A/N: Soon enough? Enjoy! ;-)

Sara was sitting silently in the interrogation room, waiting for one of the detectives to come in and start asking her questions. She knew this was one of their techniques to break the suspect, guilty people normally were unable to be alone with their conscience but the wait didn't affect Sara, on the contrary it helped her relax. Answering questions was what made Sara nervous not the waiting.

She knew someone was watching her on the other side of the two-way mirror, she could practically feel eyes on her. She hated being watched, nevertheless she doubted the person on the other side was satisfied by what they were seeing, there was nothing fascinating about Sara's behavior. She just sat there waiting, relaxed without showing any emotions. If there was one skill Sara had truly mastered over the years it was hiding her feelings.

After a couple of minutes the door was opened, Sara's head reflexively turned towards it. For a split second a weird feeling ran through her, she hoped whomever was going to enter wasn't Catherine. She wouldn't be able to stay this calm if it were her. She inaudibly let out a sigh when she saw Brass entering. He calmly went to the table and sat down, not paying attention to Sara. His face was half covered by a file he was pretending to read, but Sara noticed his eyes weren't really focusing on the paper. This was also one of the techniques.

'An interesting file you have here.' he stated without looking at Sara, he put the file down and flipped through the pages.

Sara looked at him but didn't reply, she knew she wasn't supposed to. Brass continued ruffling through the pages for a couple seconds more before looking directly at Sara. Only to note she was still not showing any signs of distress. He cleared his throat, 'Well, since the computer wasn't able to get your records you can tell me something about your whereabouts before you came to Vegas.'

Sara had expected this question so nothing about her demeanor could tell Brass she was startled by this revelation. He guessed she didn't know anything about the error. He guessed wrong. Sara smiled a little, 'What can I tell you, a lot happened during that time.'

'Did you know your file had blanks?'

'No.' Sara lied successfully.

Sara saw that Brass felt a bit disappointed that none of his usual techniques were working, she wasn't giving him anything to work with. She didn't show any signs of guilt or hiding vital information. 'So Sam Braun has nothing to do with it?'

Sara shook her head a little and her smile widened a bit. She had also anticipated her relationship with Sam Braun to come up, detectives were so predictable. 'I don't know, maybe he touched my file and vital pieces of information magically disappeared from it. If you really want to know you will have to ask him yourself I guess. But I'm afraid he doesn't have that kind of power.'

'Why did you come to Vegas, Ms Sidle?' although his tone was neutral, Brass was becoming impatient.

'Easy, I wanted a new life. I was sick and tired of my job, in fact I was just fired because of my incompetence and my girlfriend had dumped me because I was too engrossed in my work. Which is quite ironic if you ask me. I knew Grissom liked it here, so I gave him a call and asked his opinion about me moving to Vegas, he thought it would do me well. So I left everything in Frisco and came here almost empty-handed, I was offered a job one night while I was at a bar and the rest as they say is history.' Sara answered calmly, almost emotionless.

Her detailed answer startled Brass a bit, he had probably expected to only get smartass comments and short answers. He forgot his line of questioning, so he scratched his chin and ruffled through the papers again trying to come up with something. 'Do you know why you're sitting here?'

'Because you brought me here?' Sara's attempt at humor wasn't appreciated so she added, 'I guess your CSI's found incriminating evidence against me, making me either your prime suspect or an accomplice to murder.'

'Right.' He opted to be direct instead to maybe get some kind of reaction from her, 'Care to explain how your fingerprints ended up on the murder weapon.'

This little piece of information was unknown to Sara and for a moment she lost her balance a bit, because she knew this wasn't going to end well. What could she do to get out of this one? 'Maybe, if you tell me what the murder weapon is exactly.'

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Catherine hadn't felt like attending the interrogation, she knew she wouldn't be able to control her feelings so instead of going to LVPD, she drove home around 7. She wanted to get away from it all, maybe then she could pretend none of this was really happening.

When she opened her front door she was greeted by a very awake Lindsey. 'Hi Linds, what are you doing up this early?' she smiled at her daughter but it wasn't a very convincing smile.

'Mom, I have to be ready in a few to go to school. But what are you doing home this early?' she hugged her mom nevertheless.

'What's that for?' a smiling Catherine asked.

'I don't know, you just look like you needed it.' Lindsey answered honestly, 'And it looks like I was right… What happened mom? Why haven't I heard Sara the last couple of days?'

Hearing her daughter mention Sara brought unstoppable tears to her eyes. She swallowed hard, trying to hold them but it was to no avail. A single tear escaped her eyes, soon more tears followed and she started to sob uncontrollably.

'I think I did something really bad…' Catherine explained to Lindsey what had happened at the club and during the investigation, of course without the gruesome details.

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Sara was escorted back to her holding cell, until they found more evidence or until they needed to ask her more questions whatever came first. The cell was small and empty except for the small cot that filled almost the whole space but Sara didn't complain, she liked the silence she was put in. She knew she hadn't helped the investigation one bit, seeing the disappointed look in Brass' eyes. Now she was all alone again her mind started to piece together what she had learned from Brass.

So the murder weapon was a toilet seat, the victim had died because he had been hit more than necessary and had bled to death due to the injuries that had been inflicted. Why a toilet seat though? It was a different seat than the ones Sara had chosen for her club, why would anyone beat someone to death with a toilet seat to begin with? It was unusual to say the least, and given that the actual murder took place somewhere else it probably wasn't the first thing at hand. This wasn't making any sense, neither was the single fingerprint of Sara on it.

Why would I choose a toilet seat as the murder weapon, murder that poor man somewhere unknown bring him back to my own club and keep the damn thing, not only keep it but also place it on a toilet in my club? This was ridiculous! Sara berated herself for not telling this to Brass when she had the chance. Should she just wait to point this out to him whenever he came for her with more questions or should she try to call to anyone who was standing guard and request to speak Captain Brass?

The questions made Sara's head spin, making her a bit nauseous. She decided to lay down for a while. Requesting to see Brass would also mean she would have to come clean about her past and was she ready for that? Wouldn't it only incriminate her even more…