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Chapter 10

We are standing in front of the Three Aces Motel. There are 3 cars and one bike in the parking lot. The forefront of the motel is built in Mexican style. It has a salmon–pinkish color and the roof is blue. What's with the colors here in Vegas? Are all the contractors colorblind? It isn't one of the finer motels of Vegas, the price of a room gives the quality pretty much away.

Catherine introduces me to Captain Jim Brass. Former supervisor of the Graveyard shift. Now demoted back to homicide. That must be like stepping back in time. So the man that I saw the other day in front of HQ finally has a name. He wishes me good luck and welcomes me on the team. Maybe Catherine could learn something from this man.

"So it's room 202?" He asks. He is all business again.

"Yup" Catherine says. "I can't wait to see his face when he finds out that he is tricked by the police." She adds.

I see a little twinkle in her eyes. Brass takes out his radio and asks the officer on the hallway if everyone is ready.

"We are ready to burst into that room, it's your call" The officer says.

Brass walks towards the motel stairs. We follow Brass. He arrives at the room and nods. The officers kick the door in. I hear noises. An officer yells: "Put your hands behind your back!"

That is Catherine's line to step into the room. Another officer says: "Get him down!"

I hear some stumbling and then Catherine's voice again. "Now that's a bling-bling."

The suspect answers "That was you on the phone?"

"Yep." Came Catherine's short answer. I can imagine the look on her face. And again that twinkle in her eyes. I smile.

"Where'd you get that scratch?" She says. That is my line to step into the room. I have to see him.

"For a conviction, we're going to need a DNA sample." I say. Our suspect is a black guy, about 5'9", and is wearing nothing but a pair of leopard drawers. How ridiculous!

"Okay, let's sit him down. Let's get a saliva sample." Brass says.

Catherine takes out her radio and says with a big smile: "Hey, guys, it's Catherine. For whoever is listening we got him. Repeat. Holly Gribbs' suspect is in custody."

Catherine takes the sample and we go back to the car. It looks like a heavy weight was lifted of her shoulders.

We head back to HQ. Catherine says that she's going to Holly for the DNA sample. She drops me off at HQ and then she heads to the hospital morgue. I walk to the break room and start on my report.

An hour or two later Catherine enters the break room. She just dropped off the DNA sample from Holly. She sits next to me and grabs the paper.

"Nicorette?" I offer.

"No thanks, got my own." And then she actually shows me the gum in her mouth.

A door opens and I hear a voice. I turn to see the face of that voice.

"Willows, your DNA results are back." A guy, I think 27 years old calls out for Catherine. She jumps of her chair and rushes into the lab. I get up and follow her. This guy really wears an ugly shirt! He has this boyish features that you love to hate but you can't. I have to say, for some reason, I like him. "Well, according to my DNA data the types are 814 quadrillion to one that your suspect is our killer." I have a closer look at his badge. Ah yes. So this is Greg Sanders, the lab rat.

"Pretty good stats! Whoo!" I'm sorry, I had to say that.

"Yeah, considering there's only about six billion people in the world ... ah, thanks." Catherine says.

She looks at the results and shakes her head. Yeah, we really narrowed it down! Good job. Yaaaay to us.

"She gave me just enough ... just enough to catch him." She looks at me and then back to Greg.

After a few moments I say " Nice work Catherine." She looks at me and shrugs.

Later that day we all got paged. Brass told us that they would bring the suspect to jail. And that he would personally take care of it. There he waited for his trial. We all went outside, to the parking lot. We all wanted to see the jerk that so abruptly ended a promising life. I'm standing next to Grissom. I tell him that I finished my prelim and that I put it on his desk.

He asked me whether or not I would like to stay. He says that I needed to stay and that he would do whatever it took to keep me.

"You know, Griss, I'd really love to. But I do have a problem. I didn't find the time to search for a proper apartment. Do you know any good hotels?" Maybe a stupid question because Las Vegas has more hotels than any other city.

"Don't worry about that, Sar, you can stay at my place for the time being." I could only look at him. No I'm staring to be more accurate. He just offered me to stay at his place! I don't know why but I find it a bit creepy. I like him and all but it almost looks like he means more then that he is saying.

"No, Griss, I would interfere. I don't think that is a good option." I really do think it isn't a good option. Maybe his bugs live freely in that house…who knows! But on the other hand it's easy and could come in handy. He's a workaholic, I love my job and alcohol so maybe it is a good combination. Okay, okay, I'll admit! Hi everyone, my name is Sara Sidle and I'm a workaholic. There, better now! Grissom's voice brought me back to the question.

"Who would you interfere? This is just a friend helping a friend. Besides it's big enough for the two of us." He says.

But why does it feel this awkward? Oh I think because he said 'us'.

He goes on "And it would save you a lot of dollars."

He has a point there. It could take days to find a good place. Maybe I should take his offer. When it comes to finding a place I have to say that I'm not that easy. I have some standards. For instance: it has to be bright, there must be a large bedroom and a big kitchen. My place really must be 'my place' that means there has to be enough room for all my stuff (books, CD's, photo's and so on). If I can find such a place I would be really happy. And I would be even happier if it's not too pricey.

"You're right, Griss, I'll take you on your offer. Thanks." He looks surprised that I actually agreed. I actually surprised myself. I don't have a place to stay, I have some money in the bank, but not that much that I can stay in a motel or a hotel for some weeks. It's for the best to stay with him…right?

Thanks for reading...Now, is it for the best?...We'll see in next chapter :-)