A/N: So here is another update in my story and be warned it's drawing to an end. Skidmen uses some strong language here.
Disclaimer: If I actually was a real writer for the show you wouldn't be reading the story here this would most likely be an episode seen on T.V. but i'm not and i don't own anyone and I mean anyone except, Eliz and Erin Craig, Oliver Limbaugh, Andrew Hickcock, and Frank Skedmen and i'll just have to live with that.
Frank Skidmen was a man in his late forties with salt and pepper hair. He leaned back in the chair in the interrogation room as he awaited to be questioned. On the other side of the glass in the observation room stood Jim Brass, Andrew Hickcock, Oliver Limbaugh, Gil Grissom, and Greg Sanders. There was complete silence for minutes on end when Brass decided to break it, "So who wants to question the guy. I mean the guy seems like a real dirt bag. This guys from Seattle so if you Seattle people want to have at him by all means I'll let you."
"Thank you Captain Brass, but if you wish to join me you can," replied Oliver.
Brass and Oliver left the observation room and quickly entered the interrogation room. Brass entered first followed by Oliver. Frank sat up in his chair. "Oh look who it is. A little far from home don't you think Detective Limbaugh," said Frank giving a wide grin Oliver's way.
"I wouldn't be talking Skidmen you're already in serious trouble and I mean serious trouble for braking out of jail, but to kill a CSI that's something else," said Oliver.
"Hold up there I didn't kill no body since I broke out."
"Then how do you explain you're fingerprints on the murder weapon?" asked Oliver.
"I don't know. Maybe someone put them there, but by all means I didn't commit murder, why would I do that I broke out to get away not get caught again."
"You had it out for Erin ever since she put you in that jail cell and you're telling me you didn't go after her when you broke out?"asked Oliver.
"That Erin Craig chick. Yeah I had it out for her. I wanted revenge, but to kill her no that's not revenge at all or not the kind I'd take. I'd probably pay her visit and hit around a bit, but killing isn't my thing."
"You were put in jail for the murder of your wife, two children, and your mistress you dumb ass and you're telling me killing isn't your thing," yelled Oliver.
"Killing isn't my thing when it comes to revenge killing. I mean what sort of revenge do you get. You can't torture them for years and that's the way to go for real revenge."
"Then tell me Mister Skidmen, what were you doing with Erin Craig's credit card?" asked Brass.
"I found it."
"Where did find it Skidmen?" asked Oliver angerly.
"I don't remember."
"Try!" said Oliver through gritted teeth Skidmen just wanted to drag things on as long as possible.
"Out side the market store. You see I knew Erin was coming to Vegas it was why I broke out I didn't want to lose track of her so I could never get revenge a couple of guys that had grudges against her just as much as I did help me break out and a few of them got out as well. Now I was going to the store to buy some food with some cash I had picked up. I found a credit card on the ground and figured that person must of had full hands and not noticed that they'd dropped it. I was going to return it to the store manager hoping I would get some sort of reward for returning it, but when I noticed her name it was to good to be true. I figured that was how I could start my revenge on her."
"That doesn't explain why you're prints and you're prints only were found on the murder weapon," said Oliver.
"For that last time I didn't kill her. Like I said other guys who had it out for her escaped with me. Maybe one of them is framing me. I have no idea who killed her but I'd like to shake hands with the person who did," replied Frank. "I'd like to go now."
"You're not going anywhere Skidmen. You're being brought back to Seattle and put back in a cell to complete your time," said Oliver.
"Well can't I walk around of course in handcuffs. I know the rules after all Limbaugh?" asked Frank.
Oliver looked over at Brass after all this was Brass' decision. Brass nodded his head toward the officer at the door. The officer put Skidmen's hands in the cuffs in front of Skidmen. The door was opened and they started down the hall. Skidmen looked up from his feet to see the spiting image of Erin Craig standing some distance away in front of him talking to a young brunette and Andrew Hickcock standing casually standing in the waiting area of the police department. "Impossible," he said and before any one could react he threw the officer escorting him aside and ran at the what he believed to be Erin.
Frank Sikdmen pinned Eliz against the wall before she knew what hit her. "You bitch, you can't be here I killed you. I shoved a fucking knife sharpener through your gut and watched you die in your own bed," screamed Frank.
Tears slid down Eliz's face as Frank kept pushing her into the wall yelling at repeatedly how she was suppose to be dead. "Please stop. I didn't do anything to you," she cried
"Didn't do anything, didn't do anything you put me in jail for killing Heather, you bitch."
Eliz felt the wait lift from her as Oliver pulled Frank off her along with other. "Get off of her," Oliver yelled.
"I killed her she's suppose to be dead. There's no way in hell she would have survived," yelled Frank.
"Erin was my sister Mister Skidmen. I didn't do anything to you," cried Eliz.
"I'll take that as you're confession Skidmen," said Oliver.
"Get him out of here," said Brass.
"What you fucking tricked me. You used her to make me confess. You'll be sorry. I'll get out again and hunt you all down," said Skidmen.
Greg walked over to Eliz and Grissom stood with Oliver and Brass. Sara as well stood with Eliz. "Eliz what happened? Why are you here?" asked Greg gently.
"I'll tell you why because he sent her here," said Sara pointing at Andrew. She walked over to him getting in his face. "You're a real jerk you know that."
"Excuse me Miss. Sidle, but I don't know what you are talking about," replied Andrew.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Mister Hickcock. You sent Eliz here because you knew the likely hood of Skidmen giving a confession was slim to none. So yo send Eliz here to make sure he does. She's just lost her sister to the guy and you put her in harms way just for a confession. You took advantage of her distraught and tired body. She could have gotten hurt. All you cared about was getting you're stupid confession so it makes you look better and you don't care if it hurts other. You're the worst supervisor ever. A supervisor is suppose to protect and help their team members not use them to their advantage."
"I don't like you're attitude Miss Sidle. You come up to me and embarrass me in front of me and put me down," replied Hickcock.
"I don't care what you think about my attitude."
"I think I'm going to have to bring this outburst of yours up with your supervisor," said Hickcock.
"Incase you forgot my supervisor is standing with Oliver who seems to care more about the people around him than you do and with all honesty I think my supervisor would agree with me here."
"Than let it be known that your assistant director will know about it."
"Ecklie may be a real jerk at times, but he cares more about the people in the lab then you do and he has more brains then you do."
"I will not take this from you I am your superior. I am a supervisor."
"You're not my supervisor," said Sara a turned away she joined Eliz and Greg in which they escorted Eliz back to the lab.
Slowly everyone else who had watched what happened left Andrew Hickcock standing in the hallway alone.
A/N: Once again this story is coming to a close there will be ethier one or two more chapters. I would love some reviews. What did you think of Hickcock? What did you think of what Sara said to Hickcock? What is your Opion of the other OC's? anything like that would be nice to know.
