AWhat do you have for me, Hodges? Warrick asked, striding into the lab. He had been up for a couple of hours, trying to put the pieces of this case together. He had no such luck so far.

ASo I hear that its another tourist beating? Hodges said. AMaybe youve got the wrong peo-

AWeve got em, Warrick retorted irritably. He motioned to the lab equipment, raising his eyebrows.

AVery well, Hodges said with a deep sigh. He picked up some papers and handed them to Warrick. AThe blood on the towel matches your vics, and so does the blood Catherine found in the ally, he said.

He opened his mouth to say more, but Warrick had already turned around and started to leave. He didnt like Hodges. Impressing Grissom was his main priority, even if he had to make the others look bad to do it.

Warrick walked down the hallway, glancing around to see who was there at nine in the morning and who wasnt. Greg wasnt. He frowned slightly, remembering that the lively guy was still in the hospital. Poor kid.

AWarrick!

Warrick turned around to see Catherine walking towards him. She wore simple jeans, but a fancy black top. From the make up he barely ever sees on her, he guessed that she had been somewhere. Or with someone.

AI thought it was your day off, Cath? Warrick said, frowning. AI thought it was your day to spend with Lindsay? He sympathized Catherine at times. This job was so demanding, and you couldnt say AIll take care of it later when you got a phone call. It really took a toll on her relationship with Lindsay. And his relationship with his wife.

ALindsays sick again, Catherine said with a sigh of frustration. AShes staying with my mother.

AJesus, Cath, Warrick said. AIs she going to be okay? The poor kid hadnt gotten over her dads death completely, and recently being kidnaped really wore down on her physical and mental health.

AYou know how it is, with everything shes been going through, Catherine said, motioning back the way she came. AI just figured Id come here and, she sighed heavily. ATry and get some work done.

AWell Im on my way to see Doc, Warrick said, motioning behind him. AAnd all the blood at the scene matches the vic, he added as they started to walk down to the morgue. ASaras checking out the cell phone we found in her purse, he said, holding the door open for Catherine.

AGood, she said, walking up to where their vic lay. AAl, what do you have for us? she asked, smiling as the gray-haired man turned around.

AWell first of all, she was in extremely good shape. Her biceps are considerably large, he said, holding up the womans arm.

Catherine hadnt seen that earlier. Taking a closer look, she realized that the womans arms were well structured. In fact, she was just in overall in a good, muscular shape. AMere teenagers couldnt have done this then, she said, hoping she was right.

AWell. If the teenager came from behind and hit her with something like a crowbar, I imagine that they could, Al said, then motioned to Warrick. AHelp me flip her over. After that task was done, he pointed to a spot where he had shaved the hair from her head. ABlunt force trauma to the back of the Cerebrum, and they hit her again in the Medulla oblongata, he said, pointing to a large bruise to the back of her neck. AHe hit her in the oblongata first, but since a blow like that wouldnt kill her, they hit her again in the back of the head.

AWas that the COD? Warrick asked, pointing to the wound on the back of her head.

AI was getting to that, Al said, holding up a patient finger. ABut first, well need to flip her over again.

Once on her back, the doctor held up her wrists, brushing his fingers over the abrasions to her wrists. AThese type of defensive wounds are often related to sexual assault, but she wasnt raped, he added as Catherine opened her mouth to say something.

ARough sex, Warrick asked, exchanging looks with Catherine.

ANope, he said, shrugging. ABut the killer was on top of her in order to make these abrasions.

AWhy would he do that? Warrick wondered aloud.

AYoure supposed to answer that question, not me, he said, smiling. AAnd if this helps at all, Id put her time of death somewhere around one oclock in the morning.

AThanks, Warrick and Catherine said as they walked out the door.

AWar, Cath, Brass greeted, turning around to walk with them as they headed back towards the lab. AWeve got someone who says that they saw Melissa at a bar about two blocks away from where her body was found. Theyre here now, he said.

Warrick and Catherine exchanged glances, and followed Brass to the interrogation room. A man sat there, a white tee shirt and jeans adorning his body. He had thin blonde hair, with a massive amount of gel in it. He was slightly overweight.

AMr...Rogers, Catherine said, looking at the folder Brass had given her before she had entered the room. AYou told Captain Brass that you saw Melissa Jones at a bar you work at last night? she inquired, locating a picture of Melissa in the folder. She slid it over to him so he could get another look.

After a moment of examination, he nodded his head. AYeah. She arrived around nine oclock last night. Im not sure when she left, though, he said, handing back the picture.

Catherine took back the picture and putting it back in the folder. AWas she with anyone, or did anyone talk to her? she asked. Melissa was a fairly pretty girl, it wouldnt be surprising if she had met someone at the bar or if she had been seeing someone.

He shook his head, but then stopped and nodded. AWait. Yeah. Some guy paid for her drink, but she refused it.

This jolted Catherine in the gut. Memories flooded back to her and her head suddenly began to pound. AWhat did this guy look like? she asked, rubbing her head momentarily.

AAbout six feet tall, brown hair. He had a mustache, he said, as if thinking. AYeah. Im pretty sure thats what he looked like. But thats all I have for you, Im sorry, he said, frowning. ADoes she have any family? he asked, although he seemed afraid to hear the answer.

Catherine stalled for a moment, then opened the folder and flipped through a few pages. Reaching Melissas file, she nodded slowly. AShe has a daughter that lives in Kansas, she said slowly.

Rogers sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. ADamn. Poor kid, he said sympathetically. Catherine decided not to say that the Apoor kid was actually 18 now. In Catherines book, an eighteen year old was still a kid.

AWould you be willing to describe this man to a sketch artist? Catherine asked, putting her hands on the table, leaning forward slightly.

Mr. Rogers thought about it for a moment, but then nodded slowly. ASure, but I cant do it right now. I stopped by here on my way to work, and Ive got a wife and two kids too feed, he said standing up and holding out his hand. AIt was nice meeting you, Mrs?

AWillows, she said, shaking his hand, smiling briefly. ACaptain Brass will show you out, she said, following him out of the room.

Brass was there waiting, then walked with Mr. Rogers towards the entrance. Catherine and Warrick watched them go, both of them looking reasonably unhappy.

AMaybe the rejected guy gets a little offended when she refuses his generous donation? Warrick said, stroking his chin. AWhat do you think?

AMaybe, Catherine said, following Warrick down the hallway. ABut the suspect having a crowbar almost makes me think that they were waiting for her. A dark ally isnt a good place for a lonely girl to wander, she said, entering the lab where Sara was. AWhatd you get off her phone? she asked, putting her hands on the table as Sara played with a pink cell phone.

AMelissa made two 911 calls the night she died, Sara said. AThe first one was made at 12:02 a.m. while the second was made five minutes later, she said, looking up. AShe also made a call to someone else at about six thirty earlier that night. The name I got on here is...Nicholas Beam.