Chapter 10:

After Elliot was sent on his way Jen, Sam, Greg, Grissom, Warrick, Shannon, and Brass gathered around the break room's speakerphone as Olivia dialed Huang's office.

"FBI."

"Julie, it's Detective Benson. Is George there?"

"Hey, Olivia. Huang just got in. He's been waiting for you to call. I'll patch you through."

"Huang."

"George, it's Olivia. Elliot said you had some information for us."

They heard the squeak of a chair leaning back and a rustle of papers being flipped through. "I went back and talked to Dr. Warner and got the medical records for the Saxon case. I also talked to a friend of mine, Dr. Robbins…"

Grissom sat forward in his chair. "You know Al?"

"He was a friend of my father's. Long story. Anyhow, I got the reports on Pescado and Thesa and had him zip me the Anthony file."

Warrick looked up from said file. "David just handed that to me five minutes ago. How'd you get it so fast?"

"Connections, my friend, connections."

"So, what'd you find?" Olivia interjected into the banter.

"First thing is; you're looking for two guys."

"What?" Started Greg, Shannon, and Sam.

"How do you figure?" Grissom said as he flipped back through the Saxon case.

"Two different guns. They're both .45's but the rifling's slightly different on some of the bullets found at the crime scenes."

Jen chewed on the earpiece of her sunglasses. "So, are they in cahoots or is it just a coincidence that they're MO's match?"

Sam turned to look at her. "Cahoots? Gawd, you are old."

"Shut up, Blondie." Jen retorted as she flicked a piece of paper at the younger woman.

Shannon rolled her eyes. "You were saying Dr. Huang?"

"They're working together. Probably providing alibi's for each other. The other thing I was going to tell you is these guys probably have some kind of military training with amount of planning and stealth it took to perform these operations. And there's a good chance they're in the same unit since they're providing alibi's for each other. More than likely they're parents too, considering their victims' backgrounds."

Olivia lightly drummed her fingers on the table. "Thanks, George."

"No problem. I hope what I've given you has narrowed down your suspect list."

"Yeah, if we had a suspect list." Shannon mumbled around the end of a pen stuck in her mouth as Huang hung up.

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Two hours later Grissom, Brass, Warrick, and Greg met Nick and Elliot outside a nearby McDonalds. Elliot looked rested and a little saner. Grissom raised an eyebrow at his bandaged hands. Elliot resolutely stuck them under the picnic table they sat at and turned the conversation to something all six could talk about, namely baseball and the cases.

Nick balled up his latex gloves and made a three-pointer into the trash. "We went back over the whole place and didn't find a thing."

"Yeah, but you didn't expect to find anything at the crime scene either." Warrick pointed out.

Nick took a bite of his burger and thought it over while he chewed. "True, but that don't make it any better."

Brass picked idly at what was left of his fries and watched with amusement as Warrick snatched one and flipped it at Greg's snoozing head. They started snickering when the benign missile got stuck in his spiked hair.

Grissom nudged the young man. "Greg, wake up…Greg."

Greg's reply was muffled since his forehead was pillowed on his arms. "Greg's not here right now. Please leave your name and number after the tone."

Brass took pity on him and laughingly picked the fry out of his fuzzy locks. Elliot started snickering along with Warrick and Nick until something caught his attention.

Grissom noticed his far-off expression. "What's the matter Elliot?"

"I thought I saw someone." He climbed off the bench and headed towards the parking lot. Grissom and Brass weren't far behind.

Elliot walked up to two men and hailed them. "Lieutenant Century! Commander Anderson! What the hell are you doing here?"

Anderson stuck out his hand and heartily shook Elliot's. "We could ask the same of you Detective."

"Work. One of our cases is linked to a Las Vegas one."

Century pulled a face. "We're on recruiting duty now."

"Sounds like fun." Brass said as he stuck his hand out. "Detective Jim Brass. LVPD. I'm working with Detective Stabler. How do you know each other?"

"Benson and I suspected them for a murder two years ago."

Grissom looked shocked and Century just chuckled. "Don't worry Mr.…?"

"Grissom."

"Don't worry about it. We know it wasn't anything personal. We were just the most likely suspects."

"Doesn't help the guy who was shot was the bastard who raped and killed our little girls." Anderson finished.

Century smiled grimly and shook Elliot's hand. "Well, good luck Detective."

Elliot smiled ever so slightly and headed back to the table. After he sat himself down and sipped his water he absently turned to Warrick.

"Did you guys ever call Haung?"

Greg finally picked his head up and rubbed his bleary eyes. "Yeah. He gave us some good information. Would've been great if we actually had some suspects to compare it to."

Brass flipped open a small notebook from inside his jacket. "Said we're actually looking for two killers."

"I had Bobby D. check out the bullets and he confirmed Dr. Huang's analysis. There were two different .45's." Grissom added.

"The good Dr. also said that the suspects are most likely military and parents." Brass said as he flipped the notebook shut and stuck in an inside pocket.

Elliot's eyes glazed over for a second as he thought. Nick leaned over and elbowed him.

"Hey, you got somethin'?"

"Yeah. I think I might actually have the beginnings of a suspect list."