And with that Grissom and Catherine drove to the parking lot of the Dew Drop Inn, where they always found their victims. The silence in the car was stifling. When Grissom and Catherine got to the crime scene, they were met with a similar scene. In the parking lot of the Dew Drop Inn parking lot was a young woman sitting in an ambulance. She was talking to Brass and looked like she was dazed and crying. Grissom and Catherine exited their vehicle and walked over and just had to look into Brass's eyes to see that it was the same kind of scene. They didn't need to say anything. They just started processing the scene.

"What is with you and Sara?" Grissom asked midway through the processing.

"Um.., Sara and I were going to have a night out together. We were going to have a girl's night out to try to regain our friendship. But she bailed out on me. Never came. If she isn't going to make the effort, then neither am I. It won't affect the way I work with her if that's what you're asking."

"As long as it doesn't affect anything, I guess I can't do or say anything."

And silence accompanied them once again as they investigated the rest of the scene.

Once Catherine finished her half of the all two familiar crime scene, she came to the victim.

"Jamie Martinez, 35, was at the bar when she passed out. Woke up in her car," Brass said, motioning to the crying woman on the ambulance. "Doesn't remember anything, like the others. Her blood tests will probably show Rohypnol, like the others." And with this, he sighed and stated, "I just hope we find him soon. I don't know how long this guy will stay with this signature and not turn to a more deadly signature." And he walked to the arriving officer to ask what he saw.

Catherine, however, spoke to Jamie. "Ms. Martinez, I'm Catherine Willows, from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I want to ask you a few questions, is that all right?" She was answered with a nod. "Can you tell me anything you remember from last night.

Jamie gulped, and straitened herself, and finally said, "I was at the bar after my shift. I mean, it was a long shift. And I know that a woman shouldn't go into a bar alone, but no one would join me, and I really didn't want to go home to my empty house. I mean, who wants to be alone. After a few drinks, I paid, and I left. I don't really remember what time that was, like, probably around 7:30. I don't remember anything after that. I'm sorry." By the end of her explanation, her head was hung, eyes giving way to tears, and her voice wavered as she choked on her words. Catherine pitied the woman. She wished she could comfort her, but she could think of no good words for the situation. So Catherine walked away, internally berating herself for her inadequate amount of tact. She walked back to Grissom, who had just picked up an item up of the ground. Upon better inspection she saw that it was a cell phone with an ornamental string on the antenna. They looked at each other and walked over to Jamie.

"Ms. Martinez, is this your cell phone?"

"No, this is my cell phone," she said as she took a cell phone out of her purse.

As Catherine and Grissom walked to the truck, Grissom and Catherine were thinking the same thing. That cell phone wasn't there when they investigated the parking lot before.

On their ride back to the lab, Catherine and Grissom had an enjoyable conversation, but in the end, it became one of Catherine's ranting monologues that Grissom had become accustomed to hearing. But this one was different. It was about Sara and her not going to her and Catherine's ladies' night out. He wanted to strike out and defend her, but he knew that if he did, he wouldn't hear the end of it. So he nodded once in a while, and focused his thoughts on the road, the case, anything but Catherine's tirade.

Upon arrival to the lab after what seemed like an eternity, Grissom almost ran into the back of the lab just to be away from her. But as he ran, he heard on the PA, "May Dr. Grissom and Ms. Willows please come to interrogation room one. May Dr. Grissom and Ms. Willows please come to interrogation room one. Thank you." Grissom reluctantly stalked back to Catherine, who was waiting with an intrigued face, and from there they went off to interrogation room one.

On their way to their destination they were intercepted by Brass. "Hey, we've got the guy!"

"How'd you find him?" Catherine exclaimed.

"Didn't have to. He came to us. Seems like he's telling the truth."

When they got in the interrogation room, the man in front of them looked haggard and disheveled. When they entered the room, he stood up, and it was apparent that he had been crying. They didn't even have to say anything before he said,

"I did it. All five of them. It was me. I'm so sorry. I feel so bad about it. I'll take my punishment. I'll tell you everything."

"O.K.," Grissom said, "just talk."

"Well, I work at the Dew Drop Inn; my shift ends at 7:25. I worked there for three years, flirting, serving up drinks, trying to pick up the girls that walk in alone. But I never got one. Not one. But then, I got together with a couple of buddies that work in other bars, and they gave me this stuff. Roofies or something. They make people not fight back when you, well, do things that would usually cause someone to fight back. I do feel bad. I really do.

"The first one was a girl with brown hair, blue eyes, drank Gin and Tonic. She was really short though. And then there was a girl, blond hair, blue eyes, a lot stockier than she looked. She was drowning beers like there was no tomorrow. The next was a black woman, very pretty, very tall. Martinis were her thing. She looked so sad though. All alone, like there was no one on earth there for her.

"Then there was a brunette. Brown eyes. Long legs. Drank Bourbon and Ginger Ale. But she wasn't affected by the roofies like the others. So I gave her more than the others did. She was awake throughout the whole, um, ordeal. She passed out afterwards. But I wasn't the first to hurt her. She had so many scars it was scary.

"Lastly, there was that blond with brown eyes. She went out to smoke, and, well, I got her. But her scent, her smoky, tobacco scent made me throw up. After that, I vowed to turn myself in and never hurt anyone again. I know it was horrible, I know. I was just so tired of being turned down. I know it was illegal, I know, but I did it anyway. And I'll take the punishment."

At this point Grissom was just a little more than confused. "You said that there were five girls: the short brunette, the stocky blond, the black woman, the smoker blond, and another brunette. We found all of them, except for the last brunette. What did you do with her?"

"Well, the brunette wasn't the last; she was second to last. But I can describe her. She was pretty tall, looked like she hadn't slept in weeks, and, well, she wasn't mean like some of the others. She turned me down very nicely. But she was so beautiful. But her body! Yikes! I mean, I have never seen such a large group of scares in one place. It was scary. And some of those scars looked painful. And she had these big, brown eyes that just looked so ready to fight back. I guess I gave her too much. I was worried that she may have, like, overdosed on them or something. But her car wasn't there the next night."

"When did you do this?" Catherine asked.

"Uh, three nights ago, I think. Yeah, something like that."

"And you always worked at the Dew Drop Inn?"

"Never went anywhere different."

"Thank you," Catherine and Grissom said simultaneously.

When they exited the interrogation room, Catherine turned to Grissom and asked,

"Well, what do you think. Was he telling the truth?"

"I think he was. But we have a problem."

"What's that?"

"Usually we're looking for the person that committed a crime. Now, we're looking for the victim."