Gil Grissom felt he needed to catch up and the best way to do that was hold a meeting. The team for the Leland Murder case had grown, with each member chasing a lead. He sent a page through Outlook informing them of a meeting and Chinese, on the City of Las Vegas, in the break room at 2300 hours.

"Warrick, what did Michael Redding turn over?" Grissom inquired while filling a paper plate with food.

"Dr. Leland's wallet and a credit card holder with ID for Vanessa Thomas. We printed everything and got a match to the suspect. Ronnie is working on the stuff from her; he's sure it's forged but it's high quality so it'll take him some time. Brass had Michael look at the photos Archie enlarged of the suspect putting the bags in the car. He IDed the bags as the ones he found behind the Dumpster and that he saw her carry them from the vicinity of the Stargazer Motel to the Dumpster."

"I take it he couldn't identify that she came from a specific room or floor of the Stargazer?" Grissom asked, when Warrick shook his head in the negative, he moved on. "Greg?"

"Um, basically the compounds in the beer match the comparison spectra. Doc Robbins looked over those and the Leland Tox results with me. I really need to do a lot more reading about brain chemistry `cause he lost me pretty quick." Greg couldn't resist punctuating his report with a couple of shoulder hitches imitating a nervous tic. Even Grissom couldn't keep a completely straight face; Greg aimed a sly, shy smile at Catherine. "Anyway, I've attached a copy of my report to the case file."

"Good. Catherine?"

"Archie and I went through the front desk videos. As you know, we never got a really clear shot of her face in the parking lot footage. We narrowed it down to two women; problem is, one is a redhead and the other a blonde. I'm not sure either one of them is her. She might have an accomplice."

"She could have dyed her hair." Greg interjected.

"Her hair was past her shoulders. We're looking at an approximate six-month cycle. It takes longer than that to grow shoulder length hair. I mean, if she dyed her hair each time she killed a guy, she'd have really short hair or it would be evident that it had been dyed."

"Not if, she used the right kind of temporary dye, and Clairol makes a great product called Uncolor that will take it right out." Greg parried. "Of course, using it too often will damage your hair…." He trailed off; realizing every eye in the room was focused on him.

"We'll take your word for it." Grissom spoke to break the silence. "Cath, please continue."

"Next, the car is a rental from Cody Rent-A-Car in Phoenix. I called them and they're holding it. It was returned Wednesday afternoon and it's already been cleaned so we probably won't get much there. However, Vanessa Thomas from Provo, Utah was the last renter, for a week, and she drove it quite a ways. They use AER-IQ on their rentals to catch people taking a car cross-country. He can retrieve her whole trip for us from the GPS data base; but, he inferred it would take a warrant to get it."

"Umm, it's tough to get out of state warrants on Saturday."

"People frequently get very cooperative when an FBI badge is flashed. I have a favor owed me that, I think, could grease the wheels a little. I'll take care of the warrant." Rob volunteered.

"I'm a firm believer in making good use of all one's resources. Warrick, you're free, I'd like for you to accompany Chloe and Rob to Phoenix."

"Okay." Warrick hesitantly replied. It was a request, not an order, and Chloe was the most gorgeous FBI agent he'd ever laid eyes on…..but, he was supposed to referee some basketball games for the local youth organization.

"Catherine, let's match the blonde and the redhead to the guest registration, just so we leave no stone unturned. And, I'd like to search those rooms at the Magness." Grissom picked up a jar and unscrewed the lid. "Dessert, anyone?" He offered before popping a piece of chocolate in his mouth. Forewarned by the groans accompanying his offer, Chloe and Rob cautiously studied the jar while Catherine carefully chose one.

"Is that a, ah, a grasshopper?" Chloe asked, studying the morsel Catherine held.

"Yeah, they're good. Try one, please?" Grissom coaxed.

"Are they….good?" Chloe arched an incredulous eyebrow at Catherine.

"The chocolate is excellent. It covers up, anything else….and, it makes him happy. Try imagining the crunchy part as a Butterfinger, only it doesn't stick to your teeth." Catherine whispered. Collecting her courage, Chloe selected a small one with a seemingly exorbitant amount of chocolate. Rob passed; he had no interest in attempting to impress Gil Grissom, especially if it meant ingesting chocolate covered insects!

TBC