A/N: After almost four months of writers block on this story, I 've reached the point where I can get moving again, and more quicker than I thought. So here it is.

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6:32 am

4 hours and counting.

That's how long the computer had been searched for churches and the last known address of the deceased Vanessa Sharp combined. That's how long since he had a break, and that's how long he hadn't spoken to Sara. More so to do with where the case was going, but they had been in the same room for the last half an hour and not a word was spoken. The tension in the room was starting to strangle him, and he had no idea what caused this in the first place.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" he finally asked, determined to put the wedge that had been driven between them back on the tree where it had come from.

"Sure"

6:46am

"Wanna run the case over again to see if we're missing anything?" Sara asked reaching into a bag of cheesies and slid closer to Greg, whose hand unconsciously slid to her leg, resting comfortably.

"There's not much to go over but sure" with his free hand he flipped the case file open

"Vanessa Sharp, just turned 18, seems she was maybe in an orphanage or something before finding her. Art Ringwood, lawyer, married has two kids, a son and daughter, son attending Yale, daughter Harvard"

"Those don't come cheap"

"Both were placed in a praying position, laying down, throats cut right to left suggesting the person was left handed, the bead we found doesn't belong to the one Vanessa had, and RCC stands for…. Royal Catholic Church and the roach you ran into came back unknown" the printer had beeped out a result seconds before they had left the room, it wasn't more than a few city blocks from where those sat now.

"We could go to the church, or visit the wife it is nearing seven in the morning, they have to be up by now"

"Not all people are like us"

"Should we go together or split up?" she asked ignoring his reply

"I'll take the wife, church's creep me out" he shivered and stood

"Now who gets Brass and who gets Vartan?"

"I want Brass, I think Vartan has a crush on me"

"Alrighty" he closed the case file and popped a final cheesie into mouth before walking out the door.

7:35am

"Mrs. Ringwood, this may not be the best time but I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions"

"Yes, yes of course do come in, would you two like anything to drink?"

"No thank you" Vartan answered, Greg shook his head

"I guess we could take this into the parlor" the woman had a parlous?

"Ma'am, what time did your husband leave last night?" Vartan seated himself beside the young CSI on a couch that had looked like it never been touched.

"He never came home, phoned me from the car said he was helping some girl out, get a hotel room, she was down on her luck, something had happened at the firm and she didn't have a job. That was Art though, always helping those in need"

"And what time was the phone call?"

"I would have to say shortly before 6:30, we always eat at 6:30, and it was shortly before that"

"Did your husband specify what the uproar at the office had been?" Greg asked

"Oh yes, he always does, never a secret between us" Greg found that very hard to believe, he had after all been caught with another woman not ten feet away.

"The young woman had come looking for the secretary job, that a fellow associate had been looking for, he knew her and refused to give her the job, even called security on her"

"Your husband wouldn't have mentioned the name of the young woman or lawyer who threw her out would he or how she was known?" Vartan asked this time

"No I'm afraid he didn't" she paused, looking down and suddenly back up, like a drone "but he didn't have to for the fellow lawyer, it was Bill, Bill Luckinbill, I play tennis with his wife every Tuesday and Thursday" Vartan was busy writing down the name when Greg asked the next question

"This may be a little personal but is your husband a religious man?"

"He went the odd time, to make it look good, but other than that no, why do you ask?"

"Just trying to see if the two victims are connected" Vartan supplied there was a bit of truth to that. It could help lead them to the killer.

"There was another person?"

"You didn't know?"

"No I didn't, don't tell me it was that poor girl he was helping" she seemed just a bit too over dramatic.

"I'm afraid it was ma'am" the woman looked heart broken but quickly covered, making Greg wonder if he ever saw it in the first place.

Meanwhile across town at the exactly same time

Sara understood why Greg didn't like churches, they were big, loud and creepy and the walls seemed to close in on her. If only the walls could talk. Stepping into the church transformed her back in time, to when tall walls, and arches were the in thing for churches. Unless you were there from the start, you really had no idea what had transpired in the church, who was buried beneath the floorboards, how many illegal deals went on behind the father's back. It was just mind-boggling.

"You look a little lost" a sister, dressed to the nines in her outfit of black and white

"Maybe you can help me, I'm Sara Sidle from the Las Vegas Crime Lab, has this woman ever been here?" she pulled out the only picture they had of Vanessa Sharp, her autopsy photo. The colour drained from the older woman's face, crossing herself and saying something Sara couldn't quite make out.

"Sit down I may?" the older woman asked apolitically, Sara couldn't help but nod, the woman looked as pale as a ghost.

"Secrets of many, do I keep"

"Sister we're on the same side, all I want is make the guilty pay for his sins"

"Enough punishment is guilt yes?"

"Unless the city sees retribution for crimes, it's not considered justice"

"Consider justice as?"

"It's not about what I think, its what the evidence says"

"As do I" she held her rosary beads in her hand, the cross only visible in her clenched hands.

"If you could just tell me anything you know about Vanessa"

"Maria was a good girl" Sara opened her mouth to correct her but the elderly woman continued "Church every Wednesday and Sunday, even a teacher when she was old enough. It was a shock when she confided in me that she was pregnant, out of wedlock, a thing that is frowned upon in my line of duty to the Saviour. It had been going on for some time, her step father would come in late at night, while the mother was a work and well.." Sara nodded understanding, the step father had molested her "the church, is against abortion, and it was decided that she would give it up for adoption when the time came, she wasn't ready to be a mother, and the baby deserved a chance, much more than she give it, her clothes got bigger as the time progressed naturally. I helped in every way I could, when the time came she found out she was having twins she was saddened not overjoyed and she got bigger than normal, her mother found out accused her of spreading her legs, and kicked her out. She had no where to go, and I let her stay in the churches basement until it was time. The babies would be raised in the church's orphanage until a family came along wanting both, one of them got adopted much to my dismay, and it wasn't Vanessa" the door closing echoed through the walls, causing Sara to glance in the direction of the disturbance. From the looks of it, the couple that came in were in some need of some counseling. "We did the best we could, and when she turned eighteen we told her about her sister, and who her parents were. Their poor mother didn't make it out of child birth, after everything she had done, she got rewarded with the best possible thing, she got to make her maker. It wasn't much but I gave her a hundred dollars to help her until she found a job, had something set up at a local law firm if I do remember it correctly"

"Did she mention any names from the law firm?" Sara uncrossed one leg, and crossed it over the other.

"No"

"Who were her parents?"

"Maria Gracey, and Theodore Steadman"

"You run the orphanage?"

"The past twenty years yes, along with many other duties" she older woman smiled, wrinkles etched her face. A rare thing to see in Vegas, a woman aging gracefully.

"You revealed she was a twin, could I have her name?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Teresa Goldpine, nice family that adopted her"

"I think that's it, if I have anymore questions"

"You know where to find me" the sister stood smiled and walked over to the couple who were had come in moments before.

Waiting until she was outside to make her phone call, she dialed a number that had becoming more and more familiar in the past few months.

"Sanders"

"It's me, not to much to report except that our vic was a twin, and she had an appointment set up for a local law firm"

"The wife claimed the husband phoned her from his car phone about six-thirty saying he was helping out some woman who was down on her luck, and told her about a an argument that took place between our female vic, and the lawyer, security was even called"

"We need to find out just exactly why they fought"