A/N- Thanks to everyone for the great reviews! This is my most successful story ever on ff.net. This is a Grissom/ Sara chapter, if you want the Nick one, it's the previous one. Thanx!
~Nicole
Grissom lay in bed the morning after his discovery and ran his hand over the pillow next to him, wishing that Sara was there. If she was, he knew he could protect her. He had had a dream about her the night after she had disappeared, one that had freaked him out so much, he didn't sleep for the next two nights. He had dreamt that he was at her funeral in a very nice church. They were half way through the service when the top of the coffin opened and Sara had climbed out. No one else had seemed to notice, but she had walked over to him and knelt in front of him. She was crying and the make up that had been applied for her final resting was running.
"Why couldn't you help me Gil?" she had asked. "I gave you everything you needed to save me, why didn't you help me?" And then, he had woken up in a cold sweat. Grissom was going to go to the hospital tomorrow to speak to the doctor Sara had mentioned. Nick was planning on joining him, he had nothing better to do. Grissom was about to attempt counting sheep to put him to sleep when the phone rang. He jumped to get it.
"Hello?"
"You're missing something, there's something you haven't found yet! You'll never find us. Soon, that won't matter, we'll be happily married and live together til death do us part. Sara says hi, by the way." The phone went dead and Grissom picked up the phone again, dialing everyone's number for the second time.
When everyone was at the office less than and hour later, they hadn't figured out what to do. Grissom finally told Catherine and Warrick to go re investigate the crime scenes of the four murders. He then told Nick to go with him to the hospital. When Nick and him finally arrived, they were directed straight to the morgue. They found the man they were looking for almost immediately.
"Dr. Ramsey?" Nick said, stepping forward. The white haired man turned to them.
"Yes?" Grissom immediately noticed the man's overly lethargic movements and labored motor skills.
"I'm Gil Grissom and this in Nick Stokes, we're with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We're investigating the murder of four women and we believe you did the autopsy on the man who we suspect as the murderer." Nick looked at Grissom carefully and then thought about what he had said. Nick hadn't really thought of it that way.
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand sir," said Dr. Ramsey.
"Do you remember doing an autopsy on a man named Samuel Martin?" asked Grissom, ignoring the question.
"Yes…I was friends with the father, we both went to the same high school. That was a long time ago though. Are they still investigating?"
"The case was classified as unsolved, but recently we found some evidence that opened it again. Do you have the report on the autopsy here?" Dr. Ramsey nodded and disappeared before returning with a file. He handed it to Nick. After leafing through it, he handed it to Grissom.
"Dr. Ramsey, did the Martin's ever ask you to do anything with the autopsy?" Nick asked.
"Well…" Nick and Grissom looked at the doctor.
"Did they ask you to tamper with the evidence? To register the death as the wrong son?" asked Grissom.
"They may have…" Nick and Grissom glanced at each other.
"Did they or didn't they, Doctor?"
"Yes, the Martin's asked me to put Samuel Martin in my report instead of Robert."