.

"Nope" the man answered with a small sneer

"Mr talkative aren't we, do you know when he'll be back?" Brass asked just then a crash came from behind in the living room.

"Who else is with you at the moment?" Brass pressed as he became suspicious.

"No, one just a dog" as he said this the back door of the house slammed. Both reacting to the noise Brass headed around the back just in time to see a foot disappear into the garage. Pursuing the foot he managed to catch a scruffy looking 25 year old getting into a beaten up truck.

"Bryan Murphy I presume?" Brass quipped as he forced the man up against the truck "Would you like to tell me why you were running?"

At this point Sara had caught up with Brass and was looking in the back of the flatbed truck, when something caught her eye. Tucked in the corner by the tailgate was a piece of paper. Pulling out a spare pair of gloves she slowly went to get it, she let out a small gasp when she realized what it was, gingerly picking it up she showed it to Brass, both of them stared at the evidence neither really believing what they saw, there in Sara's hand was a picture of the CSI nightshift.