Back at the Crime Lab, Catherine fully absorbed herself in her work. Tyler Renning had been let out of the hospital and moved to a jail infirmary. She was going to go with Brass when it was morning to question him and Jessica Myers again.
She found Nick and Sara in the conference room, going over crime scene photos.
"Hey Catherine, how's it going," Nick asked as he looked up from his work.
She faked a smile for them. "I'm fine. What are you two up to?"
"Oh we are just sorting through the crime scene photos from your case, comparing the ones Greg took before and ours from after."
"These are Greg's and these are ours." Sara said pointing to the appropriate sides of the table.
Catherine looked more closely at them. In the newer photos new areas of blood were on the door, where Greg had been slammed against it and the left corner wall, where he had been slumped against it. She could see him again, lying there unconscious and so pale. Then she thought of how pale he had become when she left him at the hospital in her state of shock. She remembered he was shaking too. She had to believe he did not mean most of what he said. He had to have been having some kind of breakdown finally after showing so little emotion after all that happened. She just hoped that was the explanation.
"Catherine? Catherine? Are you okay," Nick asked her after she seemed to zone out.
She looked up at him, surprised. "Sorry, I'm just thinking about what happened again. Seeing the photos brought it back."
"That's understandable. Heck, whenever I saw bugs for awhile after I was buried alive, I freaked out a bit."
That got Catherine thinking about what Greg had said. "Did Greg ever show any signs that he was having trouble sleeping or stuff like that after he was in the lab explosion or after he was beat up?"
Sara and Nick looked at each other. "I know he was a bit stressed out due to the trial but he never mentioned having any real problems to me," Sara said.
"Yeah same here. He seemed fine overall, except not exactly his usually cheerful-self," Nick answered. "Why do you ask?"
Catherine sighed. "He just does not seem to be dealing as well this time around."
"Well Catherine, he's been through hell pretty much in the last year. A person can only take so much before they crack a little. Believe me, I know," Nick said, pointing to himself.
"Did something happen when you visited him," Sara questioned Catherine.
"He was just a bit moody," Catherine simply stated. She was not going to get into it with anyone. It was really just between her and Greg.
Sara pursed her lips together, not really believing Catherine completely, but she was not there in that room that day so she was not one to say anything about it.
They dropped the subject altogether as Grissom came into the room.
"Hey I got some bad news or good news considering how you take it," he started off saying.
"Well what is it," Sara asked him.
"Jessica Myers was found dead in her cell this morning. Doc Robbins is getting her body now. We do not have cause of death yet. No signs of anything at this point."
Catherine frowned. "We never got her to talk either."
Grissom shook his head. "No, so we will have to try to get more out of Tyler Renning now."
"Well I am meeting Brass later on to question him some more. I am curious how he will react to her death. Maybe he will open up more."
"Or blame everything on her. She probably did him a favor," Sara said.
"Yeah he could try to pull that. Either way hopefully we will get more info out of him on how they picked their victims and why they did what they did." Catherine then asked Nick about what he found in Tyler's truck.
They had discovered his truck parked behind some bushes about one mile away from the motel. Nick had been the one to go through it.
"Well I found their bag of goodies behind the passenger seat. I found some matchbooks from various bars and pool halls in a side pocket in the bag. Right now Warrick is with Detective Vega going to those establishments, seeing if anyone recognizes our vics or our killers."
Sara interrupted. "We found a pool stick case in the bed of the truck. The pool stick was missing, however."
"Have we found out where they were staying yet," Grissom asked them.
"No, it seems they moved around. If they had one place where they stayed we have not found out yet."
Nick went back to what he found in the bag. He told them he found a bottle of bleach and several stained towels along with a vial of Midazolam and a few syringes. There was also another bowie knife and then a serrated edged cutting knife.
"Prints on those knives matched Jessica's."
"So then apparently Jessica cut up the female vics and Tyler did the male victims." Catherine remembered how Tyler had cut Greg then licked his blood off the knife. She shivered at the memory.
Grissom noticed her paled expression. "Catherine, something wrong?"
She glanced his way, wishing he had not noticed. "Just a memory."
They all kind of looked at her with some apathy. Now she knew how Greg must have felt and she knew she had been guilty of giving him the same look everyone was giving her now.
"I'm fine, seriously. Can we move on now?"
Sara, Nick and Grissom all gave each other surprised expressions. They decided to leave it alone and carried on going over the crime scene photos again.
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Greg woke up in the middle of the night feeling nauseous and shivering cold. He had to use the bathroom. He tried sitting up in bed but only managed to have his head start spinning. He had not felt this bad earlier. He pushed the button to call a nurse for help. He just prayed Nurse Wade was off shift. She already made his life feel miserable enough that night.
About a minute later a male nurse, by the name of Max, came in. Greg had met him before. He helped Greg walk to the bathroom.
On the short walk back from it, Greg felt like he might pass out. The pain in his lower back was excruciating.
Max noticed his lower bandage was soaked in blood.
He made Greg lay down on his stomach back in his bed. "I'll be back with the doctor," he told him.
Greg did not know what was going on. All he knew was that he was sick to his stomach, cold and sweating, and the pain he was in had something to do with it. Something was wrong. He pushed himself too much when they warned him to take it easy.
He had his head buried in his pillow when he heard the doctor come in. "Mr. Sanders, Dr. Maddox here. What is going on? How do you feel?"
Greg could feel the doctor prodding his back while Max was taking his temperature.
"I feel sick to my stomach and I'm in a lot of pain," he mumbled through the pillow.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Max conversing with Dr. Maddox. They both looked pretty serious.
"Mr. Sanders, it looks like you have an infection here from your lower back stab wound. I'm going to prepare a room so we can examine and cleanse the wound again. In addition, I am going to start you on antibiotics and I will increase your pain medication."
Greg squeezed his eyes shut against the tears threatening to come on. Things suddenly felt like they were going from bad to worse for him. First his blow up at Catherine, a woman he never wanted to hurt and now instead of getting better, he had some sort of infection making him sicker.
He was only glad when he saw Max coming with the syringe he knew would soon be putting him out of his misery temporarily.