XX - DINNER WITH GRAMS
Greg followed Alli through the kitchen, and into the garage, smiling when a small furry body immediately started rubbing itself against his legs, meowing in earnest..
"Hey little fella. Locked in the garage, are you?" He picked the kitten up, stroking its soft head.
"Actually, he's mine. Aunt Judy's allergic, so he has to stay in the garage until I find an apartment." She reached backwards and chucked the kitten affectionately under the chin. "My sister gave him to me before I left, so I would have at least one friend in Las Vegas."
"He's cute. What's his name?"
"Goliath. Don't laugh. He's a runty little guy, and I wanted him to have a big name, one that would inspire him to grow." She grinned. "Here we go. I had to unpack a couple of pieces because I didn't want them to warp on the frame."
Greg smiled as she lifted a large drop sheet, the kitten contentedly purring in his arms. Alli quickly flicked through the frames, pulling out a couple of the smaller ones to show him. The first canvas was a wash of pale tones, seemingly tinged in sepia, although the underlying colors were still strangely vivid. She had painted an endless stretch of flowers, stretching into the distance, with an old farmhouse in the far corner, weather beaten and shattered - Greg automatically felt a visceral tug.
"That's beautiful. I really love the colors. And the old farmhouse looks so desolate and lonely against the flowers - almost like it's sad."
Alli nodded her head thoughtfully, smiling. "That's exactly the feeling I was going for. It's my grandparents' old farmhouse. No one lives there anymore. I was sad when I painted it. What about this one?"
The second canvas was just as stunning. Instead of a large open plain, it was an extreme close-up of a broken silver locket, moss-encroached and hanging from an old tree stump. Alli had painted a silvery-gold dapple of sunlight through the overhanging cover of trees, and the whole picture had a regretful feel about it. Greg smiled when he saw it, reaching out a hand to run a finger gently across the canvas.
"This is - breathtaking. You're really talented." He looked at the second painting again. "This dappling effect - the sun through the trees - illuminating the locket. You should be painting fulltime."
"You're not just saying that?"
"Absolutely not. Maybe once you're settled you can show me more of your work."
"I'd like that. A lot." Alli grinned at Greg, and Greg grinned back oddly lighthearted.
"So - I guess we should get back to the party. Everyone will be angry at me for stealing away the guest of honor."
"Yeah. I guess we should." She stepped forward and gently took Goliath from Greg. "Sorry fella. I'll come back and visit you later. So - any suggestions on where I should start looking for an apartment?"
Greg shrugged as he followed Alli back through the kitchen and out the patio doors. "Depends on what you're looking for. Obviously, cat friendly. I would assume close to the high school and room to paint?"
Alli nodded. "And in my budget. If that's possible."
Nick had walked over and joined them when they stepped out, catching the tale-end of the conversation. "Why don't you sublet her your apartment Greg? You're not there right now, so why pay the rent? When you're ready to move back, you can let Alli know and she can look for an apartment then."
"You have an apartment you're not living in?" Alli tried not to sound too excited. "Would you consider subletting?"
"I don't suppose it would hurt to show it to you," Greg replied. "It's fully furnished though. But it fits your criteria. If you want to take a look at it, I could take you there tomorrow afternoon."
"I'd love to see it - it would be like an answer to my prayers. I hate apartment hunting! So, when tomorrow?"
"Uhm - you teaching?"
"Don't start until Wednesday."
"Okay then. How about 4:30? We can meet there."
Nick interrupted Greg. "You can't at 4:30, dude. That's your first appointment with Dr. Jansen."
Greg sighed in exasperation. "Right. Thanks Dad. How's 6:00, then?"
* * * * *
Katie followed Warrick nervously into New Havens Senior Complex, holding Nancy's hand tightly. Nancy had had an interesting time at Dr. Robbins, and she knew Nancy had loved it. The little girl had babbled excitedly about her new friend Lyndsey the entire drive to Warrick's grandmother.
She still could not get over how gracious everyone at Dr. Robbins had been - she had felt uncomfortable only briefly, during the odd conversation with Sara and Catherine, but that had quickly passed in the face of the light hearted bantering that followed. Katie wondered what it would be like to have friends like that.
Warrick had been mostly silent once they got in the car, contributing only when Nancy spoke to him, lost in a world of silence the rest of the time. He seemed to have taken on a cloak of sadness the closer they got to their destination, and Katie had been curious as to what the problem was. But she hadn't asked - too afraid he would respond it was Katie who was bothering him and he had made a mistake bringing her.
She and Nancy stood slightly off to Warrick's side as he stopped in front of a numbered apartment, and knocked softly. Katie smiled when she heard a muffled voice through the doorway exclaiming 'That's my Ricky!' before the door was pulled open and a sprightly old lady stepped into the hallway into Warrick's waiting hug.
"Ricky! I knew it was you." She stepped back and fondly patted his arm, before turning a steady gaze to Nancy and Katie, her smile warm. "And these must be your friends! Well, don't just stand there - come on in. Jeannie has a terrific meal all ready for us, and afterwards we're going to go a sing in the lounge."
Warrick smiled fondly at his grandmother, standing aside to let Nancy and Katie follow the older lady into her tiny apartment. Katie felt a small jolt of pleasure as his warm hand fell to the small of her back, gallantly guiding her into the small foyer.
"This is Katie and Nancy, Grams. Girls, this is grams."
"And that's all anyone calls me anymore!" Grams interrupted. "Jeannie tried calling me Lorna once, but never again, did you dear?"
The young women bustling around in back of Grams grinned. "You're a hard women to cross, Grams. And dinner is ready - Doctor said you had to have an early night, so if you want to go and play the piano, eat now."
"Yes dear." Grams rolled her eyes at Jeannie, winking at Nancy when the little girl giggled.
"She sounds like your mom!"
"I know! But she's a good girl; just looking out for me. Come then, sit down everyone. You sit here besides me, Nancy. Warrick, you sit here - Katie beside him, Jeannie beside Nancy, and we'll leave Delia's place at the end of the table." Katie sat in the spot Grams had indicated, watching as the older woman walked slowly towards a shelf, reaching for a photo and placing it lovingly at the empty place at the end of the table before moving to her own chair. "Gather hands, everyone, and let's thank the dear Lord for this blessed day."
Katie watched in amazement as Grams took Warrick's and Nancy's hands into her own, gasping in surprise as Warrick grasped her free hand and nodded across the table at Jeannie, who was waiting to link with her. When they were all joined by a circle of hands, Gram began.
"It's us again, God, coming to pray - We thank you for this blessed day. We thank you for family and friends, old and new. We thank you for this bountiful meal and hearts full of joy. Please be with us and guide us in our daily lives, letting us find the joy you hide everywhere. Help us let go of the pain of loss. And remember us to our dear Delia, our special angel, who we know is singing your praises in the garden of heaven. Amen."
Nancy's small voice piped up before the link was broken. "And Scotty too, God! Let Scotty and Delia sing together. Amen."
Grams squeezed Nancy's hand firmly, smiling at the young girl. "Who's Scotty, child?"
"My brother. He's dead. But I won't be so sad if I know he's in heaven with Delia. Because I'm friends with her brother, so he should be friends with her."
Katie glanced at Warrick in surprise. "I didn't know you had a sister, Warrick."
Warrick smiled at her sadly as he passed the salad. "She died twelve years ago today."
Katie's glance was stricken as she looked at him, eyes welling in sudden sympathy. "I'm sorry. Was she ill?"
Warrick didn't respond, but Grams did. "No, dear. She was murdered in South Africa on a church mission."
"That's - that's - terrible." Katie's voice betrayed her emotion, and she looked back to Warrick. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, knowing the sentiment was futile.
Both Katie and Warrick sat silently for the remainder of dinner, listening to the conversation between Nancy, Jeannie and Grams but not participating. Katie felt like she was moving on automatic pilot, smiling where appropriate while inside her heart was bleeding - for Scotty, for Delia, for Warrick himself. He was too nice a man to have had to face such sadness. Katie felt like crying everytime she looked at him.
After dinner, they all walked to the lounge and Grams walked joyfully to an old upright piano, fingers caressing the keys lovingly. "You sing, Katie child?" she smiled, "If you do join in on the songs you know." With graceful movements belying her age, she began playing - Amazing Grace was the first song, and Gram sang it joyfully, her old voice not as strong as it would have been in her youth, but beautiful none the less. From there, she moved on to How Great Thou Art, When Peace Like a River, and By the Sea of Crystal. Katie sang along softly to the songs she knew, smiling when she heard Warrick's voice join in. Several other seniors had gathered around the piano singing as well. After several hymns, Grams stopped playing and turned to Warrick.
"My old hands are getting tired, Warrick. Do you have any new songs to play for me?" She slid off the piano bench, smiling as Jeannie quickly helped her to an empty glider. Nancy quickly ran to her side, climbing into her lap at the old woman's invitation, eyes sleepy.
Warrick smiled at his Grams tenderly, and stepped towards the piano, cracking his knuckles. "One song, Grams. And then we have to go - I'm supposed to be at work in 40 minutes."
Katie watched enthralled as Warrick's strong hands started running over the keys, fingers caressing the ivories as his strong baritone filled the room.
"This looks familiar,
Vaguely familiar.
Almost unreal yet
It's too soon to feel yet.
Close to me soul,
And yet so far away.
I'm going to go back there someday.
Sunrises, night falls.
Sometimes, the sky calls.
Is that a song there?
And do I belong there?
I've never been there,
But I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there someday.
Come and go with me,
It's more fun to share.
We'll both be completely
At home in mid-air.
We're flying, not walking
On featherless wings.
We can hold onto love -
Like invisible strings.
There's not a word yet,
For old friends who've just met.
Part heaven, part space -
Or have I found my place?
You can just visit
But I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there -
God, please take me back there -
I have to get back there -
Someday."
The gentle words floated away, and the piano slowly faded. Warrick smiled at Grams as she clapped delightedly, along with several of the other people gathered around, rising to his feet in a little mock bow.
"And now, we must go. C'mon sweetheart -" this was said to Nancy, as he leaned over and kissed his grandmother's weathered cheek, "I'll carry you out. Love you, Grams."
"I love you too, Ricky." Grams reached up and patted his face tenderly. "Delia would be proud of you." She turned her smile to Katie. "Make my Ricky bring you and Nancy back to visit me soon, child. And come here and give an old lady a kiss."
Katie stepped forward and dutifully kissed Grams on the cheek, smiling in surprise as skinny arms wrapped around her in a quick hug as Grams whispered in her ear, "I like you, child, and my Ricky does too. I can tell. Treat him well."
Katie glanced sideways at Warrick, hoping he hadn't heard his grandmother's soft words, a slow flush climbing her face. "It was a pleasure meeting you," she whispered back, standing slowly as Grams released her.
Warrick reached out a hand, placing it on her back in the gentlemanly fashion that was uniquely his own. Katie smiled softly at him, noticing that Nancy was half asleep, arms wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist and head drooping tiredly on his shoulder. With another bye to his grandmother, Warrick guided her back to his car.
* * * * *
Grissom was waiting for Warrick when he arrived back at the lab. "I did a quick search in the missing persons database, searching all names and all spellings of Eric, reports filed from two years to 18 months in the state of Nevada. I only found one person - Eric O'Reily. Guess what his last known address is?" His gaze flicked quickly to Katie through the breakroom window, and back to Warrick.
Warrick sighed. "No guessing necessary. Katie and Nancy are in the lounge, by the way. Can you talk to Katie now, and then I'll take them home. Nancy's exhausted."
Grissom cocked an eyebrow at him. "'Take them home,' Warrick? Is there something going on I should know about?"
"No. Nothing. They're just - emotionally fragile right now - both of them. I don't want them getting too stressed." Warrick's voice was defensive.
"Just as long as you remember they're involved in this case. Katie's a key witness. And Brass is working on a safe home. There are some boundaries there, Warrick."
"Is this a lecture?"
"Does it need to be?" Grissom cocked an eyebrow. "Listen, I trust you Warrick. But you've always been a sucker for the damsel in distress, and you like kids. There's a damsel, there's a kid. Try to remain neutral. Be Switzerland."
"Switzerland. Huh." Warrick grimaced. "Should I get Katie for you?"
"Please. And Nancy, too. I want to talk to both of them."
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Author's Note: The song Warrick sings is from the Muppet Movie - it's the song Gonzo sings in the desert after the bus breaks down. What can I say? I love that movie! I forget what the song is called, but it was written by Paul Williams (and those of you who know who he is - good for you! Children of the '70s unite!) Next chapter - more case, Grissom and Greg have a chat, lots of angst.
Greg followed Alli through the kitchen, and into the garage, smiling when a small furry body immediately started rubbing itself against his legs, meowing in earnest..
"Hey little fella. Locked in the garage, are you?" He picked the kitten up, stroking its soft head.
"Actually, he's mine. Aunt Judy's allergic, so he has to stay in the garage until I find an apartment." She reached backwards and chucked the kitten affectionately under the chin. "My sister gave him to me before I left, so I would have at least one friend in Las Vegas."
"He's cute. What's his name?"
"Goliath. Don't laugh. He's a runty little guy, and I wanted him to have a big name, one that would inspire him to grow." She grinned. "Here we go. I had to unpack a couple of pieces because I didn't want them to warp on the frame."
Greg smiled as she lifted a large drop sheet, the kitten contentedly purring in his arms. Alli quickly flicked through the frames, pulling out a couple of the smaller ones to show him. The first canvas was a wash of pale tones, seemingly tinged in sepia, although the underlying colors were still strangely vivid. She had painted an endless stretch of flowers, stretching into the distance, with an old farmhouse in the far corner, weather beaten and shattered - Greg automatically felt a visceral tug.
"That's beautiful. I really love the colors. And the old farmhouse looks so desolate and lonely against the flowers - almost like it's sad."
Alli nodded her head thoughtfully, smiling. "That's exactly the feeling I was going for. It's my grandparents' old farmhouse. No one lives there anymore. I was sad when I painted it. What about this one?"
The second canvas was just as stunning. Instead of a large open plain, it was an extreme close-up of a broken silver locket, moss-encroached and hanging from an old tree stump. Alli had painted a silvery-gold dapple of sunlight through the overhanging cover of trees, and the whole picture had a regretful feel about it. Greg smiled when he saw it, reaching out a hand to run a finger gently across the canvas.
"This is - breathtaking. You're really talented." He looked at the second painting again. "This dappling effect - the sun through the trees - illuminating the locket. You should be painting fulltime."
"You're not just saying that?"
"Absolutely not. Maybe once you're settled you can show me more of your work."
"I'd like that. A lot." Alli grinned at Greg, and Greg grinned back oddly lighthearted.
"So - I guess we should get back to the party. Everyone will be angry at me for stealing away the guest of honor."
"Yeah. I guess we should." She stepped forward and gently took Goliath from Greg. "Sorry fella. I'll come back and visit you later. So - any suggestions on where I should start looking for an apartment?"
Greg shrugged as he followed Alli back through the kitchen and out the patio doors. "Depends on what you're looking for. Obviously, cat friendly. I would assume close to the high school and room to paint?"
Alli nodded. "And in my budget. If that's possible."
Nick had walked over and joined them when they stepped out, catching the tale-end of the conversation. "Why don't you sublet her your apartment Greg? You're not there right now, so why pay the rent? When you're ready to move back, you can let Alli know and she can look for an apartment then."
"You have an apartment you're not living in?" Alli tried not to sound too excited. "Would you consider subletting?"
"I don't suppose it would hurt to show it to you," Greg replied. "It's fully furnished though. But it fits your criteria. If you want to take a look at it, I could take you there tomorrow afternoon."
"I'd love to see it - it would be like an answer to my prayers. I hate apartment hunting! So, when tomorrow?"
"Uhm - you teaching?"
"Don't start until Wednesday."
"Okay then. How about 4:30? We can meet there."
Nick interrupted Greg. "You can't at 4:30, dude. That's your first appointment with Dr. Jansen."
Greg sighed in exasperation. "Right. Thanks Dad. How's 6:00, then?"
* * * * *
Katie followed Warrick nervously into New Havens Senior Complex, holding Nancy's hand tightly. Nancy had had an interesting time at Dr. Robbins, and she knew Nancy had loved it. The little girl had babbled excitedly about her new friend Lyndsey the entire drive to Warrick's grandmother.
She still could not get over how gracious everyone at Dr. Robbins had been - she had felt uncomfortable only briefly, during the odd conversation with Sara and Catherine, but that had quickly passed in the face of the light hearted bantering that followed. Katie wondered what it would be like to have friends like that.
Warrick had been mostly silent once they got in the car, contributing only when Nancy spoke to him, lost in a world of silence the rest of the time. He seemed to have taken on a cloak of sadness the closer they got to their destination, and Katie had been curious as to what the problem was. But she hadn't asked - too afraid he would respond it was Katie who was bothering him and he had made a mistake bringing her.
She and Nancy stood slightly off to Warrick's side as he stopped in front of a numbered apartment, and knocked softly. Katie smiled when she heard a muffled voice through the doorway exclaiming 'That's my Ricky!' before the door was pulled open and a sprightly old lady stepped into the hallway into Warrick's waiting hug.
"Ricky! I knew it was you." She stepped back and fondly patted his arm, before turning a steady gaze to Nancy and Katie, her smile warm. "And these must be your friends! Well, don't just stand there - come on in. Jeannie has a terrific meal all ready for us, and afterwards we're going to go a sing in the lounge."
Warrick smiled fondly at his grandmother, standing aside to let Nancy and Katie follow the older lady into her tiny apartment. Katie felt a small jolt of pleasure as his warm hand fell to the small of her back, gallantly guiding her into the small foyer.
"This is Katie and Nancy, Grams. Girls, this is grams."
"And that's all anyone calls me anymore!" Grams interrupted. "Jeannie tried calling me Lorna once, but never again, did you dear?"
The young women bustling around in back of Grams grinned. "You're a hard women to cross, Grams. And dinner is ready - Doctor said you had to have an early night, so if you want to go and play the piano, eat now."
"Yes dear." Grams rolled her eyes at Jeannie, winking at Nancy when the little girl giggled.
"She sounds like your mom!"
"I know! But she's a good girl; just looking out for me. Come then, sit down everyone. You sit here besides me, Nancy. Warrick, you sit here - Katie beside him, Jeannie beside Nancy, and we'll leave Delia's place at the end of the table." Katie sat in the spot Grams had indicated, watching as the older woman walked slowly towards a shelf, reaching for a photo and placing it lovingly at the empty place at the end of the table before moving to her own chair. "Gather hands, everyone, and let's thank the dear Lord for this blessed day."
Katie watched in amazement as Grams took Warrick's and Nancy's hands into her own, gasping in surprise as Warrick grasped her free hand and nodded across the table at Jeannie, who was waiting to link with her. When they were all joined by a circle of hands, Gram began.
"It's us again, God, coming to pray - We thank you for this blessed day. We thank you for family and friends, old and new. We thank you for this bountiful meal and hearts full of joy. Please be with us and guide us in our daily lives, letting us find the joy you hide everywhere. Help us let go of the pain of loss. And remember us to our dear Delia, our special angel, who we know is singing your praises in the garden of heaven. Amen."
Nancy's small voice piped up before the link was broken. "And Scotty too, God! Let Scotty and Delia sing together. Amen."
Grams squeezed Nancy's hand firmly, smiling at the young girl. "Who's Scotty, child?"
"My brother. He's dead. But I won't be so sad if I know he's in heaven with Delia. Because I'm friends with her brother, so he should be friends with her."
Katie glanced at Warrick in surprise. "I didn't know you had a sister, Warrick."
Warrick smiled at her sadly as he passed the salad. "She died twelve years ago today."
Katie's glance was stricken as she looked at him, eyes welling in sudden sympathy. "I'm sorry. Was she ill?"
Warrick didn't respond, but Grams did. "No, dear. She was murdered in South Africa on a church mission."
"That's - that's - terrible." Katie's voice betrayed her emotion, and she looked back to Warrick. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, knowing the sentiment was futile.
Both Katie and Warrick sat silently for the remainder of dinner, listening to the conversation between Nancy, Jeannie and Grams but not participating. Katie felt like she was moving on automatic pilot, smiling where appropriate while inside her heart was bleeding - for Scotty, for Delia, for Warrick himself. He was too nice a man to have had to face such sadness. Katie felt like crying everytime she looked at him.
After dinner, they all walked to the lounge and Grams walked joyfully to an old upright piano, fingers caressing the keys lovingly. "You sing, Katie child?" she smiled, "If you do join in on the songs you know." With graceful movements belying her age, she began playing - Amazing Grace was the first song, and Gram sang it joyfully, her old voice not as strong as it would have been in her youth, but beautiful none the less. From there, she moved on to How Great Thou Art, When Peace Like a River, and By the Sea of Crystal. Katie sang along softly to the songs she knew, smiling when she heard Warrick's voice join in. Several other seniors had gathered around the piano singing as well. After several hymns, Grams stopped playing and turned to Warrick.
"My old hands are getting tired, Warrick. Do you have any new songs to play for me?" She slid off the piano bench, smiling as Jeannie quickly helped her to an empty glider. Nancy quickly ran to her side, climbing into her lap at the old woman's invitation, eyes sleepy.
Warrick smiled at his Grams tenderly, and stepped towards the piano, cracking his knuckles. "One song, Grams. And then we have to go - I'm supposed to be at work in 40 minutes."
Katie watched enthralled as Warrick's strong hands started running over the keys, fingers caressing the ivories as his strong baritone filled the room.
"This looks familiar,
Vaguely familiar.
Almost unreal yet
It's too soon to feel yet.
Close to me soul,
And yet so far away.
I'm going to go back there someday.
Sunrises, night falls.
Sometimes, the sky calls.
Is that a song there?
And do I belong there?
I've never been there,
But I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there someday.
Come and go with me,
It's more fun to share.
We'll both be completely
At home in mid-air.
We're flying, not walking
On featherless wings.
We can hold onto love -
Like invisible strings.
There's not a word yet,
For old friends who've just met.
Part heaven, part space -
Or have I found my place?
You can just visit
But I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there -
God, please take me back there -
I have to get back there -
Someday."
The gentle words floated away, and the piano slowly faded. Warrick smiled at Grams as she clapped delightedly, along with several of the other people gathered around, rising to his feet in a little mock bow.
"And now, we must go. C'mon sweetheart -" this was said to Nancy, as he leaned over and kissed his grandmother's weathered cheek, "I'll carry you out. Love you, Grams."
"I love you too, Ricky." Grams reached up and patted his face tenderly. "Delia would be proud of you." She turned her smile to Katie. "Make my Ricky bring you and Nancy back to visit me soon, child. And come here and give an old lady a kiss."
Katie stepped forward and dutifully kissed Grams on the cheek, smiling in surprise as skinny arms wrapped around her in a quick hug as Grams whispered in her ear, "I like you, child, and my Ricky does too. I can tell. Treat him well."
Katie glanced sideways at Warrick, hoping he hadn't heard his grandmother's soft words, a slow flush climbing her face. "It was a pleasure meeting you," she whispered back, standing slowly as Grams released her.
Warrick reached out a hand, placing it on her back in the gentlemanly fashion that was uniquely his own. Katie smiled softly at him, noticing that Nancy was half asleep, arms wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist and head drooping tiredly on his shoulder. With another bye to his grandmother, Warrick guided her back to his car.
* * * * *
Grissom was waiting for Warrick when he arrived back at the lab. "I did a quick search in the missing persons database, searching all names and all spellings of Eric, reports filed from two years to 18 months in the state of Nevada. I only found one person - Eric O'Reily. Guess what his last known address is?" His gaze flicked quickly to Katie through the breakroom window, and back to Warrick.
Warrick sighed. "No guessing necessary. Katie and Nancy are in the lounge, by the way. Can you talk to Katie now, and then I'll take them home. Nancy's exhausted."
Grissom cocked an eyebrow at him. "'Take them home,' Warrick? Is there something going on I should know about?"
"No. Nothing. They're just - emotionally fragile right now - both of them. I don't want them getting too stressed." Warrick's voice was defensive.
"Just as long as you remember they're involved in this case. Katie's a key witness. And Brass is working on a safe home. There are some boundaries there, Warrick."
"Is this a lecture?"
"Does it need to be?" Grissom cocked an eyebrow. "Listen, I trust you Warrick. But you've always been a sucker for the damsel in distress, and you like kids. There's a damsel, there's a kid. Try to remain neutral. Be Switzerland."
"Switzerland. Huh." Warrick grimaced. "Should I get Katie for you?"
"Please. And Nancy, too. I want to talk to both of them."
________
Author's Note: The song Warrick sings is from the Muppet Movie - it's the song Gonzo sings in the desert after the bus breaks down. What can I say? I love that movie! I forget what the song is called, but it was written by Paul Williams (and those of you who know who he is - good for you! Children of the '70s unite!) Next chapter - more case, Grissom and Greg have a chat, lots of angst.