"Okay. We have a group one today. Someone decided to attach a body to a wall with darts."

"That's new.interesting," Sara said, raising an eyebrow.

"I would have said barbaric and painful, but okay," Warrick commented

Gil turned to Nick. "Can you go and tell Greg he's going to be on standby to take whatever comes through on this?"

Nick nodded and left the room and headed down to the lab.

Catherine, Gil, Sara, Nick and Warrick stared for a while at the body suspended to a piece of board with darts. Warrick walked over and examined them.

"Practically new. Top of the line darts."

"If you hated someone enough to attach them to the wall, why would you go out and buy new and expensive darts?" Sara asked.

"Good question," Gil nodded. "Let's get to work."

Catherine was examining the blood that emitted from each puncture wound and felt her breath catch as Gil came up behind her. Now it was confirmed that she was nuts. No one could feel like a giddy teenager while examining blood oozing from around a dart stabbed into a body.

"Anything interesting?"

"We'll probably know more when get him back to the lab," she replied.

Sara, who had left the room to go and investigate some more of the house walked back in, looking slightly shocked.

"Is everything alright?" Nick asked, concerned.

"There's a boy in the other room. He's about seven. He wants to know where his dad is."

Catherine followed her in where a small boy sat crouched in the corner.

"Hi, I'm Catherine," she said, crouching down near him.

"My dad said he'd come and get me. He told me to stay here and not move, no matter what I heard. Where is he?"

"Brock Cansen," the nurse said, as she came out to Catherine. "He's seven years old. Other than waiting for his dad he seems to be fine. No marks or bruises."

"Has he said anything else?"

The nurse shook her head. "No. He just keeps asking where his dad is."

Catherine sighed. "Until we get a positive ID on the body we can't tell where it's his dad or not."

"Okay. What about family?"

"He says it's just him and his dad."

"Okay. Can I take him to the lab and call Child Services from there?"

The nurse nodded. "He's fine. All yours."

Catherine walked into the examining room. "Hi, Brock. I'm Catherine, remember?"

Brock nodded. "Where's dad?"

"Well, we're working on finding him," Catherine replied, helping him down from the table. "But for now, would you like to come with me? Instead of staying in the hospital?"

"I guess so. Will dad be able to find me there?"

"Absolutely."

Nick walked into the room where Sara and Grissom were looking over the piece of board that the man had been attached to.

"The victim is Luke Cansen. He was only on the wall for about thirty minutes to an hour before we found him. But get this.he was already dead when he was put on the wall."

"You'd have to find a really strong guy for that," Sara commented.

"What else?"

"Traces of manure in his shoes according to Warrick."

"Manure. Farm?" Sara asked.

"Maybe," Grissom replied. "I want to know what Catherine found out. And I want to ask the boy what his dad does for a living."

"The circus?" Cath said, as she and Gil stared at the boy.

Brock nodded. "Yeah. Dad threw darts. I sometimes helped out the clowns. We travel all over America."

"That explains the manure on the shoes," Gil murmured.

"Brock, did your dad want to leave the circus?"

Brock shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

Cath looked at Gil. "I think we should pay a visit to the circus."

"Yes?" asked a petite brunette, glitter on her face. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Gil Grissom and this is Catherine Willows. We're Criminalists with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I was wondering if we could talk to you about Luke Cansen."

The girl opened the door a little wider. "What about him?"

"What was your relationship with him?"

"I was one of his assistants." She had now fully opened the door. "What's going?"

"Mr Cansen was found dead this evening. We're trying to find out what happened to him."

The girl barely blinked an eyelid as she showed them into the hotel room. "What do you need help with?"

"Are you his only assistant Ms.?"

"Warren. Jenny Warren. No. He used to have only one assistant, that was his wife, but she died three years ago. Now he rotates through the girls in the circus. Usually trapeze but sometimes bareback riders."

"Did Mr Cansen have any enemies in the business?"

"I think he wanted to leave this circus. Either move back to Las Vegas permanently or join another circus."

"He lived here in Las Vegas?"

Jenny nodded. "He's the only one in the troupe who does."

"Jenny, could you tell us where the owner is?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Look in the most expensive hotel. I'm sure he'll be there."

Catherine and Grissom shared a look.

"By the way, I don't suppose you have a copy of your program?" Catherine asked. When Jenny looked at her oddly, Catherine continued. "My daughter loves the circus."

Jenny rummaged around and handed her a program. "Does she like horses?"

Catherine nodded, accepting the program.

"Come by sometime. Look for me and she can have a look at them up close."

"Why did you really want the program?" Gil asked, as the drove towards the next hotel.

Catherine smiled. "Gives us a list of people there doesn't it? Some detective you'd make."

Gil rolled his eyes. "That's why I study bugs."

Catherine's eyes widened. "Hey, check this out. What if the person to put Luke Cansen on that wall wasn't a strong man, but a strong woman?"