A/N: Ok, I'm almost 2 months late, but school and life got in the way again. Thanks to all who are staying and reviewing. My love goes out to you! And to Nick, my beta and best friend! I know this is a sort of short chappie, but I promise to make the next one longer. Enjoy!

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Brass walked over to the couple, who were getting their equipment, "Cath, Gil."

"So, what's on the menu tonight?"

They followed the detective into the restaurant's back door. "Malyssa Bricks, 16, her mother found her."

Catherine breathed, "Jesus.'

The group walked into the Woman's Bathroom to find a girl with long black hair framing her face. "Overdoes?" Gil crouched by the girl who could have been beautiful while she had been alive, yet the vomit that was on her face clouded that vision.

"Yeah, Aspirin."

Catherine made a sad sort of noise as she pulled out the girl's wallet from her purse, along with a bottle of medication. "She was very beautiful for only, again, 16." Sky blue eyes looked over the young girl's I.D. "Oh man," she peered at the label on the bottle, "filled today with only three left, that's strange usually they take'em all." She gestured a little bit, "Less of a chance."

Gil cocked his head and pulled up the sleeve on the girl's arm. "There are bruises from somebody holding this girl. You can see where his nail bit into the skin." He looked at the other arm and found similar bruising. "This girl put up a fight against someone."

"Good girl."

Brass nodded and turned to take something from the cop behind him. "Oh boy, you guys are gonna love this." He held up a crumpled piece of paper with the writing, Out of Order. "That explains how she had enough time to OD."

"Why didn't the mother come in after her?" Catherine took a picture of the bottle and leaned against the sink, "If my daughter was in the bathroom longer than five minutes, I would be in that bathroom so quick, it wouldn't even be funny."

"Yeah well, not if you were late by a little over 45 minutes, which the mother was. They were meeting were dinner at 9:15, didn't show till sometime after ten." He looked at his notes. "She asked the waiter where her daughter was and he told her that she had gone to the restroom sometime before that and hadn't seen her since. The mother waited," he threw a look at Catherine, "five minutes, then came in." He held up the sign. "This wasn't on the door."

"Mother . . ." Both Catherine and Brass glanced at Gil who pulled a folded piece of paper out of the girl's breast pocket. He unfolded it carefully, but everyone knew what it contained. A capital 'C' was written on it and on the back was a poem.

"Something fell out of it Grissom."

At Catherine's statement, the CSI looked down and saw two squares with the letters 'y' and 'G' written on them. "Is he trying to communicate with us?" Catherine wondered out loud.

Gil turned his eyes to lifeless teen. "I think I'm getting it loud and clear."

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A mug went crashing out into the hallway, causing people to jump and turn to their supervisor's office, where the cup was issued from.

Catherine sighed, "I'll talk to him."

All the CSI's nodded and agreed that she should.

Nick looked at the four people who were with him, "Have you noticed them spending more time with each other?"

"Yeah, how could we not?" Piped up Greg who was waiting for a result to print up. "I mean it's kinda hard especially when Kaylenn's been telling you that Catherine has been over at Gris' house like every other day since she came here."

The group fell silent then one word was issued. "Oops . . ."

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Catherine entered the dark office. Her eyes adjusted to what light was thrown from the terrariums and saw that he was sitting with his head in his hands on the couch. "I'm still trying to figure out this stain."

She gasped, he had startled her; she had not known that he had known she was in the room with him. "You might want to go home Gil."

"I can't," he rose quickly and crossed to his desk where she saw him stare blankly at the papers that strewn over the surface. "This case is driving me crazy, I think." He rubbed his eyes then ran a hand through his hair, wincing as his fingers caught in the curls. "I'm sleeping for once, but I'm always tired. I can't concentrate. I can't even think."

"Take some vacation time, take Kaylenn somewhere, go visit your mom."

He raised an eyebrow, "No, not until we solve this."

The room fell silent. Catherine studied the fish board, 'the ones that got away', she sighed, he never let go. Catherine turned to her supervisor and saw that his eyes were staring intently at something on his desk.

"Two."

"What?"

He looked at her and smiled, quite maniacal. "He's always killed two."

Suddenly it dawned on her. "You're right. All the times that he has killed, it's been in pairs. Why didn't he do it this time?" Her eyebrows rose, "Unless we haven't found her yet."

"Well, if we haven't found anybody yet," he looked at his watch and sighed. "Shift's almost over, we need to have a meeting . . . Again."

Catherine decided it was better not to mention his sudden change in topic. "You okay now? Not gonna throw any more cups around?"

Gil shot her a look that plainly said 'mind your own damn business, Cath'. She laughed and started toward the lounge with him following her.

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"Alright, Hodges and Bobby D. found motor oil on all of the bullets."

Sara picked up Nick's thought, "And since there have been different bullets used at every crime, I think it's safe to say that they guy works with cars."

Gil nodded slowly, then turned his attention to Warrick. "The robe from the first case also had the same traces of oil, except, there was also grease," he leaned backed, "so theory adds up."

"Good," Gil looked over at Greg, "Greg, what about tonight's case."

"Um, the meds checked out, they're aspirin." He eyes shifted down to his notes. "Though the girl had blood alcohol of about .03, so that probably helped the OD."

"She's 16."

Greg shrugged, "She could've scored from anybody before she came to dinner."

"Okay, in the morning, Nick," Gil pointed to younger man, "you and Warrick see if any of her friends know where Malyssa 'scores'. Cath?"

"The lyrics are to a song called 'Pretty Penny'," she pointed to Sara, "by Stone Temple Pilots, which she helped me on."

Gil nodded slowly, "I'm familiar with them." Sara arched an eyebrow in his direction, he quickly added, "Kaylenn loves them." Everybody traded smirks.

"Anyways, Robbins found that Malyssa was almost two months pregnant, which corresponds to the first verse." Catherine lifted the paper with the lyrics on it, "'Have you seen your mother girl? / Has she gone away? / Gone away and found the pearl / But the price she paid / Gone / When you wake in the morning / Gone / When you find that there's no one sleeping / Gone / Pretty penny was her name / She was loved and we all will miss her.'"

"Nick, Warrick, also ask her friends if she or they knew she was pregnant and if so, why she was drinking." They nodded toward Grissom. "Anything in the song that could point to another victim?"

"Well, the last verse." The team turned toward Sara. She reached over and Catherine handed her the paper, "Have you lost your sister girl? / She's all but blown away / Blown away and lost the pearl / And the price she paid."

"Sounds like a shooting," Nick commented.

Suddenly, all of their pagers went off. Curses filled the air when they read the screens. "Alright, Warrick and Sara you're catching this one, get out there now. Everybody else, we got other cases to work on."

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So the answer gets harder, harder
And the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin' and churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly

'Seven Caged Tigers' by Stone Temple Pilots

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A/N: Next shap will be up before X-mas,I do know that. I hope you guys enjoyed.