Catherine and Warrick went straight to Grissom's office with Greg when they got back to the lab. Greg hovered behind the others as they settled in to the seats in front of Grissom's desk. He took off his glasses and folded his arms.
"So where are we on Michelle?"
Catherine started to fill him in.
"The third blood donor on Michelle's shirt was actually John O'Connor, the guy that found her on the strip. He grazed his hand when he caught her from falling to the ground."
"And what about the DNA results? They came back to Mark Boreman, didn't they?"
Catherine glanced at Warrick.
"Actually, no they didn't. In fact, Greg found us a potential suspect. Mark's brother, Elijah. He owns an amateur film company here in Vegas called 'Avenge Me', which just happens to be Michelle's last words. O'Riley's checked him out and he's got a rap sheet. He was arrested for drug's possession twice and not your normal ones either. Beyond a bit of crack, he also had twilight sleep. You know, what dentists used to use before the injections got brought in."
Grissom tapped his glasses against his pursed lips, a deep frown on his face.
Warrick cleared his throat.
"Grissom, we all know how much you wanted to nail Mark but I really don't think he did it."
Grissom looked up at them and nodded slowly.
"Buddha said 'In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities, in the expert's mind there are few'. I was too focused on Mark Boreman. So, if we're eliminating him for the moment then we should make a visit to his brother's studio."
Catherine jumped up with a grin aimed at Greg.
"Good. I always thought I'd be great in the movies. And every good star needs a sidekick."
Greg grinned back at her, following Catherine and Grissom out of the office.
Pulling up outside the rundown warehouse, Greg climbed out of the Tahoe with a look of apprehension.
"This place looks… erm, looks nice."
Grissom and Catherine shared a look as O'Riley pulled up behind them, clambering out with a uniformed officer. He waved the warrant at them and sidled up to the huge door. Above it hung a tacky neon sign advertising the studio that Greg shook his head at.
"I thought it would be slightly more glamorous than this."
Catherine rolled her eyes.
"Please, Greg, this is Vegas not Hollywood."
He shrugged and followed the gang to the door, on which O'Riley was banging. Eventually, it opened a crack and a haggard face poked through.
"Yeah, what?"
O'Riley wedged his foot in the doorway.
"Are you Elijah Boreman?"
"No."
"No? So who are you?"
The man shrugged, his beady eyes roaming the others in front of the warehouse.
"I'm Karl Davies, Elijah's assistant. Who are you?"
"I'm Detective O'Riley, this is Officer James and Criminalists Grissom, Willows and Sanders. We have a warrant to search the premises."
He thrust the warrant through the door and barged his way in with the others following. Greg let out a low whistle.
"This is more like it."
As Karl moved to the side to look at the warrant while being watched over by the officer, the others got to see the full extent of the warehouse. High tech film cameras, lavish sets, offices and racks and racks of costumes filled the place. O'Riley turned to Karl.
"Where's Elijah Boreman?"
Karl shrugged and perched on the edge of a long table full of swords, armour and plastic, bloody heads on pikes.
"How am I supposed to know? He's the boss, he can do whatever he wants."
Catherine arched an eyebrow before wandering off to admire the many costumes. Greg trailed her, picking out a tiny gold bikini which he held up to Catherine. She grinned as she looked at and shook her head.
"Maybe a good few years ago, Greg."
He smiled and hung it back up, rifling through the selection.
"You know Cath, some of this stuff is pretty cool in a retro kinda way."
She glanced at some of the clothes he was looking at and did a double-take.
"Wait, Greg stop!"
Snapping on the latex gloves, she gently pulled the multi-coloured coat towards her.
"This matches the fibres we found in Michelle's hair."
Catherine turned to look at Grissom but he was focused on Karl.
"Do you know Michelle Winters?"
Arms folded and staring at the ground, Karl shook his head and Grissom took a step closer to him.
"Well, you must know the name. You flinched when Catherine said it and you can't even look me in the eye."
Catherine stood next to Grissom and thrust the coat in Karl's face.
"Could that be anything to do with the fact that there's blood all over this coat? I'm gonna bet that it's Michelle's blood."
Karl looked up at them and immediately looked away again.
"The coat, all this stuff, it's Elijah's. I just work here."
"Gris, Cath, you need to come look at this."
They turned. Greg was stood in a half open doorway to a closed-off set, his face grim. O'Riley started marching towards him. Suddenly, the door burst open, sending Greg flying in to a table of props. A skinny, well-dressed man ran out and round the corner. O'Riley and the young officer started chasing him, guns drawn, while Catherine rushed to Greg who was lying on the ground unconscious.
The man managed to dodge both cops and burst out of a back door to the warehouse. By the time, O'Riley made it out to the back alley, he just heard the echoing of screeching tires and a pair of brake lights disappearing in to the night.
Returning to the warehouse, he marched straight over to where Karl was cowering.
"I thought you didn't know where Boreman was. Looks to me like he just evaded arrest and attacked an officer, and that you were trying to hide him."
Greg groaned as he sat up to be greeted from Catherine's sympathetic smile.
"Did anyone get the number of that truck?"
Catherine grinned at him while Grissom turned on Karl.
"O'Riley, take him away. We'll talk to him later."
Catherine grabbed a towel off the table and dabbed the gash on Greg's forehead.
"That's gonna leave a nasty bump."
Greg pointed towards the door that Elijah Boreman had just burst through.
"And that room might leave a nasty taste in your mouth."
Catherine followed Grissom in to a large set. A gurney was set up in the centre, surrounded by numerous medical instruments like scalpels and drills. Over the gurney lay a bloody sheet, surrounded by tissues and discarded surgical gowns.
The pair split, going round either side of the operating table. Grissom examined the camera by the side of the gurney and raised an eyebrow.
"There's film in this."
Greg wandered on to the set, still dabbing the wound on his head. He shrugged as he watched the others looking around.
"It is a set, guys. It's probably just movie blood."
Grissom glanced up at him and nodded to the kit on the floor.
"Movie blood isn't that kind of colour. Real blood can actually end up looking pretty fake on film. Better check it out though."
Greg knelt down and took out a cotton swab with which he took a sample of the blood. He dabbed it on to the detector and it came up with two stripes. Greg shook his head.
"It's human."
Grissom nodded and picked up three rolls of duct tape dangling on a piece of string.
"We need to check that against the residue on Michelle's wrist."
"Er, Gil. That's not all."
Catherine clenched her jaw as she raised a long, silver implement. It had a curved handle on either side of the slender spike that narrowed in to a thick needle. The phenolphthalein revealed that it was positive for blood. Catherine felt her stomach lurch.
"Doc Robbins said that someone tried to lobotomise Michelle with some kind of needle. This is positive for blood, Gil. This is what he used."
She dropped the tool in to a plastic evidence bag and sighed heavily.
"We need to check out that film."