Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in updating. It's been a rough few weeks between my dog getting sick/having surgery and then my grandmother passed away last week. I just went with the flow and let this chapter take me where it did.
Disclaimer: They're still not mine, sadly.
Grissom woke up to the sound of Hank barking. Opening his eyes, he squinted at the bedside clock and saw he had been asleep for at least four hours. Between Hank's barking, he registered the sound of loud knocking coming from the front of the house. Stumbling out of bed, he made his way toward the front door. Shushing Hank, Grissom opened the front door to find Catherine and Brass.
"Well, you look a little better." Catherine said in greeting as she walked into the house. "Did you manage to get any sleep?"
"Yeah, I did actually." Grissom closed the door, running a hand over his face. "What's going on?"
"We managed to find a 'friend' of Lurie's." Brass said as he took a seat on the couch. "She's coming into the station in about an hour."
"Who is she?" Grissom asked as he walked to the coffee maker and started it before grabbing three cups from the rack.
"Her name is Sasha Quinton." Catherine sat down at the kitchen bar and pulled a file out of her bag. "High class call girl. Apparently, Lurie's been a client of her's for about a year."
"How did you find her?" Grissom eyed the file.
"Nick tracked her down through Lurie's phone records. He and Warrick talked to her, and she agreed to come into the station." Catherine slid the file across the tabletop. "Lurie definitely has a type."
Grissom put his glasses on as he opened the file. He studied the picture of Sasha Quinton. She had the same dark hair and brown eyes as Sara and Debbie Martin. Similar build and facial features.
"Gil, from what this girl told Nick and Warrick…" Catherine watched him closely. "Lurie talked about Sara. A lot."
"He never saw Sara." Grissom ran a hand through his hair. "Debbie Martin reminded me so much of Sara. I kept her as far away as I could during the case."
"Well, he saw Sara somewhere." Brass looked at his friend. "He's been planning this for a while. He didn't just grab Sara at random."
"What exactly did this girl tell Nick and Warrick?" Grissom asked as he poured three cups of coffee.
"Warrick didn't go into detail." Catherine took the cup offered to her. "Just that Lurie definitely talked about Sara."
"Ecklie's fine with you being behind the glass but that's as close as you can get to this girl." Brass said as he took a drink of coffee.
Grissom nodded. He looked back over the picture of the woman accompanied by a small rap sheet. The ringing of Catherine's cell phone broke the silence.
"Willows." Catherine answered, pausing while she listened to the person on the other end. "Okay Greg, let me put you on speaker. Go ahead."
"Okay, so I got the results back on those paint chips I found in Lurie's car." Greg's voice came through the speaker.
"Anything definitive?" Grissom asked.
"The color is called Bosporus." Greg answered quickly. "Looks like it's specific to Sherwin-Williams paint stores."
"Have you been able to trace a specific location?" Catherine asked as she scribbled on her notepad.
"Still working on that." Greg replied. "There's at least twenty stores between Vegas and Henderson. I'll keep you updated."
"Thanks, Greg." Catherine ended the call and closed her phone as she looked at Grissom. "We can head to the station whenever you're ready."
"Let me change clothes and we can go." Grissom made his way back to his bedroom and changed into a pair of worn jeans and a blue button up shirt. He went into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth and attempted to tame his unruly curls.
Grabbing a jacket from the closet and slipping on his shoes, Grissom rejoined Catherine and Brass in the kitchen. He refilled Hank's food bowl and gave the dog a pat on the head before the trio made their way out of the house and headed toward the precinct.
Sasha Quinton sat in the interrogation room sipping a bottle of water through a straw. She was wearing a short, tight black dress with four-inch heeled sandals. She didn't appear to be nervous, which given her previous run ins with the law, did not come as a shock to Grissom.
He studied the young woman from behind the glass. She was young, a few years younger than Sara. She had the same dark hair and dark eyes. Sasha was thinner than Sara, especially now with the pregnancy starting to slowly fill her body out. Grissom watched as Brass and Catherine entered the interrogation room.
"Thank you for coming in, Miss Quinton." Catherine said as she took a seat at the table.
"No problem." The woman replied with a shrug. "Not like I had anything better to do."
"So, tell us how you know Vincent Lurie." Brass asked, opening the file he had brought in with him.
"Vince and I have had an arrangement for about the last year or so." Sasha answered, taking another sip of water. "We meet up about once or twice a month at the Luxor."
"What sort of arrangement do you have?" Catherine questioned.
"I'm sure you can figure it out." The younger woman leaned in and smiled.
"Why don't you enlighten us." Catherine's smile was less friendly.
"Vince likes to role play." Sasha winked, leaning back in her chair. "He pays good money for it, too."
"What kind of role play?" Brass eyed the young woman.
"The kind where my name is either Debbie or Sara." Sasha folded her arms over her chest. "More Sara the last 6 months or so."
Grissom's hands clenched at his sides as he listened to the young woman explain her relationship with Vincent Lurie. He wasn't sure if he would be able to continue watching if she went into detail about what Lurie had her do in their role playing. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Lurie acting out fantasies of Sara, of Lurie thinking of Sara at all.
"Tell me about Sara." Catherine threw a quick glance at the two-way mirror before focusing back on the woman in front of her. "What do you know about her?"
"She's been the main focus of his fantasies for a while now." Sasha crossed her legs. "He's been a bit obsessed if you ask me."
"Obsessed how?" Brass asked.
"From the moment I walk in the room, I'm no longer me. I become Sara." Sasha sighed, crossing her arms. "He wants my hair down and straight. He makes me change my clothes; he always has an outfit ready for me."
"What kind of clothes does he make you change into?" Brass asked as he took notes.
"Mostly tank tops and jeans. Sometimes a woman's business suit." Sasha grimaced. "It's a good thing he pays me good cause otherwise, I would never be caught dead in any of that stuff."
"Yeah, Heaven forbid you look anywhere near classy and less trashy." Catherine sneered.
"Well, it wasn't all bad I guess." Sasha smirked, ignoring Catherine's dig and pulling something out from under the table. "Vince did let me keep this killer red leather jacket. It was his favorite; I wore it a lot."
Grissom's eyes went wide at the sight before him. He immediately started beating on the glass window, catching Catherine and Brass's attention. They excused themselves and met Grissom in the observation room.
"What is it?" Catherine asked as soon as she walked through the door.
"That red leather jacket." Grissom pointed at the window. "That's Sara's."
"Are you sure?" Brass asked, looking through the glass.
"Absolutely. I bought it for her." Grissom nodded, looking back at the young woman in interrogation room two. "It's her favorite jacket. She thought she had misplaced it somewhere; it's been missing for a few months."
"Then how did Sasha Quinton end up with it?" Catherine asked confused. "Wait, you don't think-"
"Son a bitch." Grissom cursed, cutting her off. "Lurie's been in our house."