Twenty minutes later, Grissom came bursting through LVPD CSI doors with Nick, Warrick and Sara following closely behind. Despite not finding their suspect, their trip to the hospital had not been completely worthless. In fact it bordered on excellent. Grissom had the photograph, the shoeprint, and the slip of paper with Catherine's room number on it, among other things. All they had to do was put the pieces together.

"Warrick, you're on shoeprints...see if you can find a match to that print from the bathroom floor. Sara, Nick, work that slip of paper, get it to questions and documents...see if they can get anything off of it. Maybe Roddy can tell us what type of person wrote it."

"Got it."

"We're on it."

"Good. I'm going to work this photo...if you need me, I'll be in the print lab."

~*~*~*~

Twenty minutes after that, with no results to be found on AFIS, Grissom joined Warrick in the process of comparing shoeprints found at the scene.

"Any luck?" Warrick was bent over a table and a pair of prints, transparencies positioned one over the other, a database lighting up the computer screen nearby.

"Yeah. I ran the prints- they match a brand of shoe that Nike brought on the market last year. Sold 8,000 in the greater Las Vegas area."

"Not a popular brand."

"Nope."

"Got a size for me?"

" 8 ½ ...womens."

"Crime of passion, revenge, fits with the theory that our suspect has some kind of grudge against Catherine. It also explains that photograph."

"You get anything off of that?" Warrick asked, turning to face Grissom.

"Partial, AFIS didn't spit anything out. Our best bet is to go through Catherine's cases one by one...she has to be in one of those files."

"It's a long shot."

"It's the only shot we have right now."

Warrick hesitated. "I'm done here, if you need any help."

"Everything's in the layout room." Grissom motioned for Warrick to follow him. "Why don't you call Greg in to help? He does want more experience, doesn't he?"

"Uh-huh." Warrick reached for the nearest phone, dialing in the pager number of the resident lab rat, and tagging along on Grissom's heels toward the layout room.

Years of hard work were laid out before them- Catherine's blood, sweat and hours not spent with her daughter telling them a story the former dancer never could. Each box contained case files- and each file contained a reason behind the attacks on their cohort, and the way they were going to stop it.

"Pull up a box." Grissom mounted a stool and reached for the first carton, a bright, neon-yellow label proclaiming it to be the first work of a then-known 'CSI Level 1, Willows'. "Lets get to it."

"You know this is going to take forever, right?" Warrick asked as he took a seat across from Grissom and reached for another box.

"Less complaining, more working."

That comment warranted an exasperated sigh from Warrick. "Yea, right."

"But we can eliminate some cases, right?" It was Greg's turn to ask a question, and he did so with extreme curiosity. "I mean, you did say this was a little girl...and your suspects a woman, possibly her mother...so we focus on crimes that occurred within a family setting, maybe?"

"Very good, Greg."

Before the young lab tech could puff out his chest and preen, Warrick reached over and lightly punched him on the shoulder.

"Leggo that Ego, Greggo. Hand me another box."

"Will do, Ricky." The look sent across the table closed Greg's mouth before it could open further, and without a sound he slid another box in Warrick's direction. "Hey, Grissom?"

"Yes, Greg?"

"If Catherine pissed this woman off that badly- why did she take this long to make her move?"

"Well, Greg...women like to take time to plan things."

"So you're saying that Sara could be taking her time, planning on how she's going to ask me on a date?"

"Yeah- not exactly like that, Greggo." Warrick completed his box and set it aside, his response triggering a silence that fell over the three men as they diligently worked at their task.

Box after box was eliminated with diligent precision, and soon they had worked up to Catherine more recent cases from the past few years. Three boxes remained and they each took one, hoping to find the little girl somewhere amongst the files.

"Hey guys, I think I found something." Greg lifted up a large manila folder and opened it up so the other two could see it. Staring back at them was the face of the little girl. Greg pulled out the photo and gave it to Grissom, who dug out the photo he had found in Catherine's hospital room. "Her name is Laura Scott, Catherine worked her case three years ago."

"What was the charge?" Warrick asked.

"Child molestation."

"Shit."

"What was the ruling?" Grissom stared at the two photos, side-by-side, innocent face of a traumatized child staring back at him from years ago.

"Catherine's investigation found the father guilty. Jury convicted him and sentenced him to five years in Clark Country Jail." Greg laid the folder and it's contents upon the table, looking up at his supervisor with eager eyes. "What now?"

"Do we know what happened to the family?" Warrick began to pack up his partially sought through carton, as Greg began to skim over the top sheet in the case folder.

"The mother, Mrs. Scott made several statements to the fact that her husband was innocent during the trial. After the sentencing she appealed, but it was turned down. The father, Mr. Scott died, three months ago. Got into some sort of altercation with another inmate."

Grissom perked up at that. "Maybe that's what set her off. An eye for an eye, as they say?"

"Hey Gris, did Sara and Nick ever finish going through those employee records for Garfield pharmaceuticals?"

"We'll find out in a second." Paging Sara got instant results, the determined brunette throwing her body around the doorframe of the layout room within seconds of receiving the page, the faint beep of Grissom's beckoning still emitting from her pager.

"You paged?"

"Sara- results from Garfield Pharmaceuticals? Did you find any suspicious employees?"

"Yeah." Sara slung one long leg over a stool and pulled herself up to the table, resting bony elbows upon the bright surface.

"Apparently, there was a Mrs. Scott employed at the pharmacy, same time Catherine's first few prescriptions were filled. She was only temp help- came on to replace a college student, Foxy Loxy, who transferred back to her home school. I had her checked out- but she's clean, Grissom. She had tickets to fly to Montana the month Catherine came in."

"But did she actually fly to Montana?" Grissom shook his head, taking the file up into his hands and slipping off his stool. "Sara, I want you to have Brass get a warrant for Mrs. Scott's residence. Have him bring backup- and send a few more officers over to the hospital."

"Sure, I'm on it." Sara nodded sincerely.

"And Sara..."

"Yea?"

"Can you tell me where exactly in Montana she was flying to? What city?"

Sara flipped through the pages of the log she had acquired, nimble hands quickly finding the desired information. "The log the airline gave me says her flight was a one-way to Bozeman, Montana on February 19th, three days before Catherine's first visit to the pharmacy."

"That's Catherine's hometown." Grissom could feel the color draining from his cheeks as the realization came over him. "Did you get any eye-witnesses, Sara? Anyone who can account for Mrs. Scott's whereabouts that day?"

"The pharmacy said that she didn't come in." Sara replied, matching him stride for stride as he left the room and headed down the hall. "The airline reports that someone was seated in Mrs. Scott's seat and did exit the plane at Bozeman International."

"But was it Mrs. Scott?" Grissom's eyes narrowed, and he pivoted, startling Greg and Nick, who hurried behind them. "Nick- I want you to go with Sara. Greg...you're with me. And Sara- tell Brass to take precautions- we don't know what this woman is capable of. We've already seen her attempt murder."

"Right."

"Where are we going?" Greg fell into line- or tried to, as Grissom continued on and the lab tech attempted to match his steps.

"To the hospital." Grissom replied. "I have a hunch we're going to want to be there."