Chapter 2

Impossible

Disclaimer: Just using the character. They are not mine.

Rating: PG

Grissom walked into the break room to hand out assignments. Looking around he noticed that Sara was not there.

"It's her night off." Catherine spoke up knowing what he was looking for. The others smiled holding in their giggles.

Grissom sat up as if he knew and that's not what he was looking for. "I know Catherine. Here, a DB was found on a horse ranch just outside of town. Take Greg with you. Nick, Warrick a drive by shooting it a not so friendly neighborhood. Sofia is there getting statements as we speak. Ok, see you all later."

They all stood and headed out to their destinations.

Catherine and Greg rolled up to the address on the assignment sheet.

"Wholly cow. That house looks like a country club." Greg stated.

"Yeah. Looks like there's some money involved with this."

She parked next to Brass' car and they got out. When they walked into the building it hit them.

"This isn't a house Greg. It's a barn."

From the outside it looked like a house. There were stalls on both sides. The steel fronts were painted white and the wooden slats were shellacked to a high gloss. Each horse had it's own name plate, halter and lead, and brushes on the doors. The 14 foot wide concrete alleyway was clean enough to eat off of. Catherine and Greg stood in awe.

"Looks like these horses live the good life." Greg stated.

Brass motioned them to come further down the hall. Once they got to him he pointed to an open stall. "Out BD is in there. No they was no horse stalled in there at the time. Sheila Parker, 19, Vegas drivers licence and this is her place of residence according to it. However the property doesn't belong to her. Boy over there found her and called 911. He also lives here and speaks very little English. We have a translator on route."

Greg and Catherine looked in at the body. "Ok Greg." and she looked at him.

"Well, the vic was cleaning the stall by hand. The bucket..." he leaned over and smelled the water then stuck gloved hand into the water, "has pine sol in it and the water is still warm. Her attacker obviously surprised her. She was stuck in the head several times from the spatter. Who ever attacked her did it with the intention of just killing her. No weapon present at the body so either he took it with him or put it back."

"Good Greg. It's a very good theory." And they began to collect evidence and photograph everything in the one stall for the moment.

They spent several hours going over the scene and areas surrounding the stall. Catherine walked into what appeared to be a lab. Microscopes, autoclathe, incubator, and other instruments were neatly placed on the large counter top. She began to open cupboards finding various medications, and first aid supplies for the horses. The next room she entered was a large tack area. several saddles were on racks and many bridles hung neatly on the wall. She looked for a possible weapon but came up empty. She photographed everything then walked out to talk with Brass.

"Hey, get anything more out of the kid?"

"Yeah, he said Mr. G took him in several months ago. He said he has no parents. 'Mr. G.' and the vic gave him a roof over his head, food, and were teaching him English and some kinda home schooling for him. In return he helped with the horses."

"How old is he?"

"He says he's 14 but I think he's closer to 10. You know how it is Catherine, family comes across the border, gets separated and who knows where these kids end up."

"Yeah, what's going to happen to him now?"

"Well he's refusing to leave the horses so I've got a uniform going to stay with him. He says without him the horses won't get their breakfast or pens cleaned. I don't know."

"Well what about this Mr. G.?"

"According to the boy he left around 6 this evening with two horses bound for Denver. He's expected back in a few hours."

"Ok. Well Greg and I are going to head back to the lab and start processing. Let me know when Mr. G gets back."

"Will do."

Several hours back at the lab Catherine was in autopsy with Robbins when her pager went off. 'Mia, 911.'

"Thanks, Doc. Gotta run."

She quickly made her way to the DNA lab. "What did you find that's so important?"

"Ok, I took the blood from around the finger nails of your vic and ran is though CODIS. No hits there but I did find something else. The blood is male and has 7 out of 15 markers in common with someone suggesting possible parental relationship." She handed Catherine the print out.

"Are you sure? Run it again."

"I did several times the results are the same."

"Who else knows about this?"

"No one. That's why I paged you and you alone."

"Ok, for now this is between us til I can get this figured out. Thanks Mia."

She walked out of the lab staring at the printout as if it was written in Chinese. Her legs carried her unconsciously through the halls. She knocked.

"Hey, you and I need to have a talk." she said closing the door. She walked up sat down and sighed. "Gil you and I have been friends for a very long time. And I know that there are things about you that I don't know and things you don't want me to know."

"Where are you going with this Catherine?"

"Ok, my DB tonight had blood on her finger nails. It came back male but no hits in CODIS. However we got a hit on 7 of the 15 markers."

"Suggesting a parent or child."

"Well we're looking for the child end of it. I know who the parent DNA is."

"Who?"

"You."

"What? Give me that." he grabbed the piece of paper and his mouth fell open.

"I didn't believe it myself Gil. But Mia ran is several times each result the same. We don't know of a certian age to put with this to ask you where you were and when. So right now I'm stuck. But I thought there might have been one of those one special night things for you years ago."

He glared over her glasses at her. "I can't remember. Are you sure this is right?" changing the subject back to the DNA test.

"Yes, it's right. Now think Gil. According to the boy at the scene his employer is close to 25. So think where were you 25 years ago."

"I was still working for the L.A. coroners office. I think."

"Ok, good. Now did you date, meet anyone special? Think Gil." Just then her cell phone rang.

"Willows"

"It's Jim, you might want to come back out to the scene alone. Mr. G just got back and you have no idea who he looks like."

"I'm guessing he looks like Grissom." She looked and Grissom and he looked at her.

"How did you know?"

"I'll explain it when I get there." She hung up and looked into those ice blue eyes that spoke of nothing but confusion. "The owner of the ranch just got back. I'm going to head out and talk with him. I want you to stay here and think who you may have slept with 25 years ago. And don't worry, I won't mention anything to Sara." she winked at him as she left.

So it was obvious to Catherine about he and Sara. But could he really have a son that he never knew about. And just so happens to live in Vegas and is a suspect in a murder investigation.