The scissor kick to the head should have tipped him off. Perhaps if his head had been on the receiving end of Sara's powerful kick he would have picked up on it. Alas it was not meant to be. Which is why 2 weeks after the aforementioned incident Grissom stood and watched the scene in the interrogation room with his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Catch many flies with that mouth, Gil" The man said his name with hard, bitter edge. Grissom turned around to face a man only a little older than himself.

"Jack... Agent Bristow" Grissom acknowledged the other man with a raised eyebrow. The man made him nervous, though he could not quite figure out why. Jack didn't even look at him before entering the interrogation room to deal with the suspect.

"Sara" Jack shouted to the young women who was currently holding the blond English suspect against the wall by his throat. Not enough to choke him; just enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Sara" he shouted again. The young women turned around breathless from her "interrogation" of the suspect.

"Daddy?"

Two week earlier

It looked like a typical B and E gone wrong to the cops who had broken through the door in a seedy apartment building after the neighbors complained about the smell. The owner of the building was no where to be found and after repeated attempts to reach him, the police had finaly broken the door down. CSI's Grissom and Sidle were called to the scene.

"Dead about seven days. Throat slashed." David said kneeling next to the body. "Autopsy should tell us more"

"You always say that" Sara told him, pausing briefly from photographing the body.

"Well its always true"

"Ok" Said Grissom, "Let's role him."

"A lot of bruising. Looks pre-mortem. Several cuts across his chest. Definite vital response. Hmm. Take a look at this." Sara and Grissom knelt down beside the body to get a better look at what David was pointing out.

"Tattoo of an eye on the hand. Not that common, even in Vegas. Sara, get a photo of this" Sara lifted her camera, aiming at the hand with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She didn't know why she could not bring herself to look at his hand before that moment but as soon as the tattoo came into focus within her view finder she knew why.

"Rambaldi" She whispered grimly.