"Ah, glad you're back." Said Brass sitting down in the chair in front of Grissom's desk. "I've got a good one for you Gil." Brass dropped the manila folder on Grissom's desk. "Patrol officer pulled him over for speeding and found the guy covered in blood."

"And the good part?" asked Grissom.

"He keeps insisting that it's just paint. He doesn't seem to be all there," Brass twirled his fingers at his temple, "loopy, you know what I mean? There are no injuries on him that would account for all the blood. There is something that looks like it might be a burn on his right palm, it's hard to tell unless we wash him up and I didn't want to do that until you guys got here. We pulled his clothes, sent those to DNA but the rest is still on him."

Grissom opened the folder and skimmed the report, "Vehicle?"

"Recovery will have it in the lab in a few minutes."

"I'll have Warrick and Sara take it when it gets here." Grissom stood up and picked up his case, Brass followed him out into the hall. They stopped at the trace lab where Catherine was finishing up some samples for Sara.

Grissom filled Catherine in on the new case before they went over to the interrogation room.

"His name is Brad McKenna. Have fun." Brass laughed, heading back to his office.

Grissom and Catherine went in, the officer on duty nodded to them and stepped closer to the suspect.

McKenna looked up at Catherine smiling, "Pretty. Pretty lady."

Grissom stepped between them, "Mr. McKenna we're going to take some samples from you and I just want you to relax."

"I know you." McKenna pointed at Gil, "You were nice to me."

"I'm sorry but I don't remember you."

"Everybody called me Boo," When Grissom still looked puzzled he added, "I was twelve, you said it wasn't my fault."

"Your parents." Grissom said.

"Yes! Yes!" McKenna clapped. "Ow!" he rubbed at his scalp where Catherine had plucked several hairs. "Why did you do that?"

"We just need some samples, we want to make sure you're not hurt."

"But that hurt." McKenna whimpered.

"I won't hurt you any more, I promise." Grissom popped open one of the cotton swab collectors and held it out for McKenna to touch. "See? It won't hurt a bit."

McKenna gingerly touched the swab, "Yes. Soft." He pinched the end between his fingers, "Can I have it?"

"Sure." Grissom replied, relinquishing the swab. "If you'll let me take some samples from your hands and face."

"Okay." He sat up straight holding stone still, hardly breathing as Catherine and Grissom wiped the swabs across his face, neck and shoulders.

Grissom got samples from McKenna's hands and scraped carefully under McKenna's nails.

"I was good?" McKenna asked.

"Yes." Said Grissom, "You were good."

"Can I go home now?"

"I don't think so," Grissom look at the officer who shook his head, "not yet, but soon maybe."

McKenna looked like he was going to start crying, "I'm hungry, can I have something to eat?"

Grissom patted him on the shoulder, "Sure Brad. One of the officers will bring you something to eat and drink okay?"

McKenna's voice wavered, "Okay."

Outside the room Catherine shook her head, "He's kinda creepy."

"Hmm?" Grissom asked, looking distracted.

"I said he's creepy. Did you look at his eyes?" she shivered, "Nothing in them."

"I met him eight years ago when his father murdered his mother and then committed suicide in front of him."

"Ick. Poor guy, no wonder he's not all there."

"Hmmph." Grissom headed toward the DNA lab, puzzled by his reaction Catherine followed.

Grissom stopped at the DNA lab, surprised to find Evan, not Greg, standing at the printer.

"What are you doing here?" Grissom asked.

"Greg's a no-show tonight so I stayed for a second shift."

"Anything on that blood from McKenna's shirt?"

"Not yet."

Grissom took Catherine's samples and handed them along with his to the day shift tech. "Well, I've got more for you. Page me with the results." He said brusquely.

"Hey! We got food." Warrick called from the break room as they came down the hallway.

Catharine started down the hall, then stopped when she realized he wasn't following, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Go on," Grissom replied, "I'll be there in a minute." He turned and went into his office.

She watched as he picked up the phone and dialed. When he saw her waiting, he mouthed 'Go on.' Catherine shook her head and smiled, the smell of spicy Thai drew her to the table where the rest of the team was already filling plates.

Grissom let the phone ring until the answering machine finally kicked on, "Greg this is Gil, call me as soon as you can." His voice was steady, not betraying the hint of unease he felt. Sanders was eccentric but not irresponsible enough to not call if he wasn't coming in. He put on his glasses, looked up Greg's cell phone number and called that too. Still no answer and another message he hoped the young man would soon respond to.

Grissom found his team settling down around the table to share a meal, "Has anyone seen Greg?"

"He called in sick a couple of days ago." Sara said.

"When?"

"Tuesday." She said around a mouth full of rice.

"That's more than a couple of days. Has anyone heard from him since?"

"Not me." Warrick said

"No." said Catherine

"Me neither." Replied Nick.

Grissom paged Brass, "I want an officer to do a welfare check at Greg's apartment and I want it done right now."

"What's going on Grissom?" Catherine asked.

"I don't know but I'm going to find out." He stalked out leaving them staring at his back.

Grissom met Evan at the DNA lab door, the tech thrust the paper into Gil's hands, "I've ran it four times, there's no mistake." Evan swallowed nervously, "CODIS

matched it right off. It's Greg's blood."

The paper shook in his hands, "Thanks Evan." Said Grissom. He walked back to the interrogation room. Grissom restrained himself from touching the man, his eyes flashed with rage as he slammed his fist on the table. "Where is he?" He demanded.

"Who?" McKenna looked up from the sandwich he was eating.

"Greg!"

"Greg? Yeah, I think that was his name." McKenna frowned, "You know he kept saying you'd come for him, it started getting on my nerves" He picked up the

can of soda and took a noisy drink, "so I fixed it so he couldn't say it anymore."

"Where is he?"

"I can't tell you," McKenna shook his head like a stubborn child. "I'm not done yet. No peeking until I'm done."

Brass stepped between them just as Grissom lost his self-control.

"Uniforms say his car is in its space at the apartment complex. No one is answering the door. They're getting the manager to open it now." Brass said quietly.

Grissom stepped back, clenching his hands at his sides. With a grim look he noticed the others standing in the hallway, dinner abandoned. "Let's go people."