Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: or anything pertaining to it

Author's note: Since I got lots of reviews asking for Grissom to meet his daughter, here it is. Reviews are encouraged as always.

Prologue

Catherine Willows and Nick Stokes had arrived first to the crime scene at a quarter after one in the morning. It was usually cold that night for Las Vegas in the middle of winter. Inside the abandoned warehouse, a grizzly murder awaited them. A young woman was bound to chair which was set in front of a vanity with a mirror, eyelids super glued open. Her feet were nailed to a wooden plank that was screwed to the concrete floor. She appeared to have been stabbed in the neck and allowed to bleed out. Just as Nick was getting his camera out to document the scene, Grissom and Sara pulled up in the Tahoe.

"What do we have?" Grissom asked

"Jane Doe, approximately 25 years of age. She was stabbed in the neck. Eyelids were glued open and her feet nailed to a plank that is secured to the floor." Catherine said, trying to keep her dinner down. Usually she could control this feeling, but tonight it seemed to be overwhelming her

In total silence Gil Grissom walked around the chair, the vanity, the victim, lost in thought. Racking his brain for a connection, he found one after he had circled for the third time.

"Okay then. Nick you document the crime scene with Sara. Catherine, I need you to come with me."

"Sure, just let me get my kit out of the Tahoe." Sara threw in

"Gil, what are you thinking?" Catherine asked, walking over to the Tahoe that Sara and Grissom came in

"There were five murders that had all these calling cards in Salt Lake a few months ago."

"You think it's the same guy?"

"It's looking like it. The way that the perpetrator conducted the murder was very unique."

"So if this is the same guy, then we're going to have to have a cross-jurisdiction investigation."

"We did it before, we can do it again."

Catherine slammed the passenger side door shut and Grissom started the motor up. The ride to the lab was a short one, only ten minutes, but the whole time Catherine couldn't let her mind ease up any. The murder was usually brutal, and a serial could be behind it. She hated serial, well she hated any murder, but serials where the ones that kept her up at night.

"Today is Lydie's birthday, Catherine."

"So it is, Valentines Day. She'll be 29 right?"

"Yeah, my daughter is 29 today."