Chapter 2:

The man stood in front of his commode, he had just vomited. He always did after. The man washed the blood from his hand then fell on his bed. His whole body shook. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

In the emergency room Greg questioned the man that had been attacked, as Grissom thought the man knew nothing. He had been looking at the lights when he felt a sharp pain in his back. The others returned from Fremont Street, although several people had been on the scene no one saw anything.

Sara walked into Grissom's office and sat in the chair across from him.

"Male in his late seventies," she said.

Grissom looked at her, "And?"

"And. This was in his pocket," she said handing him a piece of paper.

Grissom read it, his eyes seemed to get bigger, he reread it out loud.

"I have been able to locate the person you hired me to. Elizabeth Grissom is living in Las Vegas, Nevada. Enclosed you will find her home address and work information. The fee you originally gave me was sufficient. If there is anything else you need you have my number. Charles Wright, Private Investigator."

Along with the letter was complete information about his mother.

"What the hell," he said, "Who is he?"

"We have no idea," Sara said, "This and a key card for a hotel is all he had on him."

Grissom stood, "Let's go."

As they were leaving Grissom asked Wendy to find out all she could on Charles Wright.

Grissom and Sara walked into the man's room. They started looking through his belongings trying to find out who he was.

"Gil," Sara said handing him several pictures.

The man in the pictures was the deceased, the woman was his mother, much younger, but his mother. In just about all of them they were holding hands, in several others he had his arm around her waist.

"I found a Mississippi drivers license," Sara said, "Our John Doe is Marvin Rodger Watson from Port Smith, Mississippi. Who is he?"

"I have no idea," he said, "I need to get hold of Mom, obviously she knows him."

Grissom called the family that she was staying with, the husband said that he and his wife had just put Mrs. Grissom on a plane. He called the airport.

"Mom's plane is not supposed to get into Vegas until tomorrow," he said.

He called Wendy and added Watson's name to the list of people he wanted her to check up on.

Back at the lab Wendy told them that the private investigator had been killed in a car accident just last week. The only information she could gather was from a former partner. His wife knew nothing about the case.

"I was not able to find any family for Mr. Watson either," Wendy said, "I contacted the local authorities in Port Smith. Captain Waters said that Mr. Watson had not lived there very long, he sent me some general information."

"Brass pulled a few strings and got some more background on him from a friend of his that works for the feds," Nick added.

Grissom read from the papers that Wendy and Nick gave him.

"Says here that Watson was the only child of a Rodger and Vivian Watson, both deceased," Grissom said, "He worked for several years as a mechanic before moving here to Vegas. He relocated to Port Smith five years ago from someplace back east. Never married and no children."

"No next of kin," Greg said, stating the obvious.

"But what is his connection to my mother?" Grissom said.

Sara gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "I guess we will have to wait until tomorrow."

Grissom nodded his head, "There is nothing more we can do here, everyone head home. I'll meet my mothers plane tomorrow and question her."

Gil sat on the side of the bed and kicked off his shoes, the pictures of this man and his mother still on his mind.

"She never said anything to me about him," he said as he finished getting ready for bed.

"Do you think they were lovers?" Sara questioned.

Gil laid down, "I don't know. I know she loved my father deeply."

Sara snuggled close to him, "I could tell by the way she talked about him."

Gil kissed the top of her head and gently ran his hand down her arm. Sara kissed his chest and slowly ran her hand down, stopping just above his waist band. She was waiting for a reaction from him, not really sure if he wanted to make love, considering what he had been through. He moaned softly, raised his hips and removed his sleeping pants. Sara smiled and slipped out of her nightie. Easing her down he kissed her softly.

"I love you," he whispered, his hands exploring familiar intimate places.

Using all he knew about her body Gil brought her to the peak of pleasure, eased her back and took her there again. This time Sara shuttered as her climax cascaded throughout her body, sending every nerve into overdrive. Gil kissed her as he entered her. Words of love were whispered, gently caresses and kisses exchanged. Gil held back as long as he could, increasing their pleasure. Unable to control himself any longer he held himself deep inside her as his climax over took him.

Sara pulled his face close to hers, "I love you."

Gil eased off her and nestled her in his arms. Sleep soon found them.