Chapter 9:

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Spoilers: None that I know of...

Summary for this chapter: Eric has finally been released, will we find out if he's the Reaper? Or will it be too late, yet again....

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Brass paced around the interrogation room, as Kacee sat limply in the chair, watching the look of anger grow more and more on Eric's face.

"You can't just keep me locked in here!" Eric said, slamming his hands down on the table.

Kacee sighed, looking up at Brass as he passed, "He's right..."

Brass sighed, mumbling a few selective curse words under his breath, as he gave a wave of the hand, and the officer at the door, who came over, un cuffing Eric, as he stood up, rubbing his wrists. "I'll get you for harassment!" Eric growled, as he left the room, as Ecklie stormed into the room.

"What was the point of this?! You took up a perfectly good interrogation room for hours!" He roared. Kacee couldn't help but use her mind and draw horns and a little goatee on him, watching him breathe fire when he talked. He'd make a good grim reaper, the last person someone would want to see before they died, Kacee thought to herself.

"We were trying to see if a missing woman would be called in, we haven't found his latest victim yet, and the girls go missing before we find their bodies." Jim tried explaining, but it was like talking to a brick wall.

"You've got your first warning," Ecklie snapped.

"I am a detective, not a CSI, you have no authority over me," Brass growled out his last words, before leaving the interrogation room.

Kacee got up from her chair, and went out as well. She jogged up, and walked quickly, beside an angry Jim Brass.

"We did the best we could, we couldn't hold him for much longer. Hell, we held him longer then we really should've," Kacee said, looking at Brass while they walked.

Brass chewed his bottom lip, as his face was tight with anger. "We could've had him, Kacee, this could've been our shot to get this bastard!" Jim growled out.

"Why don't we step outside, get some air?" Kacee offered.

"I don't want air," Jim said gruffly as they walked.

Kacee had to hide the growing grin on her face, at how much like a child he sounded right there, cutting his nose off to spite his face. Like a mother who told her son he couldn't have this toy, but she'd buy him that toy. He didn't want that toy, and right now, Brass didn't want air. He, right now, reminded her a lot of her little boy.

Trying to hide it or not, Brass noticed her wavering grin, "What?" He asked, a little more harshly then he had originally intended.

Kacee smiled a bit, "Nothing it's just...you remind me a lot of my little boy," Kacee said, chuckling a bit.

Brass softened a bit, grinning his lopsided grin. "Oh yeah? It must be hard to be away from him for so long."

"You have no idea," Kacee whispered.

Brass was about to speak, when they ran into Grissom in the hall. "Hey, how'd the drilling go?"

Brass sighed through his gritted teeth, "Went right out the door, we didn't get a thing from him."

Grissom put on his quizzical face, as you could always tell he was thinking. "You got your Grissom look again.." Brass noted.

"Ah the war is already won, but the battle plays on, the chase begins." Grissom said, before walking around them.

"You know, I stopped trying to understand him, it can't be good for the head," Brass sighed, "You get what he meant?"

"I think... in a way, he's saying..that in the end, we'll get this guy, so the war is already won, but as we haven't got him, as of yet, the battle plays on...and the chase part... is anyone's guess." Kacee said, running a hand through her curls.