Slaves of Las Vegas (2.8)

"I heard you had an interesting case at an usual place." Sara sat down, her coffee in her hands.

"A playground?"

"The playground wasn't your primary crime scene, it was the place the body was dumped. I mean the sex club." Why did he play dumb?

"It's not a sex club, they don't have sex there. They fulfill sex fantasies without having sex. Everything else is against the law."

"Of course they don't break the law. How can I think of this?" Her voice was full of sarcasm. None of these clubs offered sex, it was all just a big foreplay. Did Grissom really believe this?

"Prejudice."

"And you don't have any prejudice about…this business?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think it's normal to have young women with scars because they let men do this to them for money. Receiving pain might be a turn on for some people and giving pain to other people is definitely something that turns a lot of people on."

"Like Rape. It's about having the power to give pain to somebody, make the decision if the other one dies or not, do whatever you please." And from what she heard, the place Grissom had been, was nothing else than a house full of paying rapists.

"Yes."

"So it's a kind of rape. A rape they get paid for which doesn't make it any better. I doubt these women enjoy what the men do to them."

"Do you think they enjoy it when they're the dominatrix? Give the pain."

"I don't know…I can't imagine enjoying whipping somebody, make somebody feel pain. It's not in my nature."

"As a CSI we need to be able to get into other people's shoes, imagine what they do, are capable of."

"Everything."

"That's my guess." He sipped his coffee. "Our killer was capable of killing a woman, he imagined is his wife but he wasn't capable of telling his real wife to leave him alone, don't treat him like garbage or end the relationship. Ask any of his neighbors, they'll all tell you, he's a nice guy, who can't hurt a fly. What we see of most people is like what we see of an iceberg."

"Ten percent are visible, ninety percent are hidden under the surface." She wondered how much of Grissom was hidden behind a invisible barrier.

"Exactly."

"Some people try to hide even more." Her eyes told him she was talking about him.

"There's only one way to discover how big an iceberg really is, you have to get into the water and dive. It will take a lot of time."

Was this his way of telling her she had to be patient? Had to give him more time, spend more time with him in order to find out more about him?

"The water around the iceberg is quite cold, it might kill you."

"There's a risk of losing your life, you need the right equipment for your dive. And the right time. Don't try it in winter, there might be more icebergs than the one you're interested in."

"Wait for summer, until the water is clear"

"Try it with ultrasound from a boat. Keep your distance, stay safe and get your answers anyway."

Meant what? If she took this little tale for them? She was supposed to back off and wait? Use something to get her answers? Don't get too close to him? Why was this man such a damn mystery?