Las Vegas 6:12 am

It was a grisly scene. A total bloodbath with nothing standing upright. Gil Grissom turned toward his team as Catherine Willows spoke up, "another one. This makes what, three?" Grissom nodded and the team dispersed. Sara Sidle and Nick Stokes working the upstairs, Catherine- the downstairs, Warrick Brown- the perimeter and Grissom taking the body.

"David, what's the COD?" Grissom asked.

"Gunshot to the head. She's also got a sock in her mouth…" the assistant coroner said, removing said sock and putting it in the evidence bag Grissom was holding. "That mean anything to you?" He asked, noticing the frustrated look on the supervisors face.

"Well, this is exactly like two other cases we've had." He answered, "They took place while you were at that conference."

David nodded in understanding. "Well, she's all yours now."

Back at the lab 1pm

"What do you think this meeting's about, Cath?" Sara asked, walking down the hallway towards Grissom's office.

"Honestly?" Sara nodded, "I have no idea," Catherine said simply, "but it better be good. I'm missing time with Lindsey for this." She pulled open the door to the office to find Warrick, Nick, and Grissom waiting for them.

"Sheesh. What took so long?" Nick asked jokingly. Sara slapped him over the head, "Not nice, Sar. Not nice." Sara glared at him. "Anyways. Warrick, you're up."

"Uh, ok. Well, Nicky and I were getting no where and we decided to see whether or not there were any cases that at least partially matched ours. We found seven." Sara and Catherine looked at each other incredulously, "And they were all in the lovely city of Miami, Florida." Warrick said smugly, as if this solved the case by itself. "We, being the wonderful three that we are, called them up. Sara, we've elected you and uh… Nick to go pick them up from the airport." Nick looked up in surprise, "Take two cars." With that, Warrick physically shoved Sara and Nick into the hall, "their flight lands at 2:45. Don't be late."

Miami 9:32 am

"Argh!" Ryan Wolfe yelled, causing several heads to turn at the usually calm CSI, "I HATE this case!"

Laughing, Eric Delko walked over to him, grabbed the files he was waving around like a kite, shook his head, and said, "Calm down. Your first serial always gets frustrating. Don't worry, we'll find him, ok?" 'I hope' he added silently.

"How are you not going crazy? Honestly, how can you stay so calm when the guy is out there killing people and we're no where near close to catching him! We're going around in circles!"

With those remarks a laugh was heard from the door where Calleigh Duquesne looked at them with a smirk on her face. "Believe me, we're frustrated. All of us are. Anyways, H said he wants us in his office now." Sensing a question, she spoke quickly, "He said something about a phone call."

…

"You wanted to see us?" Eric stuck his head through the door before being shoved in by Calleigh.

"Yes. If all of you would come in and close the door we can begin." Everyone looked around uneasily as they complied because it seemed that Horatio was implying something bad had happened. "We have what I think is a breakthrough in the case." The tension in the room was lifted as they all smiled. "The killer has left Miami and has gone to Las Vegas; there have been three murders there now." Smiles turned into frowns, "I suggest that all of you go home now and pack. Meet back here and we'll head over to the airport."

"We're going to Vegas?" Ryan said, wide-eyed. "All of us?" Horatio nodded and sent his underlings home to get ready for the flight.