The guilt list that was quickly piling up on Gil Grissom's shoulders was added on when he had to make the call to Doc Robbins to have him keep the drive-by victim out. He knew that Al had a busy schedule and he was only taking time away, but he had to see it even if it was already gone over by Warrick. Albert sounded like he understood why, Gil hoped he did. Sadly, he knew he was trying to do everything in the case, everyone else knew it too; they were just good enough to stay quiet and let him do his work. Everyone knew that Gil had an attachment to this case that was never spoken. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe then they could get it closed faster and find Sara unharmed. No one on the team knew what they would do if something horrible happened to her, well, more horrible that what had already happened.

"Sorry for being so late, Albert," Gil said quietly as he stepped into the morgue and slipped his hands into a pair of latex gloves.

"Not a problem, the dead don't go anywhere."

Gil almost grinned, but he couldn't, not at a time like this; though Doc saw that he tried and that was enough satisfaction for that comment. "So…cause of death?"

"Well, I had a plethora to choose from, but from the looks of it the girl died from blunt force trauma." Al pointed to the back of her head to a small, but noticeable, wound slightly below the spine column. "Seems like whatever hit her cracked the skull, my guess is that she lived maybe a hour or two before she died."

"Well I have a more complex question for you then, time of death?"

"Certainly an enigma of how a woman that was dead for a month got to your crime scene. I'm not sure what kind of preservative someone was using on her, I sent the blood and skin work to tox. Whatever it was, they knew what they were doing. I can't tell you much beyond that."

"Looks like she didn't have a good month," Gil said as his eyes scanned her wrists, ankles, and neck, noting each and every mark on them.

"She didn't have a good three months. I know I'm not an investigator, but it looks like she was bound by the feet and hands for an extended period of time. Marks around her neck are definitely from human hands."

Gil shuttered hoping that this was all a mere coincidence. He couldn't stand to think of the same people having Sara right at that moment. "Anything else?" He had millions of more questions burning a hole in his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to ask them at the moment. Contrary to popular believe, Gil Grissom was not an emotionless man, he just was a practical man. The subconscious line in him was dangerously close to him having a good sob in his office.

"One thing. She had vaginal bruising, time lines indicate both pre and post-mortum." Albert watched his friend's jaw drop almost to the floor. There was a blankness in Gil's eyes that he had seen too much in cadavers. He knew what was swimming in the other's head since he had the exact thought. "There was a seminal contribution so I sent that with Warrick when he left." Al's eyes wandered to the clock on the wall for a moment, "I don't know DNA, but I think the results just might be ready soon."

"Thank you, Albert," Gil nodded and snapped the gloves off as he exited in a most stunned silence."

"Ninety-five."

"I'm sorry?"

"Normally my pulse is seventy, when it gets up to ninety-five, I realize just how mad I am."

"You're too hard on yourself."

"No, I'm not mad at me. I have ten people working around the clock, there's a body in there and that guy knows where it is."

"So what's your pulse at now?"

He replayed that conversation between he and Sara has he walked to his Denali, two fingers on his wrist. He silently counted the number of beats as he eyes drifted down to his watch. By the time he climbed in the driver's seat of his car a minute had passed. "One hundred," he stated simply to himself and turned on the ignition.

By the time Gil got back to the lab he had calls from Greg, Catherine, and Nick. They were all making good headway and he was proud of that. Greg had found the payphone used to make the call to the station, printed it, and was on the way back to the lab, Catherine had gone to get the records of who owned the house Sara was taken at and received them rather quickly, and Nick had managed for the Dean to give copies of security tape and was on his way back to Archie. Grissom was already in his parking spot when his phone rang again, this time with 'Warrick cell' on the display. "Grissom."

"Where are you?"

"Lab parking lot, why?"

"Get in here fast."

Gil raised an eyebrow as he shut the cover to his phone and climbed out of the SUV. What was that about? Warrick never was that short in tone or hurried in speech, something was wrong. Grissom wasted no time getting inside the lab and to Warrick, who was waiting in his office with gloves on. His eyes ran to his desk where he saw an out of place package sitting on it. Ninety-five, one-hundred. "What is that?"

"Package. Addressed to you. Judy at the front desk signed for it while all of us were out. She caught me coming in and asked me to give it to you. She's a dull one, if you ask me. I sent her over to Brass for some questioning about the delivery."

Grissom swallowed his heart as he made his way over to the desk. "Printed?"

"Yeah, only Judy's." Warrick tossed some gloves he had handy for this specifically.

Pursing his lips, Gil put on his gloves, silently cursing the overly-sweet and naïve receptionist Judy. He carefully opened the box, not really caring at this point if it was wired for detonation at this point. He figured what would be the point in kidnapping a CSI then blowing up her colleagues before demands are made. He'd almost gotten himself blown up for Nick, so he would do the same for Sara.

The contents of the box were sparse, but made Gil cringe nonetheless. Sitting neatly inside were Sara's vest, an upside down photograph, and a flash drive. The whole thing was hauntingly familiar, perhaps that was the thing that Grissom hated the most about it all.

"Copy cat?" Warrick narrowed his vision on the vest his supervisor pulled out.

"We never released to the public that there was a flash drive sent as well," Grissom's gloved hand reached in and pulled out the small USB ported device.

By that time, Grissom had still not unfolded Sara's vest, but Warrick had. His grip tightened around it as he looked to the button most left corner. "Grissom," he said, anger leaking out of his voice cords. As his boss looked up, Warrick turned around the vest to show a sight that is never welcomed to CSI.

"…Take it to Mia and have it compared with the sample from the drive-by victim." One-hundred, one-hundred and one. His hands shook as they reached for the last piece of evidence. He took the glossy piece of paper and turned it around, tilting his head down to see above his glasses. There was Sara, seemingly sleeping like an angel, only an angel with her wrists bound and in a trunk. Grissom glared at the restrains, his grip staring to crinkle the page. If only he could rip it up and somehow have her right there; or simply rip it up and save her the embarrassment later, but he couldn't, he had to treat it like every other piece of evidence.

His attention turned to the flash drive again, wishing he could pop it right in and have it relieve itself, but he knew he had to process. He also knew it would be the longest processing of his career. Grissom lifted the box from his desk, getting ready to take it to a lab, when he saw a whole different brand of surprises: case assignments from Ecklie. How dare he. Gil knew that Ecklie had a grand grasp of the case that swing and graveyard were all on and now he tried to give them separate cases again? In the middle of this one, no less? He set down the box for a moment and picked up the stack of papers that was just below it. Gil knew that he couldn't face Ecklie with this or he just might lose his temper once more, and if that happened it would run a risk of having him taken off the case. There was a simple answer, though. "Excuse me?" Grissom caught the attention of one lab runner, whose sole job is to take paperwork and test results from point A to point B.

"Yes, Dr. Grissom?" obviously not a well known lab employee to Grissom since he tacked on the 'Doctor'.

"Could you do me a favor and run these over to Conrad Ecklie?"

"Yes sir," he took the papers from his hand and went off on his way with a strange sense of pride.

"Hey, Griss," Warrick called over to him with a piece of paper in his hand. "Mia compared the two seminal contributions on Sara's vest and the victim. Girl works wonders even with me hounding her to go faster, ya know. We got a match, it's the same guy. We're running the DNA through CODIS right now. This guy isn't that smart."

"How do you figure?" Grissom quirked an eyebrow up, thinking almost the exact opposite.

"Pretty much handing us two DNA samples like that. Doesn't seem to me like something a well-organized person would do."

"He's not stupid, Warrick, he's taunting us. He wants us to know who he is. Since he staged two crime scenes deliberately I'd say he's fairly intelligent as the criminal mind goes."

Warrick only shrugged, seeing Grissom's point but not wanting to acknowledge it. Anyone who turns to kidnapping and raping isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer in his point-of-view. "And about that…Someone has to be working with him, so we have to be looking for two suspects."

"It's crossed my mind, but for now we only have the evidence to ID one."

At that moment both of their pagers went off. Almost simultaneously the two men went to their pagers to see the display of 'Mia DNA!' scroll across each screen. Grissom and Warrick looked up at each other for a long moment before quickly getting on their way to the lab Mia called a second home.