"Warrick?"

"Warrick….Warrick!" Carly shook the sleeping form next to her, the panic in her voice rising. "My mom'll be home soon, you have to go. Warrick….Warrick!"

"Hey Mia." He shook off the faint traces of memory; it flicked from his head like a candle blown out, leaving only pale wisp's in it's wake. "Finished with the results on the pill bottle?"

"Should be printing out any moment." She considered him for a moment. "You're all over the news."

"I'm what?"

"The reporters covering Carly's death, somebody found out about your friendship. All the stations have stories about you."

Warrick shook his head in bewilderment. "Don't even care."

"Alright, but they're saying-"

"I don't care what they're saying Mia." His eyes flashed at her. "I only want the DNA results, so we can arrest somebody."

The printer in the corner dinged and out slid the DNA report. Mia rolled her chair to the printer, grabbed the paper it had expelled and read it as she rolled back to the desk, finally handing it to his anxious hands. "Not a match to your suspect." Her voice was professional and icy.

"What?" He took the report and read it for himself. "DNA's male." He looked at Mia, but didn't see her, the cast of male suspects glided past his eyes. "Thanks Mia."

"So who are our male suspects?" Grissom asked. Each CSI had taken a seat around the table in the break room, helping themselves to the food Ecklie had had ordered. At first Greg had thought it kind of the Assistant Director, until he realized it was only a tactic to keep all of them in the lab and working.

"Daughters boyfriend." Greg offered as he spooned potato salad on to his plate.

"We cleared him." Grissom said shortly, thinking Greg wasn't paying enough attention.

"Husband." Nick said, bringing a napkin to his lips to cover his mouthful of food.

"Who else?"

"The theatr manager, Barney Falade." Brass threw his two cents in as he sat down next to Catherine.

"Good." Grissom said ignoring the plate of barbeque Catherine had set down in front of him.

Across from Brass, Sara took a bite of her green salad and cast a sideways glance toward Warrick, sitting on her right. She hadn't been with him constantly throughout the day, but judging by his heaping plate, he hadn't eaten anything since the day before. And apparently, she thought to herself as she speared a tomato wedge with her fork, the break in the case had brought his appetite back full force. She wondered if what she'd found in Carly's notebook and now had in her pocket would change that.

"We need DNA from them both."

"I've sent a black and white to pick Barney up." Brass looked at his watch. "Should be back any minute now."

The statement seemed to spur everyone on, each one of them set about finishing their meal before the theatre manager arrived, and, hopefully, the case broke open.

"So Nick…" Catherine's voice was flippant, taking advantage of the mood of the moment. "Did you get her number?"

"Who's?"

"You know damn well who's."

Before Nick could answer, Brass spoke up, following Catherine's lead. "Oh, yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that." He swallowed and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Nick took the moment and spoke up. "No, Catherine, as a matter of fact, I didn't speak to her before she was released."

Greg listened to the conversation, and although he hadn't heard about the encounter backstage, he quickly put the information together. "You mean you had the hots for another suspect?" He started to chuckle, almost choking on the roll in his mouth.

"Two suspects." Grissom stated, getting everyone back on subject, as well as saving Greg from Nick. "Both with motive and opportunity." He held out his hands, palms up. "Talk it out."

"In Carly's notebook," Sara began "she'd written down an appointment with a Robert Davenport. I looked him up, he's a lawyer."

"Were you able to speak with him?"

"Umhum." She swallowed the last bite of her salad and rose to throw the paper plate away. "He was reluctant to give me any concrete information, but he did tell me in a round about way that she was coming in to look over and sign a new will." She paused a moment while she sat back down, and noticed that she had everyone's attention. "Naming Ginger and the unborn child as sole heirs."

"There's the husbands motive." Nick said and pushed his empty plate away.

"I checked on prescriptions for everyone employed by the theater" Greg said "the only one associated with the show or the theater who was given a prescription for Ambien was one of the backup singers, Jill something."

"Johansen" Brass finished for him. "I think she's the husbands' girlfriend."

Sara couldn't help but notice Warrick had set down his fork on top of a half full plate.

"If she was about to change her will, Bryans might have thought he needed to kill her while he could still inherit," Greg said, sounding more like he was explaining it to himself.

A uniformed officer appeared in the open doorway. "Capitan? Your suspect, Falade is here."

"I've got Tommy Bryans being brought in as well," Brass added as he scooted his chair away from the table and stood. Taking two steps, he stopped next to Grissom. "You coming?"

"Yeah." Gil stood and followed Brass out of the room.

"Nick, let's go check on Archie's progress with the laptop." Catherine took her plate and stood up, throwing it in the trash next to the door as she left. It was lost on no one that she hadn't said a word to Warrick during dinner.

"Think I'll go watch the interrogation, pick up a few pointers." Greg said as he stood.

"I'll clean up," Sara offered as Nick and Greg both picked up their plates. An exchange of glances told both men that she wanted a few minutes alone with Warrick.

"Ok Sar, thanks."

After they left the room, Sara tuned in her chair, her knees brushing Warrick's.

"What's up?" He asked her quietly.

She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a folded envelope and handed it to him. "I found this in Carly's notebook. Technically it should be evidence …" her voice trailed off leaving the sentence hanging in the air.

Warrick took the envelope from her and turned it over. His name was handwritten on its face in loopy female handwriting. "I figured that if there was anything pertinent in there, you'd let us know. And if there's not…" she reached for Nick and Greg's plates and piled them on top of her own "then I suppose I never saw a thing." Taking the stack of paper plates she crossed to the door, throwing them away on her way out, leaving a stunned Warrick alone with the letter from Carly.

Barney Falade was a large, imposing man, who looked like a one time professional wrestler; nothing at all like the image Jim Brass had had in mind of a short stocky guy who looked more like Barney Ruble than the Fred Flintstone who sat in front of him.

Brass took a sip of coffee; using the moment to size up the man, work out the best approach. "What's up Barn?"

"You tell me. You're the ones who drug me in here." Falade glared at Brass, then shifted his glance to Grissom. The criminologist remained silent.

"Do you know why we asked you to come in?"

Falade grunted out a laugh at Jim's use of the word 'ask'. "I suppose it's got to do with Carly's accident, but I don't know nothin' about that."

"Wasn't an accident." Brass said simply.

It took Barney a moment to understand what he was being told. "Ho', then I sure don't know nothin' about it!"

"Carly was poisoned, the accident was just a byproduct. And, we have the DNA of the guy who did it."

"So? What do you want from me? I ain't got no DNA."

Brass had heard some stupid things uttered by suspects before, but this had to be a topper.

Grissom was tired. He wanted this case solved, and the sooner the better. "Open your mouth" he ordered, peeling away the plastic covering on a swab.

"What?" Falade said though clenched teeth and lips.

"You do have DNA as a matter of fact, and I'm going to take a sample of it with this. It won't hurt. Now open your mouth. Please."

"Will it get you off my back?"

"Possibly."

"Yeah, ok then." He tilted his head back, and opened his mouth wide, like he was sitting in a dentist's chair. Grissom and Brass exchanged a quick glance. Grissom cocked an eyebrow, and got out of his chair to take the sample.

A few moments later, in the hall, Grissom told Brass, "Get Catherine for the husbands DNA sample, I'm taking this to Mia."

"Nope." Tommy Bryans sat next to his attorney and shook his head. "You're not sticking anything in my mouth."

"Unless you have a court order for his DNA…?" The lawyer paused to let either Brass or Catherine speak up. When neither did, he smirked victoriously and continued. "In that case, I'll be taking my client home now."

Catherine silently watched them leave the room. At the threshold, Tommy turned back and shot her a foul leering smile just before he walked out the door.

"We need his DNA for comparison." Grissom stated, even though he knew both people in his office were fully aware of that.

"We can't get a warrant for his house, so his toothbrush or hairbrush are out." Brass said, sounding more like he was thinking out loud than communicating anything.

"We could go back to the theater," Catherine suggested.

"And what?" Grissom asked. "Even if we find something we know to have his DNA on it, we can't use it in court unless we have witness's to testify that it is in fact Tommy's item, and therefore DNA."

"And I can guarantee you that he's there now tossing everything out." Brass said.

"Hang on…" Catherine said, her mind picking at a memory buried underneath two days worth of information. Brass and Grissom were quiet, watching her sort though the mental pictures, until her eyes lit up, coming across the memory she'd been searching for. She jumped out of her chair, nearly running as she left Grissoms office.

"All right, I'm awake. You'd think we lived in California, all this shaking going on." He turned on his side, so he was facing Carly, and propped his head up with his arm. He felt like he should say something, do something… a guy couldn't just leave, after sex, could he…? His mind raced through scenes of the movies, searching for an idea, and finally settled on one of his own. "Are you ok?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm ok." Suddenly shy, Carly moved her eyes to the blanket on the living room floor that covered them both. "You?"

Warrick tried his best to be cool. He didn't know what he was. Happy, relieved, ecstatic, scarred, pissed at himself; a little bit of everything. "Yeah" he reassured her.

"Good." Carly said animated again. "'Cause you've got to go home." She glanced over her shoulder to the clock on the wall. "Now."

"Going home soon would be nice." Hodges told Mia as he entered the break room.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Although I'd kinda like to be around when they make an arrest," Mia answered him just as she noticed Warrick sitting at the table. Concern crossed over her face, her brow knitted, "Warrick? Are you Ok?"

Warrick sat still in his chair, holding the sealed envelope in his hands, finally realizing he wasn't alone in the room anymore, and that someone was speaking to him. Blinking, he looked up toward Mia, her question coming back to him. "What? Yeah…" he stood up as Hodges and Mia sat down. "I'm…" he muttered as he walked out of the room.

The two techs at the table stared after him. "I don't think he's fine" Hodges said after a moment.