Their flight arrived at McCarran a little before three. They divided duty, Rob got their luggage and Chloe checked out the rental car. Not quite an hour later, they were on their way to the hotel. At 4:30, they stood at the doors to their respective rooms.

"How about, you contact the Vegas field office. Tell'em something along the lines of this is just a courtesy call, we don't require any assistance from them; it's mostly lab work. We don't need some hot shot messing things up." She instructed.

"Okay, you gonna contact this Grissom fellow?"

"Nope, I'm gonna call his boss. Robert Cavallo appears to be a first-rate paper pusher and politician. I think I can be pretty vague and get him to lure our bugman in for us."

"God, you're tough." He noted as she disappeared into her room.

"Female serials don't come along often and I've chased her for eight years. Johnson was on the case for at least four before that. I want this bitch." Chloe grimly stated over her shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, she opened the door at his knock. "So?" He asked as she resumed unpacking.

"I'm waiting for a return call. He was on the other line." She answered. A few minutes later, her cell phone jingled its happy little tune. "DeCaen."

"Robert Cavallo, returning your call." The voice at the other end said.

"Yes, um, Good Afternoon, Director Cavallo." Chloe stumbled over what title to use. "We received an alert that your lab has matched a DNA profile to an ongoing serial investigation we are conducting. I was hoping to share information. I'd love to see this one nailed."

"Really? I'm sure we'd be happy to confer. Would you like to set up a conference call for tomorrow?"

"Actually, we're in town. Any chance we could set up a meeting for tonight?"

"Well, um, I'll have to check. Could you give me the case number and lead investigator?" He stammered, flustered. She read the information out to him.

"Grissom works nights; I'll have to track him down."

"It's about five now. How about we meet at six at your lab?"

"Ah, seven would probably be better." He stalled, wanting to get some idea of the case beforehand. "Might take awhile to find Grissom."

"Okay, seven it is."

As soon as the connection was broken, Cavallo dialed Ecklie's extension. "Conrad, I need you to find a case file for me and bring it to my office ASAP."

"I'm not a damn secretary!" Ecklie groused to himself, annoyed by his boss's ineptitude with the LIMS (Laboratory Information Management System). "Grissom, you lucky bastard, why does all this stuff just fall into your lap?"

"I don't see anything here that links this to a serial." Ecklie stated as he went over the data with Cavallo. "Of course, Grissom tends to procrastinate when it comes to paperwork." He added, to draw attention to the fact that he was always prompt in that area.

"Gentlemen, what do we have?" Rory Atwater asked from the door.

"Rory, we were just looking over the case file, such as it is." Cavallo greeted.

"Brass is on his way. When will Grissom arrive?"

"Uh, I need to call him. I wanted to get an idea of the case, first." He explained, then picked up his phone. He dialed Grissom's home phone, to get the answering machine. Then he dialed his cell, only to be routed to voice mail. He repeated the procedure to the same results with the numbers listed for Catherine Willows. "No answer for either of them."

"Maybe he was in the shower or something. Here, I'll try." Atwater offered, hitting the speed dial for Grissom on his cell. He was thinking Grissom probably just didn't want to talk to his boss. Cavallo wasn't on his list of favorite people, either.