Interrogation :O

Hodges slouched back in the cold metal chair. He stared at his clasped hands on the table top, a faint smirk picking at the corners of his mouth.

'You better have a damn good explanation for this Hodges. And when I say damn good, I mean damn good.' Brass couldn't bring himself to sit down, so he paced up and down the room a couple times before gripping his hands tightly on the back of the chair opposite Hodges, turning his knuckles white. 'Start talking,' he growled.

Hodges' smirk grew and he laughed silently, shaking his head.

'What's so funny?'

'Oh, just you Jim.'

Brass gritted his teeth.

Hodges looked up. 'You wanna know why I did it?'

'Well, that's what we're all here for,' Brass snarled, 'Git.' He added.

'Oi. That's not gonna make me cooperative,' Hodges remarked, tutting slightly.

'Just get on with it!'

'Catherine, Catherine...Catherine. It's all her fault. Y'know, if she'd just noticed me once in a while...given me more than a brief look...things could have been very different. But as it was, she never gave me a speck of attention. Her fault.'

Brass narrowed his eyes, 'You did all this, because you had a crush on her?' he spat.

'No, no, no,' Hodges looked seriously into Brass' eyes, 'I was in love with her.' And the smirk was planted back on his face.

'You sicken me.'

Hodges shrugged carelessly.

'But what does this even have to do with Lindsay?'

'Ehhh...she just happened to be the weakest point to strike...she wasn't half bad either...' Hodges said, raising his eyebrows, reminiscing.

Brass felt sick. His eye twitched, his teeth gritted. He glared disgustedly.

'And Kaitlin?'

'Second blow for luck?' Hodges grinned dangerously.

'Warrick?'

'Because...it was a fun touch?'

Brass cracked. Splintered. Snapped. 'Because it was a fucking fun touch? You bastard.'

It took every ounce of his restraint to stop himself from picking up the chair grasped under his hands and smashing it into Hodges' head.

'You thought it was a fucking fun touch, to dig up, and destroy Warrick Brown's peace? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? THERE IS A POINT TO THE LETTERS R.I.P!' Brass roared.

Hodges didn't move away, didn't even flinch, as the captain began to shout at him.

'I MEAN. WHAT THE HELL. I REALISE YOU'VE BEEN A GIT FROM THE START. BUT THIS? DID YOU TURN FUCKING INSANE OVER NIGHT?!'

Hodges flashed another dangerous grin.

Brass could barely control himself. He was doing everything in his power not to seriously hurt the man opposite him. No matter how much he wanted to right now, no matter how much he wanted to kill David Hodges...he had to stop himself.

--

Nick Stokes stormed through the corridors, towards interrogation. He felt awful for leaving Catherine with the knowledge of who did it, but not being able to bring her. She couldn't be here though. She needed to stay in hospital. He knew that everyone would have murderous intentions towards David Hodges right now, but Catherine didn't need to get herself hurt again. He knew she would only become worse for just setting eyes on him.

As he stepped into the observation room behind the interrogation room, he didn't think he'd ever seen a room of angrier people. Grissom, Sophia, Mia, Archie, and a small collection of other lab techs, had completely abandoned their work to see this. And they were all fuming.

'What's happening?' Nick asked quickly.

'He dug up Warrick...for fun,' Grissom hissed, angry hot tears trembling down his cheeks as he stared through into the interrogation room.

'What?!'

Nick charged forward and looked through the one way glass. He could see Brass, erupting like a volcano, and Hodges, simply sat there, a smirk plastered on his face.

'What the hell is wrong with that guy?' Nick growled. He felt so much anger and emotion building inside him. Warrick. Warrick, one of his best friends. Had been dug up, just for the amusement and games of a sick man. Nick could feel his own brand of angry tears welling.

'Shit...' he swore, clenching his fists tight, watching Hodges reply sadistically and carelessly to Brass' every question.

A continuous stream of words and images poured through his mind. Catherine, Warrick, Lindsay, love, hate, murder, a simple gun shot...right through Hodges' brain...

--

Catherine sat uncomfortably alone in the hospital bed, clutching and un-clutching the bed sheets in her fists nervously. She couldn't do anything here. Absolutely nothing. Nick had left. And sat here, knowing she couldn't see or do anything at CSI, made her stomach flit with butterflies, and her head fill with nausea. Every slight sound was torturing her. The drip of the IV, the creak of the bed every so often, the rolling past of a medical cart outside, the bleep of the cardiac monitor...

Hot tears ran down her face and her heart flared in pain. Emotional pain. Yet somehow...it felt physical. Her head fell hopelessly, the tears dropping and soaking the blanket, turning it a darker shade of blue.

'Why?' she murmured sadly.

--

'Since when was Hodges a sadistic bastard?' Nick muttered under his breath. 'Why would he go this far to hurt Catherine?'

'He loved her. And she didn't notice,' Grissom replied, his voice thick with anguish and hate, all in one.

Nick's head filled with the images of everyone who had been a victim of Hodges' plan. And finally came to Catherine. His sweet Catherine.

'He loved her? No chance.'

He could feel bile rising in his throat as his eyes fixed on Hodges.

Grissom's eyes flickered briefly to Nick's fixed, iron fists. 'Don't Nick.'

'What?' Nick asked through his teeth.

'He's going to get justice. Don't worry.'

'Grissom! You seriously trying to say that it'll be enough for the government to serve justice and not us? I can't just let him...' he trailed off, shaking his head, heavy tears tracking down his cheeks.

Grissom wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders and squeezed gently. Nick looked into Grissom's eyes. 'We can't...'

'He'll get the needle for this. We can.'

'But Catherine...she's mine...and she was hurt...I need to serve him my own justice...'

'Nick. Calm. It's gonna be alright. Catherine wouldn't want yo-'

'No.' Nick burst as Hodges gave one more answer. And he was gone from the room. Soon in the next.

'Nick...' Grissom whispered.

Hodges was soon flat on the floor, his face being pummelled right and left.

'This,' Nick landed another punch, 'is for Catherine.'

'This,' and another, 'is for Lindsay.'

'This,' and another, 'is for Kaitlin.'

'And this,' and another, 'is for Warrick.'

Nick put his face dangerously close to Hodges face. 'Have I forgotten anyone?' He whispered acidically.

Hodges simply groaned, his face raw, blood pouring from the cracks.

'Oh yeah. This. Is for the team.'

The last thing Hodges saw before he blacked out was Nick's bloodied fist flying towards his face again. His head fell to the side.

Nick felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. His tears flowed unhindered, soaking Hodges and sending diluted blood drops onto the floor.

'That's enough, Nick. Stop.' Grissom told him sternly.

'But it's not...'

'Yes it is. Come with me. Now.'

Nick reluctantly rose to his feet again, flexing his bloodied fingers. He spat on Hodges.

'That's only a tiny piece of what you deserve,' Nick hissed at the still form of Hodges, splayed over the floor.

Brass stared coldly at Hodges. He probably should have stopped Nick, but no bone in his body had wanted to make that move. He stalked from the room. No bone in his body wanting to help Hodges up, either. He would come round on his own eventually.

--

'I'm sorry, Griss. But I'm not sorry for what I did to him. I couldn't just stand there.'

'I know how you feel Nick.'

'But I don't understand why he would go that far, just because he thought he loved her.'

'We've seen worse than this Nick, you know that.'

'Yeah. But this is Hodges. I never thought he was that bad.'

Grissom glanced around his office sadly.

'I never thought he was the kind of person sick enough to dig up someone, for fun touch.'

'We never truly know people, Nick.'

'Is that why you were so detached from people, Griss? Because you knew you could never truly know them?'

'Not like this, Nick. Not like this.'

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