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4

After what seemed like hours on his knees searching the carpet for any hint of blood, Catherine found him at the end of the hall, "Don't tell me you never went home."

"Okay," he wouldn't tell her, but he wouldn't lie and say he had either. "I just got started in here. I haven't even gotten to the other rooms yet."

Almost scolding him like a child, "You know you lose your edge after 16 hours. You're into your third shift. I mean I'm all for overtime, but this is just plain greedy."

Agreeing with her, "My knees can't take this anymore."

"Have you eaten anything?"

Perking up, "What'd you bring?"

"Let's see what's in the fridge."

As she walked away, he yelled after her, "We have to replace that, ya know." Knowing that she didn't care in the least he stood on aching knees and followed her to the kitchen.

Once he was seated at the patio table and had some food in his stomach, he silently thanked Catherine for, once again, coming to his rescue. Despite their differences, she was probably his best female friend. He always knew that he could count on her to come through for him.

Like so many times before, she interrupted his thoughts, "Feel better?" He gave her a knowing look and she continued, "Well, now that we've fed you, we should probably talk about a shower. I mean at your place. You need to go home."

His brain told him she was right, but his heart was forcing him to stay, "Soon as we find some evidence, I promise."

"With fresh eyes you won't miss it."

"Just talk it through with me, will you? What do we know?"

Knowing she wasn't going to win this one, she gave in. "All right. The bathroom is where things got started. Candles, oils, steam shower." She continued while he licked peanut butter off his fingers that he was scraping from, the jar. "Cleaned up, oiled up, sexed up."

"Let's go back to the bedroom."

Together they tossed back one sheet at a time. When they found nothing, he stated the obvious, "Well, nothing on this sheet."

"She changed her sheets for her date. I would."

Then after the last sheet was removed he spied a red scarf tied to the side of the mattress. Pulling it out from between it and the box spring, "Hey, Cath, got silk?"

Mimicking his movement, "Why, yes I do." After tossing the sheets out of the way she motioned to the footboard, "I don't mean to embarrass you, but, um, some guys need leverage."

"They do?"

"I'll dust for prints."

Thankfully, his phone rang and he pushed that thought from his mind. "Grissom."

"It's Warrick. I have something for you. I found a butterfly link with some white fibers on it."

"Butterfly? Where?"

"In the vacuum bag. You check all the rooms?"

"Let me look, again."

"All right."

He wandered into the only room with a white carpet and walked to the butterfly display Debbie Marlin had. After opening the jewelry box he found a collection of butterfly bracelets.

Catherine joined him with her newly gathered evidence, "Toe print. I'll have Sara compare it against both victims."

"Good. Warrick found a butterfly charm in the vacuum bag. I think I found a piece from the same chain in this box."

"Butterfly, huh?"

Scanning his flashlight over the shelves, "She had a collection."

"Gifts from her gentleman callers?"

"Maybe the killer was taking his gift back, as in leave no trace. Maybe he finally ran out of patience and got sloppy." Still running his flashlight over the collection, his eyes moved to the bottom shelf where he spotted a hair that he picked up with tweezers. Smugly he said, "And this is why I didn't leave."