Five days later.

Sara greeted Warrick as she walked down the hallway. "Hi Warrick, buy me a cup of coffee?"

"I'll buy you more than that," Warrick smiled. They headed down the hall towards the break room only to run into Catherine, Nick and Greg standing in the hall.

"What's up guys?" Warrick asked. His question was answered quickly, but not by any of three he directed it to. His attention was quickly diverted to loud voices eminating from Grissom's office.

"Irrelevant. What the hell do you mean it's irrelevant." It was Grissom. Warrick had never heard Grissom like this before, so it must be something major he surmised.

"What going on?" He pulled Nick to his side.

"Mobley's in there."

"Mobley? What's he want?"

"Beats me, all I've heard so far is something about some evidence."

The door to Grissom's office flung open and Mobley stormed out. "I don't want to hear anymore about it Gil. The decision was made and it was the correct one."

Gil followed him out the door. "How can you say it was correct without the benefit of testing?"

"I'm standing by my decision and that's final." Mobley walked down the hallway to leave.

"What if Henderson's innocent?" Grissom called after him, but Mobley continued without answering.

"I don't believe it," Grissom mumbled. "I don't believe it."

Greg had left the group when Mobley exited Grissom's office and now Nick and Catherine excused themselves to the breakroom.

"Warrick, I'll take you up on that coffee later, okay." Sara left Warrick standing in the hallway as she followed Grissom back into his office.

"Sure, no problem," Warrick said to no one in particular as he turned to join the others in the break room.

"Grissom," Sara entered Grissom's office to find him pacing back and forth.

"I can't believe he is that stupid. I can not believe that son of bitch can be that damn stupid."

"Who?" Sara asked, although she knew he could only be referring to one person.

"Mobley. You won't believe what he did." Grissom sat down at his desk, took his glasses off and looked up at Sara.

"Try me," she sat in the chair in front of his desk.

"I just found out that two days ago a sanitation crew found a corrections officer's jacket in a dumpster six blocks from Debra Farmer's house."

"You're kidding," Sara said dumbfounded, although she knew Grissom never kidded about such things.

"Unfortunately no. There's more too. Some kids playing in the street two blocks away found a knife in a sewer grate."

"We have a possible murder weapon and a jacket from a corrections officer. What
does forensics say? Do we have a link to Vince Francis?"

"Therein lies the problem Sara," Grissom sighed. "We don't have anything."

Sara was confused. "What do you mean we don't have anything?"

"Mobley, in his infident wisdom decided that the jacket and knife were irrelevant and had them destroyed."

"Destroyed," Sara was shocked. "He can't do that."

"He can and he did," Gil responded.

"What do we do now?"

Grissom didn't respond. He got up and left his office, he knew there was nothing they could do now. The jacket and knife no longer exisited. They had been ruled irrelevant and could not be introduced as evidence. He only hoped that they had arrested the right man, that the jacket did not belong to Francis and the knife was merely a coincidence.

"Grissom, where are you going," Sara called out to him as headed out the door into the night air.

"I have date with a roller coaster."

The end.

Follow up: The story you have just read is based on an actual case. The law enforcement officer was convicted and senteced to 80 years for murder and arson.
The ex-boy friend and his wife were last reported to have left town. The evidence presented in the story was as it was reported, including the jacket and knife.