Chapter 7

Grissom, Nick and Greg had just walked into Brass's office where they found him filling out some paper work. "Hey Brass, can you find an address for us?" asked Grissom.

"Sure thing, who is it?" asked Brass as he continued to fill out the paper work.

"A Jason Ferris," replied Greg.

"Give me a second, it shouldn't take me too long." Brass placed his pen down on the desk and looked straight at his computer. He opened the search database and typed in 'Ferris, Jason.' After five minutes of searching, he yelled, "Jason Ferris. Last known residence, 482 Santiago Drive."

Grissom nodded and led Nick and Greg out of the room and to their cars. However, when they walked out of the office, Grissom stopped Greg. "Are you sure you want to come?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm part of this investigation too, and if he tries to pull a move, I have you guys there too."

Grissom nodded and followed Greg out to the parking lot. They all piled into Grissom's car; Grissom driving, Nick in the passenger seat, and Greg sitting in the backseat. As they made their way to Jason Ferris's house, Greg wondered if Jason would even recognize him or if was even safe to go with Grissom and Nick. But Grissom was like his father and Nick was practically his brother, and they wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. They pulled up the house and got out of the car. The small house looked tranquil on the outside with a small garden in the front. They walked up to the green door and gently knocked on the door. An older looking man, around his forties, answered the door. "May I help you?" Jason said with his familiar voice that made Greg shudder.

"Hi, I'm Gil Grissom from the Crime Lab, these are my partners," said Grissom, thinking it best not to tell Jason Greg's name.

"We're here to ask you a few questions. Do you mind if we come in?" asked Nick.

"Sure, come on in." Grissom thanked Jason as he let the three men enter. Greg did his best to hide his face from Jason. Jason offered them a seat and Grissom sat on the couch with Nick as Greg stood up, facing the pictures on the wall. "Mr. Ferris, do you know a Tim and Lily Jennings?" asked Grissom.

"Yeah, I've known them for some years now. They're such a great couple," Jason said as he looked at Greg.

"When did you last see them?" asked Nick.

"About last week, why? Did something happen?"

"Unfortunately, they're both dead and their daughter is missing," informed Grissom.

"That's awful. They were my friends. At least they're with their friends in the sky," said Jason.

"What do you mean 'friends in the sky'?" asked Nick.

"Oh, a couple years ago, their friends were killed. Mr. and Mrs. Sanders. I use to work with Mr. Sanders, we were good friends."

"Kind of ironic all your friends end up dead, and in the same manner too," said Greg without looking at Jason.

"You implying something?" asked Jason.

"No, he's just real close friends of both families," said Grissom, thinking quickly.

"Yeah, you could say that he was like the Sander's own son," said Nick with a smile as Grissom elbowed him.

"Anyway, do you mind if we look around?" asked Grissom.

"Not to be rude or anything, but I'm undergoing a home re-decorating and I don't want anything disturbed, so I do mind," said Jason.

"Yeah right," muttered Greg.

Grissom looked at Greg with an evil look. "Where can we contact you if we have any other questions?" asked Nick.

"At my office. Here's my card," he said as he handed Nick his business card.

"We'll be in touch," said Grissom as he led everyone out. As they walked out the door, Jason followed and stopped Greg in his tracks. "You look very familiar, have I met you before?"

Greg looked at Jason. Of course you have you idiot, thought Greg, but he said, "I don't think so."

He quickly turned and walked out the door and to the car. He quickly got into the backseat and cradled his head in his hands. Nick turned and looked at Greg. "You okay?"

"Yeah. He's lying, I know it. Alex is in that house somewhere, that's why he wouldn't let us look around. I didn't see one remodeling kit in that house," said Greg.

"Calm down Greg. It's still very early in this case. We got time," said Grissom.

Greg nodded and Grissom drove away. As the car pulls away, Jason closes the door and quickly goes to his picture album and looks at the picture of the Sanders. He then pulls out a picture of the Sanders holding their four year old son. He looks closely and sees the resemblance between the kid in the picture and the man that was in his house. Jason then looks up with worried. Quickly, he runs to the window and watches the car drive away. "That was…? I'm in big trouble now," said Jason as he closed the curtains and sat down on the couch, contemplating what to do next.

TBC…

Please R&R! I know it's short, but hey, it's better then nothing, right?