Brass entered the break room in search of Catherine and silently cursed when he found Grissom there as well. "Catherine," he said, giving her a nod, hoping she would understand what he meant.

Catherine looked quizzically at the homicide detective before realizing what he wasn't saying. "I'll see you later," she said to Grissom as she stood to leave.

Looking between the two, neither of them meeting his gaze, Grissom quickly figured out what was happening. He stood up saying, "He's here isn't he?"

"Gil," Jim said, a warning in his tone.

"Jim, I'll take care of it," Catherine said. "I'll meet you down there." Brass nodded and headed out.

Grissom started to speak, but Catherine put her hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him. "You know you can't be in there so don't bother arguing with me about it. If you promise to behave, I'll let you watch through the mirror."

Seeing that she was done speaking, Grissom removed her hand from his mouth and said, "You'll *let* me? Last time I checked, *I* was night-shift supervisor. Not you."

Catherine gave him her best "mother glare" and eventually he surrendered. "Fine. I'll behave. I promise." Catherine nodded, not entirely happy about the situation, but knowing there was nothing she could do.

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Catherine met Brass outside of the interrogation room. She could tell that he wasn't happy about Grissom watching either, but thankfully he didn't say anything about it. "He agreed to come in willingly?" she questioned in surprise.

"Well, not initially," Brass replied with a smirk, "but after his father got through talking with him, he was much more cooperative about it."

Catherine laughed at that and they entered the room. They found Robert slouched in his chair, looking bored. Catherine could tell he was nervous, though, from the way his eyes kept darting around the room. "Hello, Robert. How are you tonight?" she asked pleasantly.

"Why am I here?" he asked.

"We just have a couple of questions for you," Catherine replied, sitting down across from him and putting his file on the table between them. Brass stood in the corner, keeping an eye on things, but letting Catherine lead.

She opened the folder and flipped through the pages, pretending that she was reading it for the first time. "You've been a busy boy," she commented after a few minutes.

Robert licked his lips nervously. "What do you mean?"

"I see you've had a number of peeping tom complaints made against you."

Robert sat up a bit and shrugged. "You know what they say, 'Boys will be boys'. If you'll notice, none of them ever pressed charges."

"Lacey MacDonald's father almost did. He agreed not to, however, when your parents agreed to ground you for a month."

"Stupid fucker," Robert said angrily. "Almost got me sent off to military school over nothing."

"I wouldn't exactly call spying in someone's window without there knowledge, nothing."

"Who says she didn't know?" Robert asked with a leer.

Catherine barely managed to refrain herself from glancing back at the mirror after that comment. "Are you saying that Lacey *knew* you were watching?"

"Oh, yeah," Robert replied, licking his lips for an entirely different reason this time. "She knew. She loved putting on little shows for me."

Out of the corner of her eye, Catherine caught Jim shifting closer to the door. 'Guess he doesn't think Grissom's going to stay put after that one.'

"Let's move on to something more recent," Catherine said, wishing she could smack the smug grin off his face. "I guess when you went away to college you decided that looking just wasn't enough. This time you actually raped the girl."

"Those charges were bullshit. That's why they were dropped. She totally wanted it. She was just trying to get back at me after I dumped her for someone better."

"You got kicked out of school for it."

Robert shrugged, slouching back down. "Her father was a professor."

"You don't seem to have much luck with fathers," Catherine commented.

"They all want to believe that their girls are perfect angels when they're really horny little sluts."

Catherine had no reply for that one. 'At least not one that won't get me in trouble,' she thought to herself. Changing the subject, she asked, "So, Robert, where were you last Thursday morning?"

"Sleeping," he replied without hesitation.

"You seem to be pretty certain about that."

"Lady, I haven't gotten up before noon since I've been home. It was an easy answer."

"Can anyone vouch for that?" she asked.

"No, my parents were at work. Look, are we done with these bullshit questions? I've got better things to do."

Catherine gave Brass a nod and he said, "Yeah, we're done. For now. I hope you don't have any plans to leave town in the near future."

"Whatever. I'm out of here," Robert said and walked out. Brass and Catherine followed closely behind in case Grissom decided to confront him in the hallway. Luckily, Robert was already speedily walking away before Grissom came out of the adjoining room.

"I'm going to kill that kid," he practically growled.

"He's definitely a little prick," Brass agreed, before walking off. He knew Catherine could deal with Grissom much better than he could.

"He definitely deserves a good beating," Catherine said, "but he's not worth it." Seeing that Grissom was still glaring in the direction that Robert had walked, she took his arm and began guiding him in the opposite direction. "I have an idea. How about after shift I go pick up Lindsey and meet you back at your place? Then the four of us can have breakfast before the girls have to be at school."

That seemed to get through to him a little and he replied, "That sounds good. Look, I should go see if Greg has my test results back."

Catherine watched him walk away, a worried look on her face. Sighing, she turned and went back to work on her own case.