As the cruiser rolled into a parking spot outside of the Rio; Nick and Greg both got out and made their way into the casino through the hotel entrance. Once inside Nick saw the officers walking around talking to people trying to get any head way into this case or hoping that maybe someone saw the person that did the gruesome things he would soon be seeing. As they got to the elevator two police officers that were standing guard. Nick and Greg flipped out their credentials, and they were allowed to board the elevator, as they both stood there and watched as the doors slid shut.

Greg said to Nick as they watch the floor tick by. "So, do you think it's him again? And if so I wonder if he left any clues or just more blood and sadistic gore?"

Nick only shrugged, it had been a rough three days not just for him but most of the CSI on both shifts. The only difference is he knew the things he was seeing; every time he tried to sleep and just say, they weren't cotton candy and Jolly pops.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw each of the crime scenes he visited; they were all tied to a person or persons known as 'the wolf.' (Who takes, for what seems to be, for the most part, some of the most innocent of people coming to Las Vegas for fun and frolicking, and end up in the teeth of this beast.)

As the elevator doors opened; the faint and sickening smell of iron was still lingering in the air. The sad part- the smell was almost becoming routine after the last few days. As they step out of the elevator, they saw more police question other people as it appeared many were in the process of leaving, (because of the murder or at least changing rooms.)

As they got to the room in question, a towering officer stood guard in front of the yellow tape. They showed their ids, and he let them in, as they entered they felt as if they were entering a butcher shop. The temperature was at the lowest setting, and the smell of iron was more intense than it was out in the hall or when they exited the elevator. The all too familiar sound of plastic sheeting crinkled under foot as they went in. As they got further into the room, they saw almost the same replica of the other murder sites. The two corpses that these CSI were investigating at this scene seem to be hanging from the ceiling by chains wrapped around what left of their legs. To any average onlooker to this scene, it would like two sides of beef hanging. Waiting to be cut up in this makeshift slaughter house. The only thing was these were once human bodies, and now their chest was ripped open and their hearts removed liked they been taking out by a professional butcher, the sixteen liters of their blood soak the bedding and bed they hung over.

Nick and Greg, didn't have to see the rest of the room everything was the same as it been each time before. Every inch of this crime scene like all the other room before had been strategically covered in a painter drop plastic sheeting which could be picked up at any hardware or home repair store. In the center of the room at the hotel room table, it too had been wrapped in the plastic sheeting; placed atop of the table laid what looks to be a silver platter but only plated. It had a piece of fine bone plated China a top of it with a steak knife and fork sitting out in their proper place. A single melted candle in a silver holder also only plated but it sat beside it. As they looked down at this scene they saw a minimal amount of tissue and blood that was most definitely the victims, but they knew it was placed there by the killer he didn't use these things, but it was his way of telling them what he had planned for those hearts.

Nick took out his camera and began taking photos; as he did this something caught his eyes adjacent to where he been standing. It was beneath the plastic, giving off a red tint from under the clear plastic, It drew Nick over to take a look. "Greg come over and take a look."

Greg stood up from his kneeling position and went over to Nick. The two of them inspected this area, and Nick took several photos of the field as Greg took notes and some measurements to fill into his report. Once they were sure, they had everything complete document. Nick pulled out a knife from his belt and slowly cut the plastic sheeting to gain access to whatever was beneath the sheeting. As they both took their time removing the sheeting from the wall their hearts, both stopped for an instant. As their eyes, both seem to stay and took in the information. Scrawled on the wall was a small story that made them both very worried.

"The wolf stalks the cement forest; ripping and tearing and eating the stupid little lambs with its claws and fangs, All the while the stupid shepherds tried to chase it. Try to protect those stupid little lambs from their fate. Unfortunately for the shepherds, one was not paying close enough attention, and now one of them is at the mercy of wolf."

Underneath the story that was written in a rushed fashion on the wall, they found the badge and gun of their fellow officer Sara Sidle.

At the sight of those items, it caused Nick to get his phone out and hit his speed dial for Sara. As Greg got out his phone as well and called headquarters to report a possible abduction of an officer by the killer. He could hear Nick repeating over and over at what he assumes was the ring of Sara's phone or it was her voice mail.

"Come on Sara pick up!"

Either way, Greg could only assume Nick wasn't getting through as D.B picked up on Greg line.

"Russel, it, Greg … Yeah well, we just found Sara's badge and gun here at the scene…Has anyone heard from her tonight …. Well ... Oh god, 'the wolf' has her."

At the same time in San Francisco, CA the weather was pretty bad; Not that Gil realized since he was asleep at his home after speaking at a seminar on forensics at a local college. As the lighting cracked outside his window ass the storm went on, Grissom tossed slightly and more often as the storm got worse. As flashes of lighting illuminated the bed room; A figure formed almost ghostly by Grissom's slumbering mind causing his friend Warrick to make an appearance. Warrick's ghostly form walked over and touched Gil's shoulder. A bent over and said in Grissom's ear.

"Grissom wakes up she needs you now …. Sara life is in danger."

At these words and a one final flash Grissom eyes open and for an instant, he swore he saw Warrick stand over him and looking down. But as the lightning flashed again and Warrick was gone but the words he had spoken remain and instead of rolling back over and going back to sleep. Gil sat up and reached for his cell to call Sara. It went to voice mail. So, Gill closed his phone and opened it again and went to call the D.B number but before he could do this the Las Vegas crime lab number flashed across his caller id as it began to ring. Gill pushed the button and put the cell to his ear and said.

"Hello, this is Grissom…."