Chapter 3

Monday August 16th, 2004
8:29 p.m.
CSI Reception Desk

"Hi, CSI Harrison, I'm looking for Dr. Grissom."

The receptionist looked up at the woman before her and nearly took a double take, before nodding. "The CSI from San Francisco?" she asked before seeing the woman nod. "He's in the break room waiting for you, would you like me to show you the way?"

"Nah, I can find it," the woman replied with a slight smile before turning and heading down the hallway. The receptionist debated warning the man but decided not to. She wasn't going to be the only one that had to take a double take so help her.

Meanwhile in the break room Grissom and the others had been talking about various topics to pass time when Greg suddenly darted in.

"You guys have to see this," he rushed out before darting back from the room. The four looked at each other before following him into the hallway, then stopping short. About fifty feet up the hallway walking towards them was Sara…

"That can't be Sara right?" Greg whispered, as he looked at the other four who were staring at the woman.

"It's not," Grissom replied quickly. "Sara's taller than the woman." Everyone glanced at him for a moment before turning back to 'Sara' as they admitted he was right. But it was still a bit nerve-wracking to watch as the woman walked towards them. She was dressed in jeans, with boots, a leather jacket eerily similar to the one Sara owned, and sunglasses not that dissimilar as well. Finally the woman reached them and stopped as she smirked slightly.

"Dr. Grissom," she spoke as she held her hand towards Grissom who took it. "I'm Jessica Harrison, San Francisco CSI, you contacted us in regards to the Birchwood Rapist."

"Yes, thank you for coming Ms. Harrison, why don't we go into the break room and we can start introductions," Grissom suggested as he pointed towards the break room.

"Yes well, at least on my end I already know who all of you are," she countered as she entered the break room and took a seat before she took off her glasses. The others quickly took seats as she watched them, and they finally found a second difference between her and Sara, Jessica's eyes were a deep shade of blue.

"So you know who all of us are?" Greg asked after a moment, curiosity having gotten the better of him.

"Yes, I do. Sara has told me about all of you, a great many times," Jessica admitted as she sat back. "Although I suppose I should repay the knowledge."

"You know Sara?" Warrick asked surprised. "I mean enough so that she talks about all of us."

"Yes, Sara and I are close friends," Jessica replied evenly as she frowned at the group for a moment. "But anyway, I'm Jessica Harrison, CSI Level Three out of Frisco. My supervisor sent me here seeing as all of you are looking for information on the Birchwood Rapist. Sara suspected there might be a connection between him and your 'Night Stalker'."

"Is there anything you don't know that we do?" Catherine asked with a smile.

"Probably not. But I do know a good deal more about the Birchwood Rapist than you do," Jessica replied as she turned and picked up the case they had never even registered her having carried in. Flipping it open she pulled out a number of folders and set them on the table.

"March 11, 1999 Sara and I received the assignment of a rape over in Birchwood. We went and investigated, but unfortunately found very little evidence. Two days later we had a second rape not ten houses away, once again our supervisor sent us just to insure that the two weren't linked. The next day our DNA came back an exact match. However, there was nothing in the system that it matched to, so we were left at square one basically. Over the next eight months, we had a total of twenty-eight other rapes, same perp. After victim number thirty, Hannah Allworth, Birchwood simply disappeared. The papers were responsible for the name by the by."

"So, the only link you had was the DNA?" Warrick asked.

"Unfortunately."

"And there was nothing else left by the perp, no fingerprints or anything?"

"I'm afraid not Catherine, much like the Night Stalker you are facing."

"How much do you know about the Night Stalker?" Grissom asked as he flipped through one of the files she had brought.

"Everything I have learned, I learned in the last twenty-four hours. Majority of which I learned from information my supervisor had pulled up for me to go over on the flight. Although a small bit I learned from a letter Sara sent me."

"Sara sent you a letter? Do you know where she is?" Nick asked immediately before the others could beat him to it. At the same time Grissom's eyes shifted from the files to look at the woman across from him.

Jessica frowned. "No, she sent the letter from here in Vegas a few days ago. She no doubt arranged for it to arrive the morning that my supervisor would have called me in. As for where she is, I have no idea, she left no address."

Grissom's eyes flicked back down to the files as everyone else slowly deflated from the hope they had been feeling. After a moment he nodded as he looked up. "All right, Catherine, Greg, where are you with the case?"

"We're still chasing a few leads," Catherine replied as she turned her attention to the cases at hand.

Grissom nodded before looking over at Warrick. "Brass called, they got the guy in lock-up so I'm free."

"Fair enough, we've actually got a quiet night so for now you'll be with Nick," Grissom replied with another nod. "Ms Harrison, could we perhaps spend some time going over the cases?"

"Of course," she replied with a slight nod as everyone rose other than her and Grissom and left the room. "You know, I've always wanted to meet you," she murmured before shaking her head. "But onto the case," she continued as if she hadn't spoken.

Grissom raised an eyebrow before turning and going to get their own cases so they could compare notes.

"I'm not exactly sure how much you were able to read from the files your supervisor was able to get for you," Grissom began as he gathered his own papers. "But if you would like to follow me, we have everything set up in a room that you can look over as we talk."

"Sounds like a good idea Dr. Grissom," replied Jessica as she put her file back in her case and rose from the table. "It will let me know if we are at least looking at the same perpetrator."

Grissom nodded before leading her to the room, spread across a number of boards were the pictures and information on each of the fifty-three victims.

"Hmm...That's odd," Jessica muttered as she looked at the various victims' images.

"What is?" Grissom asked curious.

"The victims," replied Jessica.

Grissom paused to look over the victims. Glancing back at her he raised an eyebrow. "Forgive me for being lost here, but I've been going over these cases for week. And I'm obviously not seeing what you are, so could you possibly share?"

"It's two things really," Jessica began as she continued to study the pictures in front of her. "One is their ages and two the color of their hair."

"Oh?" Grissom asked turning back to the victims. "Well age wise they range between 28 and 39. But hair color covers the entire spectrum."

"But that's just it Dr. Grissom. I have to wonder if we are in fact talking about the same perpetrator," commented Jessica, turning to face him. "The victims don't match."

Grissom blinked in surprise before turning to the victims. "How so Ms. Harrison? If we verify that the victims don't match then perhaps we are talking about two different suspects. Although, while I am thinking about it. Your supervisor mentioned something about sending the DNA with you to compare to ours?"

"Well, Dr. Grissom, given the differences in our victims it looks like we have to rely on the DNA to tell us if our suspects are the same person or not. Speaking of DNA..." Jessica trailed off as she put her case on the table and opened it, pulling out another file folder and a smaller case. "Here is our DNA report and a small sample that was taken," she explained holding the items out.

"Thank you. Would you like to go over the evidence and I'll run this down to our lab to set up the comparison?" Grissom suggested as he took the items.

"That would be great. Thank you Dr. Grissom," Jessica replied.

Grissom nodded before leaving the room. A few minutes later he returned and paused in the doorway as he watched Jessica mutter to herself.

"I don't get it Sara. You said there was a connection between Birchwood and Night Stalker but for the life of me I just can't see it. Night Stalker's victims are nothing like those of Birchwood. Well some are but for the most part they don't meet Birchwood's criteria..."

"Perhaps she saw something neither of us do," Grissom spoke softly.

"Dr. Grissom!" cried Jessica in surprise. "I didn't hear you come back. I take it someone is running the DNA?"

"Yes they are, and I'm terribly sorry for frightening you," he replied softly. "While we are waiting, why don't we discuss the things that make some of the victims similar? If we start with the similarities we know, perhaps we can figure out what Sara found."

"I take it you heard my mutterings to Sara then," questioned Jessica in embarrassment. "I have a tendency to do that sort of thing when I'm trying to figure something out."

"That's all right, we all have a tendency to do something. I talk to bugs, Sara sang..." he replied with a smile. "So, similarities?" Grissom continued a moment later as he walked over to the boards. "Which ones are similar?"

"Well, some of the younger victims seem to match Birchwood's age range, but not all of them. Birchwood was very specific when it came to his victims. They were all mid-twenties to mid-thirties with brown or dark brown hair. Night Stalker's victims tend to be older and the hair colors range the spectrum from blonde, to red, to brown to black," explained Jessica.

"I thought you mentioned that there was no connection between the victims other than the DNA...wouldn't hair color be a connection?" Grissom asked confused.

"But that's just it Dr. Grissom. Birchwood stuck solely to brunettes that were younger than the victims you have here. He neverstrayed from that," replied Jessica, a note of frustration entering her voice. "I just don't see the connection that Sara insisted was here."

At that moment, Catherine walked in to find Grissom watching Jessica with his head cocked slightly to the side as if considering something...a look she had seen on the man many times before. And Jessica was leaning on a table with her head in her hands, her fingers gripping her hair in frustration. As Catherine got a good look at Jessica she noticed highlights in the other woman's hair. And just had to ask about them. "Jessica?" she began unsure of what to call the woman.

"Yes Ms. Willows?" asked Jessica, not raising her head from her hands.

"God, this is going to sound like a strange question, but do you highlight your hair? I just noticed the red undertones in your hair..." she trailed off.

"No actually, it's natur...that's it!" cried Jessica, standing up suddenly and stalking over to her case, pulling out the Birchwood file and flipping though it quickly.

Grissom raised an eyebrow before turning to Catherine. "Brass has our guy. Greg's waiting on the results from the comparison and is going to bring them here," she explained as he nodded.

"Why don't you get Nick and Warrick back here? We should probably all get the news at once," Grissom replied before she left and he turned back to Jessica who was shaking her head.

"God, how could I have been so stupid to forget something like that. Dr. Grissom, this may sound like a really strange question but how many of your victims dyed their hair?" asked Jessica

Grissom blinked as he turned to face the boards. "You know, in all honesty I don't think I've heard anything in that regard. I know a few do, but as for the rest…your guess is as good as mine. Why?" he asked turning back to her.

"Hey boss, Catherine said you wanted us?" Nick asked as he, Warrick, and Catherine walked in.

"Yeah, Greg should be here with..."

"I got it!" Greg suddenly announced as he appeared in the door waving the paper.

"What did he get? Next week's winning lottery tickets?" Nick whispered to Warrick.

"No!" Greg replied rolling his eyes. "Although if you have those I'd kill for them," he added with a smirk.

"If he had the winning lottery numbers we'd all kill for them," Grissom spoke to stop the conversation. "But the results?" he prompted.

"Oh, yeah," Greg replied opening the folder. "Bad news and good news."

"Bad news and good news?" Catherine asked skeptical.

"Yeah, well it depends on how you look at it. Some say it will be bad news, other good news," Greg replied.

"G-man. Just spit it out," Nick ordered as he shook his head.

"Chill pill Nicky," Greg answered as he looked up and saw Grissom giving him a look. "Um…yeah. It's a match. One in sixteen-billon."

"Looks like Sara was right," Warrick murmured.

"Well, anything you can give us about Birchwood?" Nick asked turning to Jessica.

"OH!...uhm...right...Birchwood..." stuttered Jessica. "They...the victims that is...they were all brunettes."

Catherine glanced at Jessica suddenly before glancing over at Nick and smiling softly as Greg spoke up. "But wouldn't that be a connection? Between Birchwood's vics I mean?"

"Right...it is and Dr. Grissom made the same comment earlier," replied Jessica, looking anywhere but at Nick. "I couldn't figure out what the connection between the two cases was until Ms. Willows asked me about my hair and whether or not I dyed it."

Warrick raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Okay, so what's the connection?"

"Regardless of their hair color at the time of the attacks, all of Birchwood's victims had naturally brown hair," explained Jessica. "It wasn't until later, after the suspect went to ground, that we made the connection in hair color. All of his victims were mid-twenties to mid-thirties with naturally brown hair."

"Really?" Catherine asked glancing at the wall. "Well, maybe we should see if the victims here were all naturally brunettes, although I wonder why the change in age range..."

"Well, it's been a few years since he struck in San Francisco. Perhaps as he has gotten older he's looking for older women?" Grissom suggested.

"Don't think I've ever heard about anyone doing that but sounds reasonable..." Nick mused.

"Nick, why don't you go see if there are any other cases that have anything similar to Birchwood and here. Cath, Greg, Warrick, I need you three to go and find out about the hair."

"I'm on it," replied Nick, heading out of the room, tossing a glance in Jessica's direction on his way. The other three nodded before following Nick from the room leaving Grissom and Jessica alone once more.

"Well, it appears you might be staying with us for a while Ms. Harrison," Grissom spoke after a few moments.

"So it seems," replied Jessica as she continued to look at the pictures

"Well, this is probably going to sound insane, but do you have a place to stay?" he asked after another moment.

"Hmm? Oh a place to stay. Yes I do," Jessica replied finally turning back to face Grissom. "I'll be staying at Sara's place."

"Really?" Grissom asked surprised before shaking his head. "Should have figured that out earlier," he continued with a half smile. "So Ms. Harrison. Out of curiosity, how long have you known Sara?"

"Nineteen years," Jessica replied with a wistful smile

"Wow," Grissom was surprised once more. He never remembered Sara talking about her...ever. "How did you two meet? Sara was fourteen then wasn't she...School?"

"Summer Science Camp," replied Jessica with a chuckle. "It was my first time there and they decided to pair up older students with younger ones and I got paired with Sara. We seemed to hit it off and decided to keep in touch after camp was finished."

Grissom smiled softly. He could just picture Sara at a science camp at fourteen, probably driving the counselors insane. "I can imagine you two must have had a lot of fun over the years...you seem a lot alike. And it's obvious that you care about her a great deal," he spoke softly as he sat on the edge of the table. "Um..." he trailed off shaking his head.

"Sara's family," replied Jessica pulling up a seat. "It's okay Dr. Grissom, just go ahead and ask me whatever it is you're not sure if you should ask."

Grissom nodded as he looked for the right words. "Earlier you mentioned something about always wanting to meet me. I couldn't help but wonder about that..."

"Well I've only heard about you ever since Sara first met you at a seminar about...12 years ago now," replied Jessica. "She'd talk about you just as much as she would talk about herself."

"Really?" Grissom asked surprised as he leaned back slightly. He knew they were friends, and that she had feelings for him...hell he could never forget that fact, the attraction to her had been undeniable since she was a twenty-one year-old who challenged him like no other student had before, and he a thirty-six year-old with enough knowledge to know it was not going to happen. But that she had talked about him as much as she did herself... "You must have gotten tired of hearing about me after the first few years," he continued with a half-smile trying to stop his thoughts.

"It was quite nice actually," commented Jessica with a smile. "Once she moved here to Vegas I got to learn about the entire team but you were still her favorite topic of conversation. I realize that I'm probably stepping out of line here and it probably isn't even my place to say anything but Sara was quite taken with you, ever since she first met you actually. Sara's the closest thing to family I have Dr. Grissom and I couldn't deny her the right to talk about what or who made her happy."

Grissom's eyes snapped up to look at the other woman to see if she was pulling his leg, though he already knew she wasn't. Nodding slightly he took a breath. "I'm surprised you are even talking with me Ms. Harrison. Sara may have assured me that her leaving had..." he paused a moment. "had nothing to do with my actions over the past year but I still have a bit of trouble believing that myself, I can only imagine how much you might disbelieve it as well."

"Look Dr. Grissom, I'm not going to lie to you and say you had nothing to do with Sara's disappearance but you weren't the only or the main reason for that matter. There are things in Sara's past that haunt her that even I don't know about. I think her ghosts surfaced and she just needs the space to deal with them. And the reason I'm even talking to you is because Sara held you in high respect and as her friend it's only right that I extend you the same courtesy. I'm here because Sara asked me to be here," replied Jessica.

"She did?" Grissom asked surprised, for some reason that being the first thing to register in his mind before he turned back to the other things she said. Well, that gave him some new things to think about when he laid awake during the daylight hours...

"She did," repeated Jessica. "As I said earlier, she timed it so that I got the letter shortly before I got called into Mac's office and told he wanted to send me here to work on this case with you. Sara asked me to do her a favor and that was to come to Vegas. So here I am."

"Oh," Grissom replied once more at a loss for words. "Well, I suppose we should get back to the case..."

"Might be a plan," agreed Jessica.

Grissom nodded before turning back to the boards. "All right, our first victim was Kristine Allister," he began starting at the beginning.

Monday August 16th, 2004
10:15 p.m.
CSI Lab

Nearly two hours later Grissom's phone rang and he flipped it open immediately. "Grissom?...Damn." he continued moments later as he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "All right, thanks. Fifteen minutes," he finished before hanging up. "Want to hop right into a case?" he asked looking over at Jessica

"Sure," shrugged Jessica. "I'm here so I might as well do what we do."

Grissom nodded as he stood and gathered his few things. "We just got the call, our creep has struck again," he explained letting her walk out in front of him.

Twenty minutes later the two had arrived at the house of Tamara Wallace and were processing the bedroom and in turn Tamara's body when Grissom stopped as he looked at something. "Ms. Harrison...can you go out to the living room and look at something for me?"

"Sure Dr. Grissom, no problem," agreed Jessica. "But what exactly am I supposed to be looking at?" she called back as she left the room.

"Anything of a religious nature," he called after her as he approached the book that seemed to be set on the dresser demanding one's attention.

"There's nothing there," commented Jessica a few minutes later as she reentered the bedroom. "Is there a reason why you wanted me to look for things of a religious nature?"

"Yes, come over here and take a look at this." he replied pointing at the book he was looking at. Jessica walked over and realized it was a bible.

"Uhm...Dr. Grissom? Why are we standing here looking at a bible when we have a dead body not 10 feet away from us?" asked Jessica in confusion. "Shouldn't processing the body be our primary concern right now?"

"First, please call me Grissom. Second...I can't help but feel that something about this bible isn't right. Wouldn't one normally have a bible they read next to their bed? Or out in their front room. But it's over here on the dresser, almost as if it was placed here..." he trailed off as he turned to read. "Genesis, the sections on Abraham..." he murmured as he squinted his eyes as he considered the pages. "Parts are underlined but not necessarily in the same section," he continued before pausing. "When Pharaoh's officials saw her, they praised her to Pharaoh, and she was taken into his palace. He treated Abram well for her sake, and Abram acquired sheep and cattle, male and female, donkeys, menservants and maidservants, and camels...Now then, here is your wife. Take her and go!…And they sent him on his way, with his wife and everything he had…" Grissom read. "Does this mean anything to you?" he continued turning to her.

"Not a thing," replied Jessica. "And please call me Jessica."

"Certainly Jessica," Grissom replied with a smile before frowning slightly. "Not that I was...well...looking on purpose. But earlier I noticed a small gold cross around your neck when your blouse was...well..." Grissom trailed off shaking his head. "Now I've really made an impression," he muttered as he continued to shake his head.

"Don't worry about it Grissom, I know you didn't mean...that. I was raised Catholic but I don't tend to remember much of my teachings," replied Jessica.

"Ahh of course," Grissom smiled. "Well I suppose we'll have to hunt someone down at the lab who might have an idea, although I can't think of anyone," he mused.

"Too bad Sara's gone Houdini on us, she probably could have told us," mused Jessica.

Grissom merely turned to look at her in shock, his brain, for once, had not a single thought going through it.

"Grissom, are you alright?" Jessica asked in concern when he didn't say anything.

Grissom shook his head as she snapped him out of his shock. "Sorry, you just...surprised me. But Sara?" he asked still floored.

"We never really talked about it but I know that she used to sing old religious hymns to herself sometimes. When I asked her about it she changed the subject and I just figured it was a topic that was not to be discussed so I dropped it," explained Jessica with a slight shrug. "Judging by the way she knew her hymns I figure she probably knew her bible as well."

Still floored Grissom just nodded. "Well, something new to put in the mental file on one Sara Marie Sidle. But we should probably get to work. Do you want to start on prints?"

"Sure," agreed Jessica.

Grissom nodded before turning and heading towards his case to grab a few more evidence bags.

As Jessica was turning back to her case, she stopped suddenly when her gaze fell on Grissom kneeling next to the bed, only it wasn't Grissom she was seeing, it was Sara, in a pose not that dissimilar to the one Grissom was in. Shaking her head to clear the image away, she continued on to her case, pulling out the container of Red Creeper that Sara had left for her to use and got down to work on the door handle. "Wow. Sara was right, this stuff does rock," she mused to herself.

"Hmm?" Grissom asked looking up. "Isn't that Red Creeper?" he continued when he saw what she was using.

"Is that what this stuff is called?" asked Jessica as she examined the container in her hand. "I didn't know that's what it was. I just found it on Sara's table with a note saying to go ahead and use it since I'll get more use out of it than her."

"Yeah, that's the stuff. My own creation. Sara loved it," Grissom replied with a sad smile. "Glad to know she wasn't the only one who thought it 'rocked'," he continued with a more regular smile before turning back to the body.

Some time later the scene had been processed and Grissom was driving them back to the CSI labs. As they passed the lights of the town Jessica stared out the window lost in memories.

"Hey Jyn, come take a look at this."

Jessica turned around from her printing to raise an eyebrow at Sara. "What did you find?" she asked as she made her way over to the right side of the bed where Sara was knelt next to the body.

"I think Birchwood vacuumed here," Sara replied as she looked up from the carpet in front of her between her and the bed. "Had to be a small hand vac, maybe we should have Michael check for one here in the apartment."

"Sounds good," Jessica agreed as she looked at the small area. "Wonder what he was trying to get rid of, if this is him."

"Who knows, but maybe he didn't get everything..." Sara replied as she lifted the ruffle from the edge of the bed and grabbed her flashlight. "Hey Jyn, get me an evidence bag would you," she began glancing up with a grin. "I think our boy may have just messed up."

"What did you find?" Jessica asked with a grin as she grabbed the bag, leaving Sara there for a moment.

"Sara?" she asked again when she got no answer.

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Sara replied with a sigh. "Just lost in thought."

Jessica turned to look at her concerned; something was off about Sara's voice. Sara was slowly rising to her feet, in her hand was a pair of tweezers which held a single almost black hair. Jessica held the small envelope open and Sara dropped the hair in before Jessica quickly closed it. Sara stared at the envelope for a few more moments before Jessica raised a hand and waved it in front of Sara's gaze. "Hey, you okay?"

"Fine, I'm fine," Sara replied with a half smile before turning back to the body of Hannah Allworth.

"Jessica?"

Jessica looked up as she was pulled from the memory to find Grissom looking at her concerned. Glancing around she realized they were back at the lab and shook her head. "Sorry, just…lost in memories."

Grissom smiled slightly. "That's okay, we've all been doing it a lot lately. Come on, let's go get this stuff dropped off."

"Of course," agreed Jessica as she opened her car door as she thought back to that case once more. In the end the hair had been linked to Birchwood, but still left them no more the wiser. But something about that hair had always affected Sara. Shaking her head Jessica shook the memory away and followed the doctor into the building...

Tuesday August 17th, 2004
9:15 a.m.
Sidle Apartment

Sighing softly Jessica parked the car before looking up at the building once more. Shaking her head she grabbed her kit and hopped out before hitting the lock button. Making her way up the stairs she quickly found herself in front of Apartment 3D.

"Well, don't just stand there all day," Sara said next to her with a smile before Jessica shook her head and opened the door.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Here, there, everywhere. How long have you been waiting?" Sara countered as she headed to the kitchen.

"Not long. Although I'm declaring you insane for moving to Vegas you know that don't you."

"You declared me insane for moving when I informed you I was moving in the first place."

"Actually Sar, you came down on an assignment then told me over the phone that you were staying…I had every right to declare you insane," Jessica replied rolling her eyes.

"Technicality, technicality. You love me anyway."

"Damn straight. If I didn't, would we still be friends after nineteen years," Jessica answered as she sat down. "So, what's new here in Vegas?"

"Oh girl, you are not going to believe what happened the other day…" Sara began as she joined Jessica on the couch.

Snapping her head up when she heard the phone ring Jessica glanced up and down the hall before digging her cell phone from her pocket. "Harrison?"

"Hey Jessie."

Shaking her head she shifted the phone to rest between her ear and shoulder as she dug the apartment key out of her purse. "What are you up to Mac?" slipping the key into the lock she opened the apartment door and stepped in, before locking it behind her. She should have expected to be hit with the memory of the last time she was here with Sara, considering it hadn't happened when she arrived the night before. But at the same time, still felt like hell to realize Sara wasn't actually there.

"Nothing much. Calling to see what's up there. Am I going to be getting the other half of my favorite CSI team back anytime soon?"

"Fraid not Mac. Birchwood is their Night Stalker. DNA came back."

"Damn. I'd been hoping that Birchwood had just dropped dead and was one of those unidentified bodies in our morgue all these years."

"Yeah, but we did disprove that theory years ago Mac," she countered softly.

"Yeah yeah. So I take it you're going to be staying in Vegas for a while then."

"You sent me here for as long as they needed me. We've already had a new vic since I got here."

"Ahh, already got your hands dirty I see. Sounds like the Harrison I know."

"Glad to know you know me so well," she replied dryly. "How are things back there?"

"Same old same old. Had to give Peter the latest DB that came in. He was so excited until I informed him he was only getting it because you were gone."

Laughing softly she shook her head once more. "Mac, you're a titan you know that?"

"Why do you think I spend so much time reading up on my Greek mythology? I need to keep up to date."

"Sure Mac. Whatever you say. But I'm ready to drop so…tell everyone hi and I'll see you guys when I see you."

"Sure thing Jessie. Get some sleep. You're as bad as Sara and the Gods know that girl never slept."

"Look who's talking? You have more overtime than the rest of us combined," she countered and could just see him rolling his eyes. "Get some sleep Mac. And I'll do the same."

"Fair enough. Talk to you later Jessie."

"Talk to you later Mac," she answered before hanging up. Looking around the apartment she frowned once more as she realized her thoughts last night had been right. Sara hadn't taken very much with her, if anything.

"What happened Sara? What made you leave everything and everyone behind?" she whispered before she turned and headed towards the bedroom. She had to unpack and get to sleep. If she tried to do another shift, she'd drop tomorrow. And that was something she did not want to do.