Note: So, after re-reading chapter ten, I've decided I'm exactly happy with it...I feel like it really wasn't up to par with the rest of them. My writing style seemed a little choppy...I dunno...anyway THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I'm trying to find time to reply to you guys and let you know how much I appreciate the kind words!
Here's the next installment of this little fic! It's a pretty subdued chapter...considering the previous chapter's happenings! In this chapter I make a brief mention of a case from one of the CSI novels Sin City …strictly for plot purposes here…so if you don't remember the case from the shows…that's why. There's no need to have read the book to understand any of this…though I do recommend the book…it's some very good CSI reading! I just thought it'd be an interesting tie in...a past CSI TV case...and a CSI novel case come head-to-head...Let me know what y'all think!

Sunday 11:00 p.m.

"We only found one gun at the apartment," Warrick said. He was walking with Grissom toward the break room.

"This leaves us two guns short."

"I've got DNA being run on the bloody shirt we found and having that cross matched with a sample I got from both suspects as well as the blood I found in the drain."

"Well, it's a start," Grissom shrugged as the two entered the room. "Is everyone here?" he asked glancing around the room. "Where's Nick?"

"He's coming in an hour late," Warrick said pouring a cup of coffee.

"Right," the supervisor shook his head. "Okay, here's what I've got. Catherine, Sara, and Greg, I want you guys to take the 419 at Mandalay Bay," he said handing Catherine the assignment sheet. "I'll be with Warrick and Nick wrapping up these robbery cases when I'm not working on budget reports. Keep me in the loop," he said pointing a finger as the three CSIs stood to leave the room.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were the supervisor of this team," Catherine smiled giving the man a pat on the shoulder.

"I figured you were tired of doing it for me," he grinned with a shrug.

"Careful Gil," she smiled at the door, "you may have Ecklie looking over his own shoulder now."

The man only smiled as he watched his team disperse. He nearly cringed at the thought of the stack of papers awaiting him at his desk. He was at least a week behind on his reports. Granted it was an improvement from the months worth he used to accumulate, but then again, there still wasn't a lack of paperwork. It seemed the reports were growing in length; a week's worth of reports now looked like what a months worth may have looked like back in the summer. Just thinking about them gave the man a headache.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator, Grissom made up his mind to get the work done. The sooner the better. He really hated paperwork.

Monday 12:00 a.m.

"Hey sleeping beauty," Warrick said looking up from the file in front of him as Nick entered the break room. "It's about time you got here. I called your cell at least three times in the last hour. Our case is bustin' out."

"Sorry, I had it silenced by mistake. What's up?" Nick asked coming up alongside his partner.

"I just got DNA back on the blood we found at the apartment."

"Yeah?"

"The blood on the shirt is a match to the blood I collected from the sink drain."

"What about our suspects?" Nick asked looking over Warrick's shoulder at the report.

"Neither kid is a match," the man shook his head. "We're still looking for the third suspect."

"We still need to interview Kevin McCallum, right?"

"Yeah. I'm waiting for Brass to give me a call," he nodded. "I started looking into the punk's background, though," he handed Nick a folder.

"He's a senior at UNLV. Well we already knew that," Nick said taking a seat while looking over the reports.

"Keep reading."

"Average GPA. Looks like he's taken a few decent classes. He's a business major, huh?"

"Yeah, I don't think he's all that interested in becoming an entrepreneur, though."

"He was busted for possession of a controlled substance and trafficking." He gave a low whistle through his teeth.

"This kid's gotten pretty deep into drug trafficking from what I understand. Take a look at some of the photos in there."

Nick flipped through some pages. Images of drugs and drug paraphernalia took up several pages of the report.

"This stuff was found on him? Percocet, Vicodin, Demerol…He's a one man walking drug store," Nick shook his head. "Then he escalates: pot, coke, crystal meth…"

"Yeah, he's a good kid my ass," Warrick nodded. "Take a look at the bottom corner of each bag."

"What is that? A little red triangle?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Remember the case a few years ago, the husband reported his wife missing? Turned out she was murdered. We found drugs in the house."

"Yeah, I remember that one. We all liked the husband for the murder," Nick nodded.

"The bags of coke were tagged with a little red triangle," he pointed to the photos.

"What is it? Some kind of calling card?"

Warrick nodded. "Dealers tag their merchandise. This particular dealer is dirty," he said. "He goes by Lil Moe on the street. His real name's Kevin Sadler. We nailed him with the Pierce case, but he's been out for a couple years now. It was this guy's first offense."

"Slap on the wrist," Nick nodded still flipping through the file.

"Basically. Anyway, I've got Brass chasing this guy down. Maybe he can give us some answers."

"And maybe we can tag team with McCallum. What are the chances these two get together?" Nick nodded liking the idea of using the guys against each other. In many cases it proved the best way to get the suspects to fess up to their actions. "So, where are we on the second and third guns?" he asked closing the file.

"We need to get a warrant to search Sadler's place. But, I'm not holding out to find anything. The punk probably dumped the guns someplace."

"Were the dumpsters of the stores ever checked?" Nick asked getting up and grabbing a bottle of water. He tossed one to Warrick as he remained standing.

"I think so," he nodded. "I don't think anything was found."

"What about neighboring stores, alleyways…"Nick trailed off as Grissom entered the room.

"It's been several days since the last robbery," Grissom shook his head. "It wouldn't hurt to check it out. Chances of finding any workable evidence, though, are slim."

"We may be better off searching the city dump," Warrick shook his head.

"You can head there in the morning," Grissom smiled. "For now, the dumpsters will do."

"What? What about the suspects?" he asked.

"They'll wait. We have enough to hold them right?" he asked looking at both CSIs.

"Well, yeah," the taller CSI said leaning back in his chair.

"And we've got a possible third suspect already?"

"Kevin Sadler," Warrick nodded.

"Sadler…"their boss thought on the name. "Why do I…"

"A case from three years ago," Nick informed his boss. "The drug dealer from the Pierce case."

"Ah, right," Grissom nodded. "Man cuts up wife, man buys a kilo of coke to celebrate. Good, maybe we're getting somewhere. And these two are connected I presume?"

"We're working on that," Warrick nodded.

"So, what do you want us to do?" Nick asked taking a swig of his water.

"Gather the evidence first. Check the dumpsters, and everything around the last grocery store. Chances are, you're right, they've dumped their weapons. When you're done with that let me know."

"And the suspects?" Warrick asked.

"They can wait for now," the man shook his head as Nick and Warrick headed toward the locker room.

It was time to get down and dirty.

It was time to break this case open and claim it solved.