"Hellooo, Warrick." Gil Grissom cheerfully answered his cell phone. Expecting the familiar, curt `Grissom', Warrick Brown was stunned speechless for a second. This could not be his stoic boss answering in a style reminiscent of the Big Bopper and `Chantilly Lace'. Warrick assumed Grissom spent every waking hour at the crime lab, but screams and giggles in the background implied Grissom was most certainly, not, at the lab.

"Grissom?" Warrick tentatively asked.

"Yes, how's Phoenix?"

"Okay, that sounds more like Grissom." Warrick thought, regaining some semblance of professionalism, he launched into a report. "Rob had a search warrant waiting, we checked out the car and got a map of our suspect's trip. I got a positive for blood from the trunk, which I'll bring back for comparison to Frank Leland. She went to LA. Rob caught a plane out there to see what he can dig up. Before she left Phoenix, she went to a long-term airport parking area; Chloe and I are on our way to follow up on that. After LA, she drove to Vegas, straight to The Magness. The car didn't move again until Wednesday morning; direct trip back to Phoenix. Given the time frame, she barely broke the speed limit. I don't think she's worried about getting caught."

"Well, you are looking for a blonde. Turns out Greg was right, she dyed her hair then took it out using the product he mentioned."

"Really?"

"She registered at the Magness under the name of Connie Henson from Denver and she used a valid credit card. We searched the room and found hair dye in the sink drain and Clairol Uncolor in the tub drain. Brass has a contact in the Denver PD so he's following that lead."

"Uh, Gris. Where are you?" Warrick asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Mandalay Bay Beach, it's Lindsey's birthday party. I'm helping Catherine keep an eye on her and her friends. They're all in the wave pool."

"Oh, Man! I totally forgot it's Linds's birthday."

"We're having a very nice…." Grissom trailed off.

"Gris? What's going on?" Warrick inquired after a pregnant pause.

"Uh, nothing. I just spotted Catherine on her way back from the wave pool."

"Well, have fun." Warrick laughed, breaking the connection.

"What?" Chloe asked as Warrick continued to chuckle.

"Grissom just locked up. That doesn't happen very often. Man, I don't care who the guy is or how much self-control he has. Catherine in a wet bikini…and, BAM! Sensory overload. Oh, hey, here's the parking area, make a left."

"Surveillance camera, up to the right. Looks like it gets a pretty clean shot of the driver." Warrick commented as Chloe stopped to pick up a parking ticket. They made a slow pass through the parking lot then returned to the exit.

"Pull over and park here. I'll go ask one of the attendants who we can contact to view the surveillance video." Chloe watched Warrick jog over to the nearest booth containing a person. `God, he is built!' She thought as she admired the view. After a short conversation, he jogged back.

"We turn left out of the exit, the next building we come to houses the watchmen. They monitor the security feed from there. She told me they keep tapes indefinitely; insurance against false car theft claims."

A few minutes later, they introduced themselves to Charlie Powell, Shift Security Manager for Sky Long Term Parking. Charlie, a tall lanky man, in his late twenties or early thirties, had decided to combat premature baldness by shaving the remaining fringe of sparse blonde hair from his head.

"How can I help you?" Charlie inquired after studying their respective badges.

"We'd like to view the tapes of the entrance and exit surveillance cameras. This is in conjunction with a murder investigation."

"Okay, we gotta a lot of tapes, you have any idea when you want to look?" Charlie asked, once they were settled in chairs in front of a bank of monitors.

"Ah, yes. Our suspect picked up a rental on the fifteenth around one PM, a maroon Buick LeSabre. I have the license plate number here, somewhere." Chloe searched through her briefcase. "Here we go. According to the GPS tracking data, she came here then left for L.A. I think it would be easiest to find the rental car on the entrance surveillance tapes, try to get a clear shot of the driver then backtrack to the vehicle she left parked here."

"Alrighty, then." Charlie enthused. He was already mentally comprising the tale he would spin for his wife when he returned home this evening. He quickly thumbed through a logbook, located the ID number for the tape and retrieved it. After loading the tape, he fast forwarded for a while then began stopping periodically to check the time stamp. One PM rolled up so he played the tape at normal speed until the car came into view. He paused the tape on a frame with the clearest view of the driver. All three peered at the driver, memorizing her features and dress.

"Okay, let's go backward and look for her." Chloe instructed.

"Ya know, it might be a little easier to check the parking lot footage and see what vehicle she went to, assuming that's the one she drove in." Charlie offered.

"That is an excellent idea, Charlie!"

"Well, I watch all kinds of crime solving shows on TV." Charlie demurred. He consulted the logbook again, retrieved the appropriate tape and they watched as the Buick made it's way through the lot until it came to a stop. They watched as the woman opened the hatch of a dark colored SUV then transferred bags to the waiting sedan.

"SUV, I think it's a Pathfinder." Warrick mumbled.

"Good job, Charlie. Now, we need to find that SUV." Charlie beamed at her praise then began a backward search through the entrance tape.

"I think that's her!" He exclaimed, pausing the frame on a dark blue Nissan Pathfinder.

"Wyoming plates." Warrick recognized the bucking bronc with cowboy ensconced in the saddle. "Archie can clean this up enough to get the plate numbers."

"So, there she is." Chloe murmured.

TBC