Oooookay, chappie 4!

Oh, and I hope ya'll liked the memories chapter... I just couldn't get those out of my head, so I had to make a chapter dedicated to everyone's memories of their loved ones... I was going to have Sara be in Grissom's place, for remembering Summer though... But I thought in the end it might be better for it to be Grissom... Kinda show what his realtionship with Summer was like, and how much he loves her.

anyway, chap 4. Enjoy, and REVIEW:p

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Chapter Four: Tests and Failures

"Okay," said Greg, "ran the blood at Grissom's. All I got was two partial matches-"

"Me and Sara?" said Grissom, and Greg looked at him as if he were someone else, "It's Summer's then..."

"Um... Yeah... actually. Wait... When... How...?"

"Stop gaping, Greg, all ya gotta do is look at the girl, " said Nick, "What else did you find?"

"The blood from Ellie's, and from the knife Lindsay threw are a match, but I can't tell you who it is. The prints? The prints are a match to six other cases... In New York, Los Angeles, Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, and Albuquerque..."

"Is that six other murders?" Warrick asked, looking confused.

"No," said Greg, "One person dead in New york, two in L.A., three in Phoenix, four in Dallas, five in Denver, and six in Albuquerque... This guy goes up one person in every city. Every victim has been female, no younger than five, and all were either girlfriends, wives, or daughters of CSIs, or Detectives, all from the nightshift. Clues and riddles were left, but none of them were found in time... With... With each case, they were given 48 hours to find the first location, then another 48 for the second... Each one was killed in a different way, depending on the victim, or their families. And all the bodies were left in an area designated by the suspect, with notes at each sight... 'you failed'..."

"I really wish you hadn't said that..." said Catherine.

"Believe me, Cath," said Greg, "so do I..."

"So, the guy's got a history..." said Grissom, "Is there any other evidence that they found, that might help?"

Greg shook his head, "No... Only evidence found was the clues to where the women were. Speaking of which, that black substance? It's ground burnt wood."

"Okay, " Sara chimed in, "We're looking for somewhere with burnt wood, and Joshua trees... any thoughts?"

"Yeah," said Brass, "But none of them near here."

"It might be some place like a factory," said Nick, "Remember that drawing I found?"

"Okay, so, where does that riddle fit in?" Greg wanted to know.

"And what about the 'red fish blue fish' thing?"

All of them shrugged. No one knew.

"Maybe some of our neighbors saw something?" Sara suggested, "It doesn't hurt to check."

"At four in the morning, yes it does," said Hodges, who had remained mercifully silent until then, "I don't think anyone would be too happy if you interupted their beauty sleep."

"Shut up, Hodges," Sara retorted. But then she added, "He's right though... It'll have to wait, as much as I hate to say it..."

"Okay... Anyone going home?" Brass asked.

"No," was the reply, from everyone else.

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Not one of them left that night... They stayed in the lab, talking. When the dayshift people arrived, the Graveyard crew was just leaving to go and question their neighbors. Each took care of their own.

Brass wasn't sure if anyone around Ellie's would have seen or heard anything, but it being an apartment building, it was possible. He knocked on the door of the apartment next to Ellie's, and waited somewhat impatiently for someone to answer.

The door was answered by a boy who couldn't have been more than seventeen. "Yeah?"

"I'm Captain Jim Brass with the Vegas PD.. Your parents home?"

"No," the kid replied, "They're gone for the weekend. Left this morning. Why? Did they do something?"

"No," Brass assured him, "I just wanted to know if they'd heard anything unusual last night."

"I did," said the boy, "Heard shouting, and glass breaking, but you hear that alot here." He must've seen something in Brass's expression that worried him, "Should I have reported it?"

"I don't know if there's anything you could have done. A girl went missing from next door last night. Do you know if they've got security camera's here?"

The boy shook his head, "They don't.. My dad's one of the managers, and he's always complaining about that."

"Right... Thanks for your time.." said Brass, disappointed. He turned, and walked down the hall. "Sorry, Sir!" the boy called before shutting the door again.

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"Hey! Josh! Open up!" Greg practically shouted, knocking on his friend's door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" a slightly muffled voice said from behind the door. The said door opened, to reveal a sleepy-looking, skinny, blonde man, of average height. "Greg? Dude, it's an hour before I'm supposed to be up..." he paused and looked at his friend for a moment, "What's wrong, Man?"

"Beth... She's gone..."

"Guess ya shoulda switched sh-"

"It wasn't by choice, Josh... She was kidnapped."

"Oh..." said Josh, "erm, that explains the noise..."

"What noise?"

"Well, heard someone knockin' on the door, and Beth shoutin' at 'em to leave. After awhile, the knockin' stopped...Then I heard her shoutin' again, and I figured you were home...Didn't see nothin' though"

Greg thought about retorting to that, but decided it was better to keep his mouth shut, "Alright... Thanks man... I'll probably be back sometime." Greg trudged dejectedly down the hall. So much for that idea.

Maybe Josh would remember something later.

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"So, you're sure you didn't see anything, Jackie?" Warrick asked the young girl, as Catherine talked with her parents.

Jackie nodded, "Lindsay just came over for a few minutes and said she'd help me with my summer school assignments at around 8, after she'd had time to unwind, but she never showed up, and I didn't get an answer on the phone, or when I went and knocked on the door. I figured you and Mrs. Brown had come home early and you had taken her somewhere... I guess I should have called and told you she was gone..."

"Not your fault Jackie. She came by around 4 right? I remember her saying she'd be right back around that time."

"Well, she came back by again, to tell me about helping with my work, since she forgot to the first time...That was at around 6."

"Thanks Jackie... Catherine, you done?"

Catherine nodded, and said to Jackie's parents, "Thanks for your time, Missy, Jason."

"So, what'd you find out?" She asked, as they left the house.

"Nothing much, other than that Lindsay was last seen at around six... Jackie said she came back for a few minutes, to say that she'd help her with her school assignments at 8..."

"But she never showed up," Catherine concluded, "So, she was taken between 6 and 8... I didn't get much from Missy or Jason... They just said they had told Lindsay she could come over for dinner if she liked. I asked them if they heard anything, but they said Jackie was watching tv all evening, so they couldn't have said what was from the tv, and what was from the house..."

"Wonder if everyone else is having such bad luck," Warrick sighed.

"I hope not... "

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"Well," Nick sighed to Sofia, "That was a bust. Whoever did this, you gotta give 'em a hand for being good about not being seen."

"I wouldn't say that's a good thing, but you're right... The guy's got talent..." Sofia paused a moment, then said, "You holdin' up okay, Nick?"

"Why does everyone ask me that?" Nick asked, "Greg's girl is missing too, Warrick, Cath, Brass, Grissom, and Sara all lost their daughters."

"Yeah, I know, but you're the only one I've seen to- What?" Sofia cut herself off midsentence.

" 'What' About?" Nick asked.

"Grissom doesn't have a daughter..." said Sofia, slowly.

"You've never actually looked at Summer Sidle, have you?" Nick asked with a shrug.

"I... well, I... No..." said Sofia, "But now that you mention it..."

The conversation was interupted when Nick's cell phone rang. "Stokes." Sofia listened carefully to his replies to whoever was on the other side. "Say what?... Well yeah you should call him!... Hodges, did you even call the others?... Good, now call-... I don't give a fuck if he's going to be mad at you! ... Yell at you? IDIOT, I'll YELL AT YOU! ... WHY? Hodges, she's his DAUGHTER! THAT'S WHY! ... Just call him ... If you haven't by the time I get there, I will be forced to hurt you." Nick angrily snapped his phone shut.

"What was that about?" Sofia asked.

"Hodges being an idiot."

"Why was he being an idiot?"

"A letter came from our perp... Says the deadline has been moved to 10 pm tonight, instead of tomorrow... He thought to call everyone else, and me, but he refused to call Griss and Sara, because Griss might get mad at him..." the bitterness in Nick's voice was appearent.

"Oh..." Sofia said, "I guess we better get back to the lab then... Fast..."

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"Well, I didn't hear anything dear, but my hearing isn't what it used to be," said old Mrs. Grant, "But you might ask Mr. Morris... He was working in his garden all night, so he might've seen something... But he won't be home until this evening..."

"Thank you for you're time, Mrs. Grant, and I'll be sure to ask him..." said a disappointed Sara. She turned and walked away, as Mrs. Grant closed the door of her home. "Anything?" she asked Grissom as she saw him walking away from Mr. Morris' home.

"No..." he said, "Nobody home..."

"Let's hope Mrs. Grant was right that he was outside all night, and that he saw something..."

"Someone had to've seen something, Sara... It's highly unlikely that nobody saw him... It would be hard to go unnoticed with a scared little girl, who's never been afraid to put up a fight before this. And I doubt that he'd have any easier of a time with the others..."

"You're right, as always..." Sara sighed, "You figured that riddle out yet?"

"You mean the 'the man who invented it doesn't want it, the man who buys it doesn't need it, the man who needs it doesn't know it' ?"

"Yeah..."

"In a way... I figured out what it means, but not how it ties in with the location... I think we'll need the last piece of the puzzle, first. The 'red fish blue fish' one."

"So what was the riddle?"

"A coffin." his cell phone rang, and as he answered it, Sara realized the answer made perfect sense. She turned her attention to Grissom's conversation. "Grissom... Hodges, what do you want? ... What d'you mean changed?... Yes, I'd like to know when! ...Tonight? You're sure? ... Fine. See if you can get any prints off of it... We'll be there in a few minutes..."

"What was that all about?" Sara asked as soon as he'd hung up the phone.

"We've got a problem... It seems the deadline has been moved to ten pm tonight, not tomorrow..."

Sara almost lost her temper upon hearing this, but she kept herself calm, amazingly enough, "Then let's get back to the lab... We have to hurry..."

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Chapter 5 coming soon. until then, let me know what you're thinking about this!