He remembered the most out of everyone. He was the one who first saw them and their guns when they entered the casino. He was one who shouted, "Everyone down!" He was also the one who wasted a few seconds looking around for Sara anxiously. Just as he set his eyes on her, a sharp pain coursed through his leg and he crumpled. Throughout all of the shooting, blood spattering, and screaming, he only kept his eyes on her. As he tried to put pressure on his wound, all he could think about was how horrible it would be if he never got to see Sara again.

Earlier that Day

Grissom watched the young CSI closely. He wasn't really a young CSI anymore; he had been a CSI for over three years now, but he was still the youngest of the group, so Grissom paid him extra attention sometimes. Greg was collecting a few shards of broken glass with blood on them that could be the break in the case they needed. If they could find the person who the blood belonged to, they'd either have one or possibly both of the robbers or a witness.

When Grissom had completely avoided Catherine's question, just as she had suspected he would, she simply shook her head and started in the direction of Warrick and Sara who were collecting footprints from dust particles in the carpet by using electrostatic current.

"Hey you two," Catherine said hopeful as she walked up to them, "You got anything?"

"Well," Sara replied, "we've collected four different sets of prints coming out of the jewelry store. Two could be our robbers."

"One set of prints," Warrick continued, "seems to be a woman's size nine sneaker, and the other three men's shoes: one a size eleven work boot, another size eleven, but most likely a sneaker, and the last a size ten work boot. Our guess is that either the woman's size nine sneaker and the men's size eleven sneaker were the robbers, or the men's size eleven and ten work boots were the robbers."

"We think," Sara interjected, "that the robbers would have most likely worn the exact same outfit in this situation in order to not be able to determine one from the other."

"Yeah," Catherine nodded, "no distinguishing features equals harder identification of the perps."

Sara and Warrick nodded sadly.

"Well, I guess I won't be making Lindsay's piano recital tomorrow night," Catherine said glumly.

"Oh yeah," Warrick recounted, "I forgot Lindsay had started piano."

"Yeah," Catherine laughed, "I told her that you could play exceptionally well and now she wants you to come over sometime and "jam" with her."

"Hey, I'd like that," Warrick smiled at Catherine as he said it.

"Me too," Catherine blurted out before she realized what she was saying.

"So it seems we're at a bit of dead end then with the footprints," exclaimed Grissom as everyone turned around to look at him, not knowing how long he had been there.

"I guess so Griss," Warrick sighed.

"Okay Warrick, why don't you go take a look at the security tapes from the last twenty-four hours and pinpoint exactly how many robbers there were. From the footprints and the majority of witness reports, it looks like two, but some people swear there were three or four."

"I'm on it," Warrick called back as he headed towards the head security guard who was being questioned by Brass.

"Cath, go help Nick and Greg inside; make sure they don't miss anything," continued Grissom.

Catherine nodded as she started to walk in the direction of the two younger male CSIs.

Grissom took a minute to look at his surroundings once more since it was easier to see now that most of the witnesses had been escorted out of the casino.

"So," Sara said, bringing Grissom back to reality, "what do you want me to do?"

"Oh yeah," Grissom responded clumsily, "a few witnesses playing blackjack say that they saw one of the robbers catch his foot on that poker table over there and then wrap his fingers around the table leg to help him get himself up…"

"You want to me see if I can get any useable prints from the table leg," Sara concluded for him.

"Yes," Grissom beamed at her, "exactly."

With that said, Sara about faced and headed over to the small poker table. Grissom watched her still with a smile on his face. He swore sometimes that she could read his mind. He just hoped that she couldn't read his mind all of the time because she would be astounded with some of the things he had come up with before.