Notes and Disclaimers are at the beginning of Chapter One.
Part Ten - Confrontation
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Catherine should have been more worried about someone else. When it became known that Margie had made bail, two people who rarely had anything in common found themselves at her doorstep, both eager to confront her.
"What are you doing here, Greg?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Captain."
Both men knew why they were there - they wanted to clear Grissom. Both wanted to see if they could get Margie to confess.
Margie opened the door before either man could knock. "Greg. Brass." She leaned against the doorjamb. The white bandage that ran around her right arm starkly contrasted with the black sling and tank top she wore. "What can I do for you?"
"May we come in?" Brass asked politely.
"No."
Greg stared at Margie, unable to reconcile the sharp CSI he knew - the one who knew her way around the DNA lab and would bring in rock CDs to listen to - with the cold, calculating woman she apparently was. The one who had calmly plotted with her sister in law to frame Grissom by killing the other woman, and then attempted to kill him.
Greg could hear Brass talking to Margie. The woman was silent, staring at Brass. Whatever he was saying wasn't getting through to her. Frustrated, Brass gave up and walked away. A smile played on the edge of Margie's lips. Greg glared at her.
"Margie -- how could you? How could you work with him and try to frame him? Try to kill him? How would that solve anything?"
Margie regarded Greg impassively.
Greg sighed and turned away. "Grissom's team won't stop until he's cleared," he warned her. Margie kept her eyes on Greg as he walked to his car. Greg looked back at Margie before he drove away. She was still watching him.
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Part Ten - Confrontation
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Catherine should have been more worried about someone else. When it became known that Margie had made bail, two people who rarely had anything in common found themselves at her doorstep, both eager to confront her.
"What are you doing here, Greg?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Captain."
Both men knew why they were there - they wanted to clear Grissom. Both wanted to see if they could get Margie to confess.
Margie opened the door before either man could knock. "Greg. Brass." She leaned against the doorjamb. The white bandage that ran around her right arm starkly contrasted with the black sling and tank top she wore. "What can I do for you?"
"May we come in?" Brass asked politely.
"No."
Greg stared at Margie, unable to reconcile the sharp CSI he knew - the one who knew her way around the DNA lab and would bring in rock CDs to listen to - with the cold, calculating woman she apparently was. The one who had calmly plotted with her sister in law to frame Grissom by killing the other woman, and then attempted to kill him.
Greg could hear Brass talking to Margie. The woman was silent, staring at Brass. Whatever he was saying wasn't getting through to her. Frustrated, Brass gave up and walked away. A smile played on the edge of Margie's lips. Greg glared at her.
"Margie -- how could you? How could you work with him and try to frame him? Try to kill him? How would that solve anything?"
Margie regarded Greg impassively.
Greg sighed and turned away. "Grissom's team won't stop until he's cleared," he warned her. Margie kept her eyes on Greg as he walked to his car. Greg looked back at Margie before he drove away. She was still watching him.
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