Title: Family - chapter two - Revelation

By: CSI-Sleuth

Rating: G

Summary: Crossover between CSI, The Agency and even a little Patricia Cornwell. Grissom is asked to assist in a murder investigation that hits close to home.

Spoilers: Nothing specific, just an idea based on the Grissom bio at cbs.com

Authors Note: The characters aren't mine, never will be (unless of course I create someone new in which case I'll claim them as mine). This is just a creative diversion and a work in progress. Feedback is encouraged.

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The bald man approached the receptionist at the front desk and quietly said, "I'm here to see Mr. Grissom."

"Is he expecting you?"

He calmly slid his ID across the front desk and replied, "No. Can't say that he is. Please tell him I need a few minutes of his time."

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. At least that's what the saying was. If that were true, he'd have to start today to redirect the spiral of the past few months. He didn't have a clue what a family was supposed to act like. He'd have to ask for help. Not something he had any experience with. He'd been called to a crime scene before his shift started and hadn't had time to get to the office and call his team, his family, together. As he walked through the front door he wondered what they'd think of the rehabilitated Grissom.

"Mr. Grissom. This man is waiting to see you."

"And you are?"

"Quinn. This young woman has cleared me," pointing to his lapel, "and provided a visitors pass. Can we go to your office?"

Grissom not quite sure what to think responded, "Follow me."

They made their way down the hall to his office. Greg and Nick approached from the other direction. "Hey Greg, I just processed a 420. I'll need your help as soon as possible. Thanks."

"Sure Gris. As soon as I finish some stuff for Nicky here." Greg then turned to Nick. "Did he just say thanks?"

"I think so. What's with that? You buy him some of that private coffee blend and not tell us?"

As soon as the office door closed the bald man handed over his ID to Grissom and said, "Thank you, for seeing me. I understand your time is valuable."

Grissom looked at the ID and frowned. He handed it back, looked at the man and calmly replied, "It isn't often we get the CIA in here. You're a little far from home aren't you?"

"True." He'd been looking around the office while Grissom was examining his ID. He knew something of the man's background and expertise, but this guy's office décor was just a little creepy, yet homey. "We had something, or should I say someone, come up and for more than one reason your name came up."

Grissom just looked at him. Didn't say a word. Waiting for the other man to continue. FBI. CIA. Didn't really matter. He didn't trust 'em. Especially when they stepped foot into his territory.

"A body was discovered in the water near the Norfolk, Virginia port. The Virginia Medical Examiner did the post and determined the man had been in the water for only a short period of time. He did drown. But there was something else. A parasitic infection. Bugs, if you will. You do know about bugs?"

Gil leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "You could say that. But I specialize in bugs that arrive at a body post mortem. Not parasites. I'm sure your ME in Virginia can tell you as much as I could. I hear she's pretty good."

"No doubt, she's the best. As her lab was id'g the man they came across some other. anomolies. Seems he hadn't been in the U.S. that long. In fact, his body was probably dumped from a ship. Clothes, effects, etc. place him in Asia." He paused for just a moment, "How much do you know about your father?"

He finally had Grissom's full attention. That last question was not expected. That was good.

Grissom leaned forward and placed his palms on the desk. His sense of distrust had just turned to anger. "My father? What's this got to do with my father?"

"Just answer the question." He watched Grissom's face change from anger to reflection as his body sunk back into the office chair.

"Haven't seen him since I was five. Birthday cards, post cards from around the world used to come. Those stopped years ago." Grissom looked down to his folded hands and wondered why that no longer bothered him.

"Do you remember what he did for a living?"

Grissom looked up at the man, "Import/export business. Mom couldn't handle all the traveling he did, never knowing where he was, when he'd come home. I don't really have any first hand knowledge of what he did."

"That sounds about right. The family never does know the whole story."

"What are you talking about? Just what do you know about my father?" Grissom was starting to get angry again.

"He was undercover in China. Built up a network of operatives that gave us all the details of Chinese military strength. The Chinese thought he was a disillusioned capitalist with a penchant for. Well, that's not important."

Grissom couldn't believe, couldn't comprehend what he was hearing. "You're telling me my dad was a spy." It wasn't a question, just a statement, a fact. Almost like he'd known and now it was confirmed. Yes, he could comprehend. This explained a lot.

"So, why tell me this now? If he's CIA and undercover?"

"The body found in the waters off of Norfolk is that of your father." Before Grissom could respond, he held up his hand and continued. "We do need your help with the bugs, but more importantly, your father's file listed you as next of kin. He'd been keeping tabs on you. Even had this address listed as your place of employment."

His momentary look of shock was now replaced by confusion. It'd been over 40 years since he'd seen his dad. At least 30 since the last post card. He just assumed, well he's not really sure what he assumed. Wasn't really sure he cared. Maybe that's why he had no concept of family, of what a father figure was supposed to be like. But now, to find out his dad knew where he was all this time. He didn't know what to think or feel. This was something he couldn't process.

He took a deep breath. "So what now?"

"We'd like you to come back to Washington for a few days. The lab techs collected some of the parasites and we'd like your opinion. We also need to transfer some personal items to you."

"I'll need to make a few calls. When do you need me?"

"Today. There's a plane standing by at McCarran. We'll give you a couple of hours to settle things here and go home to pack. There will be a car waiting at your house to drive you to the airport. Yes, your dad had that address as well."

All Grissom could do was stare after the man as he left the office. He hesitantly picked up the phone and called the Sheriff. He sure didn't like getting a 2 am wake-up call. Especially one that pulled his lead supervisor out of town for an undetermined length of time. Grissom went on- line and filled out an official vacation request form, starting immediately with an open ended return. Next he'd have to call Catherine.

"Willows."

"Cath, it's Gil. Look something's come up and I have to go to DC for a few days. Can you take over shift?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean at least until Thursday, then VACATION. I promised Lindsey we'd go to Disneyland. Everything ok? Anything you want to share??"

"No. Not right now. Maybe, maybe when I get back. Thanks Cath."

Just as he'd hung up with Catherine, Sara walked past his office.

"Sara!"

Sara made a quick u-turn and stopped at Grissom's door.

He waved her in and said, "Um, come on in and shut the door."

Sara screwed up her face trying to figure out what this was all about. She shut the door behind her and said, "By the way, thanks for the plant. You didn't have to do that."

Grissom was definitely uncomfortable with this conversation, even if he did initiate it.

"Well, you know. I'm not that good with people."

"Is that an apology?"

Grissom just shrugged not quite knowing what to say. Trying to get back on track he added, "Uh, something's come up and I have to go away for a few days. Catherine can cover shift 'til Thursday. You think you can handle the boys after that while I'm gone?"

"I still have that leave of absence request in. Or did you forget? You think putting me in charge for a few days will change my mind?"

Gil put his hands up as if in surrender, "Yeah, well, I do want to talk to you about that, but it's got to wait until I take care of this, thing. Honest. I just need. I need you to stick around. And not just for a few days. I. I can't get into it right now. Trust me, ok?"

"Ok." Although Sara really wasn't quite sure.

"Thanks. Look I gotta run. Cath will take over from here and then hand off to you on Thursday. And please, don't make any decisions without talking to me first. Deal?" And with that he smiled.

"Deal." It was all she could say. She hadn't seen that smile in ages. How could she refuse?

Sara watched as Gil grabbed his briefcase off his desk, his coat off the hook and walked out the door leaving her standing in his office thinking, "What the hell was that all about?"

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"So it's true, Grissom's gone?" Nick was grilling Catherine just as she was about to start the end of shift meeting.

"It's true. Look all I know is he said he had to go to DC for a few days. He didn't say why."

It was time for Warrick to share his news. "Reception said he got a visitor from CIA just before he bolted."

That got Sara riled, "CIA? What's he doing with CIA? He won't even cooperate with the FBI when they're in town. Now he follows the CIA to DC?"

"Hey, we don't know who he's following or why. Just calm down. Looks like I'm in charge until Thursday."

"Yeah, and I take over after that." Sara looked quickly at Nick and Warrick to see how they'd react.

"You? What about me? I got seniority ya know."

"Chill Nick. Trust me, it's not a job you really want. G'luck Sara."

"Thanks Warrick. I think."

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Grissom got out of the car and started up the stairs of the private jet. "Got it Jim. Thanks." Gil had a look of satisfaction on his face as he flipped the cell phone closed and put it in his shirt pocket.

He'd made one last stop before leaving the office. He went to see Brass. Although all he did was hand him a piece of paper. He wasn't sure if Brass would be able to get what he wanted, but Jim had pulled through.

Brass had a look of confusion on his face when he'd read the note:

Robert Quinn. CIA. Langley. Don't use my team. Call me on my cell in an hour. - G

Grissom saw Quinn was already settled into his seat on the left side of the plane. After handing his bags to someone who was dressed like a flight attendant he sat down in a seat opposite Quinn. Grissom was used to the night shift and pulling doubles. He didn't plan on sleeping on the cross- country flight. This was a time to collect data.

He'd barely sat down and buckled in when the stairs were folded up and the plane was moving. Damn they were fast. He looked up to see if Quinn had read his thoughts. Nope, it looked like Quinn was planning to sleep on the flight. Now he'd have to ask fast. He'd wanted to wait until they were in the air and he had a drink in his hand, but now it couldn't wait.

Grissom leaned back in his seat and brought his hands together in front of him, his fingers forming a temple, "So, why send you and not some flunkie? Former director of the CIA flies to Vegas to track down the long lost son of an agent? That's a bit overboard don't you think?"

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