Catherine slammed the door of the Tahoe; she understood that there were other crimes in Vegas but she would rather stay on Greg's case. Vega looked up at her;

"Nice to see you too Catherine" he said vaguely amused. She took a deep breath it wasn't the vic's fault or Vega's that she didn't want this case. It wasn't really even Gil's but she wanted to be angry at someone and he was easiest.

"Sorry Vega, what we got?"

"John Doe, found by a girl on her way home, no I.D on the Vic and not obvious in the car. I ran the plates, came up stolen"

"Ok thanks, I'll take it from here. Coroner on way?"

"David should be here any minute" he informed her. She nodded her attention already on the crime scene. She looked into the car parked on the side of the road. In the drivers seat was the corpse of a young Caucasian male. The bruising around his neck indicated strangulation. The guy had short cropped black hair. He was wearing jeans and a black band t-shirt. Catherine felt he blood turn to ice when she read the T. she didn't even know that NI3 were big enough to have their own clothing. She snapped off a shot and started her prelim.

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Nick looked up at Warrick – their DB had short blonde hair and was a white male in their 20's. He had been strangled: there was deep bruising around his neck. Nick took one more shot and then nodded at David.

"All yours" he said to the coroner. He looked over at Warrick who was looking in the trunk.

"Hey Nicky, what do you make of this?" he asked, Nick wondered around the car. In the trunk was a security uniform in a bag, the uniform was covered in blood splatter. They pulled it out carefully, underneath was a back stage pass to a spine chillingly familiar concert. There were traces of a white powder at the bottom of the holdall. They collected it for trace.

"I'm getting a bad feeling about this man" Nick said

"I hear ya bro" Rick said bagging the uniform.

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Sara and Brass arrived at the dental surgery, the place was nice with a small garden out the front. They entered the blissfully air-conditioned building. The reception area was large with a small section outside various doors. There were only a few people waiting. They walked up to the reception desk and Brass flashed his badge

"I'm Det. Brass, LVPD, this is Sara Sidle with the Las Vega crime lab – we're trying to track down a patient of yours by the name of Neil Balson. Could you tell us if he's been here in the last three days?" he asked, the receptionist bit her lip. She started scribbling on a note pad.

"I'm sorry Detective but I can't give out personal information on our clients" she turned the pad round as she spoke

Exam 3: he's got a psycho friend with him

Brass read it and nodded

"Ok but all I'm asking for is the last date he came into this facility" he scrawled as he spoke, Sara blocking the pad with her body.

Call 911. Which way?

The receptionist indicated with her eyes

"I'm sorry but without a warrant I'm not at liberty to tell you anything"

"Ok. Well thank you anyway" he turned slowly

"On the left" Sara breathed, Brass causally looked over, sitting in the left hand corner, hidden from the front door was the guitarist Johnny Lloyds, his cast looked in very poor condition. He was twitching and sniffing a lot. Brass sighed heavily

"Tweaker" he muttered and surreptitiously drew his weapon, nodding for Sara to do the same. They were practically upon him, he looked up at them and his eyes went wide. He bolted up from the chair and barrelled into Sara. He pushed her over on to the floor, he went to run past her but she kicked out catching his knee, he went down with a scream. Brass was on him, he wrestled him into a pair of cuffs and read him his rights.

"Fuckin bitch broke my leg" he screamed, Brass snorted

"I didn't see it" the door to the exam room opened, Neil took one look at them and took off for he door. He didn't get far, obviously the Receptionist had called 911 as a patrol car pulled up outside. The officers got out and caught Balson before he got far. They slammed him into the hood of the car with more force then was probably required. Brass figured that it was just that cops (and CSIs) dealt with being that close to that many dentists.

"Let's get these jokers downtown" Brass sneered. He handed Lloyds of to one of the uniforms and turned back to Sara

"You ok?" he asked concerned seeing her cradle her arm

"Yeah just sprained" she assured him. He grinned at her

"Nice kick" he praised

"Thanks" she said as they walked out.

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Grissom walked into the break room, Greg was sitting on the sofa with his knees drawn up to his chest. Grissom looked at him – he was the picture of insecurity again. Gris sighed

"Greg? Can you come with me please?" he asked softly, Greg jumped up to comply. Gil tried to keep his exasperation to himself: he was going to rid Greg of this compulsion to please others at his own expense. He walked back to his office knowing that Greg was hot on his heels. They entered the office quickly, Gil sat on the edge of his desk and indicated for Greg to have a seat. Greg sat nervously, the chair was situated close enough to Grissom that he could feel the heat coming of the man. Gil glanced down the corridor to make sure it was clear. He then wrapped an arm round the young man and gave him a quick hug. Greg smiled his thanks as Gil moved back

"Greg do any of these names mean anything to you?" he asked showing him the list of Lloyds co-conspirators. Greg frowned

:They were auxiliary security:

"Auxiliary?"

:Sorry it's what the band call the security that the clubs and casinos provide. The band has their own because Michael it anally retentive when it comes to safety:

"Ok, thanks Greg. Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine"

"Don't speak just to make a point Greg" he chastised softly; Greg smiled slightly and stared at the floor. Gil ran carded a hand through the younger mans spiked hair. Greg leaned into the hand for a second and then froze suddenly. For several seconds he didn't even breathe, and then he looked up and met Gil's eyes intently. Gil found the gaze disconcerting, he felt like his entire soul was being read. He found himself drawn in, the gaze was not hindered by the façade Greg normally hid behind. After a long moment Greg blinked and the spell was broken. Gil took in the frown on the young face and couldn't help but feel that his eyes had betrayed him.

:I think you, Warrick and I need to sit down for a long talk after shift: and with that he got up and left. Gil swallowed hard, that was going to be a difficult conversation.

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"Are you sure about this Jacqui?" Catherine demanded

"Yeah I'm sure, Calos Matinez; prints came up on a NGC gaming card" she said.

"Hey Jacqui" Nick said coming in

"Doc Robbins said he sent my DBs prints over"

"Yeah got a hit, another gaming card; Tom Locum"

"Your kidding?" he exclaimed

"NO! What's up with you guys? Why all the questions?" she snapped finally, sick of having her work questioned. The CSIs looked guiltily at her

"Sorry Jacqui, but these are to of the four people suspected of the attack on NI3­" Catherine explained, Jacqui's gaze hardened

"The one's that hurt Greg?" she demanded Nick and Cath nodded, "then I'm glad they're dead" she spat surprising the CSIs with her venom.

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with Jacqui?" Nick asked deadpan. She looked sheepish

"Sorry, but don't tell me you haven't had the same thought" she defended. Nick raised an eyebrow at Catherine and shrugged.

"She's got a point" he conceded before heading out. Catherine went to say something else to Jacqui but then rushed out of the print lab and into DNA. Greg was just about to start processing a swab

"Greg stop!" she commanded, he dropped the sample and took a step back. CSIs generally didn't stop you doing your job without a reason.

"Is that from either mine or Nicky's and Rick's DB" Greg nodded

"Have you processed anything from either crime?" he shook his head in a clear no and Catherine started to breathe again.

"Good, don't – they're liked to the NI3 case ok?" Greg nodded, pulled his gloves off and left. Catherine watched him go with a puzzled look. Bryson shrugged

"They would be the only new cases and he's already worked through everything else" he explained.

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The CSIs gathered in the layout room with Jim and over Chinese to discuss the evidence, including the trace and DNA. Hodges had pulled a double to clear some of the evidence from DNA to help out – something that shocked everyone.

"Ok what did we get off the dead slimeballs?" Sara said earning a look from Grissom

"My slimeball died of strangulation, DNA confirmed his contribution to the stains on Greg's shirt. Plaster cast present on his T-shirt. Incidentally the T-shit was a slogan for NI3. Semen places him at the crime scene that we care about. Plaster and epithelia's on the inside of his shirt puts Major slimeball in intimate contact with him"

"Our slimeball was one of the contributions under Greg's nails and off Dan Langston's pants. We got two donors from his nails – which we've match to the living slimeballs"

"Ok major slimeball know as Johnny Lloyds is a tweaker – was high on meths when we bought him in, damn near Frankensteined his cell. Epithelia's and plaster put him on Greg and Arissa. Boots matched the print found in the green room and outside the car at the Henderson scene. Minor living slimeball – Neil Balson was carrying a .45, striations match the bullets pulled out of Katy and the dead victims. Which means we have our Victims – Slimeballs – Crime scene trilogy complete. We've got them I'd just like to know why" Sara concluded. Gris sighed, he wished he would able to convince his team not to call them 'slimeballs' but he wasn't a fan of pushing string uphill.

"Well let's go ask a living slimeball" Brass said, tossing a carton into the bin.