Grissom was lying in bed, reaching for a bottle of Excedrin on the night table when his cel phone rang. "Grissom."

"It's Brass," the voice on the other end of the line sounded worried.

"What is it, Jim?"

"Darren White's escaped."

"Shit," Grissom swore softly. "Alright, call Catherine, it's her case. I'll meet her out at High Desert State Prison and we can process the scene." All pain was forgotten in the rush of adrenaline. "Jim, how bad is it?"

"Bad. We got two guards bleeding like stuck pigs and one dead body so far."

"I'll be there as soon as I can," he hung up the phone, and then had to lean against the wall as another wave of dizziness overtook him. He momentarily felt nauseous, but it was over quickly, and he got down the stairs after locking up his townhouse and, as he drove the Tahoe out to the prison, he reviewed what he knew about the Darren White case.

Darren White is a 28-year-old murderer. He raped and killed five women. He would kidnap them and hold them in a locale of his choosing for a few days. Over the course of the few days, they would be raped repeatedly. Then on day four, he would cut his victim's throat and dump her body out by a highway.

The more Grissom thought about it, the less he liked the situation, but he wasn't too concerned for the police or any members of his team, except for Sara. Darren White preferred brunettes, and as a serial, had to have his victims his way.

The problem with doing something for long enough that it becomes familiar is that you start to overlook certain details about the situation. Grissom had made the drive out to High Desert State Prison often enough that he could do it without really paying attention to the road and he could think about any pertinent cases as he drove. The problem was that any changes in his condition would also be ignored, thus Grissom failed to notice the double vision that he had been experiencing for the past ten minutes.

He pulled into the parking lot at High Desert State Prison, grabbed his kit, and checked his gun in. He heard Catherine's voice behind him. "Gil, wait up." He stood back and allowed Catherine to catch up with him after checking in her gun. They walked together down to cell block E. After a few minutes, Catherine decided to break the silence that had been pervading the air since she got there. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to take the evening off."

"Jim called and let me know about White's escape. Besides, I was sitting at home bored out of my mind, so I thought I'd come here and help you out. I may be the supervisor, but you're still the lead on this." At his last comment, Catherine threw him a grateful smile. They entered the cell block together, and moved into White's cell. He had no cellmate, for an unknown reason which seemed unimportant now. The room was as clean as it could be, except for a plastic bag taped to the underside of the bed which contained several documents and a worn spot on the corner of the bed nearest the wall and away from the door.

Catherine was the first to break the silence, examining the shiny, worn spot on the corner of the bed. "Looks like he made a shiv, and used it in his escape."

Grissom was silent for a long while, then he handed Catherine the documents he was looking at. "I think we have a larger problem. These point to a plan to take a trip east." Catherine looked at the document package and saw that he was right. She noticed a selection of maps of New Jersey, New York, and Pennsylvania. Also there was a name scrawled in the upper left-hand corner of the New York map: 'Carly Forlano.' There was also a few letters from a John Stevens with a Las Vegas return address. Catherine bagged the letters and took them back to the lab for handwriting analysis and processing. Grissom gave the name to Brass to run a check on, gave the maps to Archie for analysis, and then went back to his office to lie down on the couch. A few minutes later, he received a page from Catherine to meet her in the layout room. He arrived just as Archie and Brass did. Grissom listened as all the evidence was laid out before him. Brass revealed that Carly Forlano was a CEO of a cosmetics company with headquarters in New York City known as Sonyo Cosmetics, who was in the news for having had a heart transplant about six months previously. Archie revealed that the maps came from Mapquest, and were thus public domain. He couldn't offer any other information. Catherine revealed the largest single piece of information: John Stevens was in the system because of a cancelled non-gambler's work card. His former employer? Sam Braun. Grissom pinched the bridge of his nose and sent Brass and Catherine to talk to Braun while he started to put together a package to send to Detective Mac Taylor in New York.