Brass and Greg arrived at the hospital 20 minutes later.
Hemsworth was cuffed to his bed and already talking to Sara and Nick.
"We wanted to start a new life somewhere in the South. We had no idea where we'd wanted to go yet, but we just knew we wanted to be together. But Ellen knew her husband wouldn't let her go that easily, so we decided to give him no choice... It was Ellen's idea to frame him with Miles' murder..."
"Why him? How did you decide it was Miles who had to die for your plan?" Sara asked.
"Because it needed to look real. It was supposed to look like an act of jealousy. Miles and Ellen were really close, we thought he was perfect for the plan..." Hemsworth tried to explain something neither of the CSIs could comprehend.
"You chose him BECAUSE they were close...?" Nick asked almost in disbelieve.
"He was a nice guy but... We needed to be together. So I did it. I killed him and she placed the gun and the shirt in the closet. The next day we tried to play cool. I was supposed to be on vacation, after all, so I checked into a hotel. I couldn't go home. The day after that day we were supposed to meet up at the hotel. But she didn't show up. Instead, her husband came... He forced me to come with him, he had a gun and all... So I did. He beat me up in that storage room and left me there to die..." Hemsworth kept talking and talking. They weren't even sure he realized he was just confessing to a murder, due to the fact that he went a few days without eating and drinking, but they were just glad he kept spilling his guts out.
"What about the tissue?" Nick pulled a picture of it and showed it to him. "Do you know how it ended up at Ellen's murder scene?"
Hemsworth took a good look at it. "I gave it to her. She wanted something from me for the day we weren't able to see each other, the day after the murder... Can you take me home now, please?"
They now were sure he didn't know what he was actually doing right now.
"I'm sorry, you won't be getting home for a long time, Carl..." Brass said while walking out the room.
Greg sat in front of his locker. It's been a long, complicated case and he was exhausted. He was looking forward to his bed, to finally get the long-overdue sleep.
"There you are!" Julian walked in.
Greg sighed. "Not now, Julian. Can this wait until tomorrow?"
"I just wanted to check on you. I heard what happened with the suspect in interrogation!" He sat down next to Greg. "Are you alright?"
Greg looked at Julian, not knowing what to say or how to act. He seemed to be truly worried. Greg couldn't remember Julian showing any sign of caring for anyone else but himself – and maybe Ray - before. "I... Uhm... Yeah." He nodded. "I'm fine."
"Well I'm really glad to hear that." Julian looked into Greg's eyes.
An uncomfortable silence followed.
"...Okay..." Greg said a bit anxious. What the hell was going on with Julian? "And you... you're alright, too?" He asked because he didn't know what else to say.
Julian nodded while smiling at Greg. "Yeah, now that I know you're alright, I am..."
"Good... good..." Greg said with a factitious smile on his face.
Another uncomfortable silence followed, then Julian gave Greg a hug.
He winced, not knowing what was going on. He had a rattled look on his face.
Julian gently stroke Greg's shoulder and got up. "Have a nice day, Greg." He left, leaving Greg very confused. After sitting in the locker room for a few minutes, his puzzled impression not leaving his face, Greg finally got up and went home, trying to forget the whole day, especially the last few minutes with Julian.
Ende.
