Catherine Willows paused in the doorway. Gil Grissom, comfortably ensconced in his chair, was on the phone. He looked up, smiled and gestured for her to take the chair opposite his desk as he continued the conversation. After a few `umm hmms' and a `thanks for the update', he hung up and looked at her expectantly.

"What was that about?"

"Chloe. She and Rob are on their way to Sheridan, Wyoming."

"Wow! How'd they get to there?"

"Airplane and now a rental car."

"Cute, bugman." She wrinkled her nose and returned his smirk.

"Well, Warrick has taken on God status with a certain FBI agent." He baited her further having received the response he desired to his teasing.

"Really? Umm, interesting, I like it when Warrick makes a good impression with an attractive, intelligent female. He needs to find a good woman."

"I thought, he was dating a Flight Attendant? What was her name? Jody, Josie?"

"Joanie. That ended a while ago."

"What happened?"

"She had entirely too much time and he didn't have enough."

"Ah, well, at least, he got a trip to the Grand Caymens out of it."

"Yeah. Sooo…what'd he do?"

"Apparently, he worked the video from the airport parking area at a copy center in Phoenix rather than bring it back here for Archie. Then, she called somebody, who called somebody, who got somebody with the Wyoming DMV to go in on a Sunday and run the plates of the SUV. In the meantime, she met up with Rob in Denver. A neighbor at `Connie Henson's' apartment complex recognized her from the photo and confirmed that she drives a dark blue Nissan Pathfinder with Wyoming plates."

"That still doesn't tell me why they're going to Wyoming. Why not wait in Denver?"

"The neighbor said `Connie Henson' is only there about one weekend a month."

"So, they're thinking…..what? An alternate life? Maybe split personality?"

"Well, whichever, it's smart. While the authorities are chasing `Connie Henson', she has a buffer and time to get away. But, I wonder, what could she have in place to warn her?"

"Not to mention the money involved here, multiple IDs and residents. She's throwing around some serious bucks. And, why drive to Phoenix from Wyoming to rent a car and drive to LA. Why not, just fly?"

"It is elaborate." He agreed. "Then again, she's been successful."

"Until now."

"They haven't caught her yet. Maybe she drove because she knew she'd have evidence to dispose of and she does that someplace safe, possibly at home in Wyoming. In all honesty, if Frank Leland hadn't had his UNLV ID in his front pocket, she probably would have gotten away with this one."

"You'd think, she would have checked all his pockets."

"She got sloppy, which, in the end, is what gets them all."

"Well, unless she has some `trophies' which link her to the other cases, I expect they'll want to prosecute here."

"Which means, we need to get all our ducks in a row."

"I'll get the evidence out and we can go back over it." She noted the slight smirk and the wicked little gleam in his eyes. "What?"

"Nothing."

"What?"

"I just….love it, when I'm up to my elbows, in evidence, with you."

"Riiiight! I can think of other things we could be, up to our elbows in, that might be more fun!"

"I suspect that, if I put my mind to it, I probably could too."

"How about we compare notes, later?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Well, it is Sunday night and it appears it's gonna be a slow one. Maybe, we can cut out early."

"Now, that, sounds….promising!"

TBC