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A/N: Hey. Sadly the next chapter might take longer to be updated, because I'm returning to hellhole known as school *sob* I will try my best. Thank you for all of the reviews; pdhtgal, The Madhatter, csichicagolove, JMNchik21, Moose, PITAchic and shondie. You are angels. Please keep them coming, for I'll try and write faster. I'll even dedicate Business Studies to writing this. Deal? Nick and Sara aren't in this chapter, nor is Warrick. But all three will be returning next chapter. Well R&R and Enjoy!!! - Bex
"YES!"
The cry from down the hall woke Grissom from his sleep. He blinked a couple of times to rid the haze from his eyes. Looking at his watch, he read the time 6.14am. He must have fallen asleep around 11.30pm. Had he really been asleep that long?
Then he noticed the sleeping form of Catherine. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, that he didn't want to wake her. He could quiet happily watch her like this till the end of time. All the grogginess that he was experiencing quickly cleared up when Greg burst through the door.
"I've got it Grissom. I'VE GOT IT!" He shouted happily.
Grissom frowned at him and was about to tell him to keep it down before he woke Catherine, but it was already too late. She groaned as she woke up and looked up at Greg sleepily.
"Morning Greg. Where's the fire?" She muttered.
"And good morning to you too."
"So?" Gris asked impatiently.
"So?" Greg repeated confused, then realised what Gris was on about. "Oh, why I'm here. I'm here because I've found out what the white powder is."
Both Gris and Catherine perked up at this and looked at Greg expectantly.
"It is ground painkillers," He announced proudly. "More importantly, they're the same brand of painkillers that Robert Sinclair's been proscribed."
He handed the two CSIs the results sheet.
"It's too early to go and see him," Cath commented as if reading Grissom mind.
"Fine," He agreed irritated. "Do you know where Warrick is?'
"He feel asleep in the break room," Greg informed them.
"Cath can you go and wake him. And also page Nick and Sara too," He ordered.
"Sure thing Boss," Cath responded before she left.
Grissom noticed Greg yawning compulsively and two large, dark bags rested under his eyes. He guessed that he'd probably didn't get too much sleep last night.
"Greg, go get some sleep."
"I'm fine," Greg insisted, unconvincingly as he yawned. "Ok, maybe I'll go and get a little shut eye."
"Oh yeah. I'm good," Grissom heard Greg mutter triumphantly as he left.
After he had gone, Gris picked up the phone. He knew that Edmund Rebus used to go for a morning jog around 6.30. He just hoped for his sake that he hadn't given it up. Gris dialled the number and after a number of rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" mumbled a groggy voice.
"Ed, it's Gris."
"Hey Gil, why the hell are you ringing so early?"
"Don't you watch the news?" Gris demanded more angrily then he'd intended.
"Haven't yet."
"Or listen to your answer machine messages? Or turn on your mobile?"
Ed groaned, "Look Gris, I'm in no mod for games. It's early and I have a bitch of a hangover."
"I'm calling because your student, Jenny Sinclair, is facing being charged with the murder of her husband unless you can clear her," He snapped.
There was a pause whilst these words settled in.
"I'll try and be there in about 20 minutes," Ed told him.
"Try and make it in 10," Gris ordered as he hung up.
Edmund Rebus actually managed to make it in 15. Grissom watched him through the one-way mirror, as he sat waiting in the interview room. He looked terrible. There was a shadow of stubble on his pale face, his eyes were red and his clothes a mess. Grissom was not looking forward to this. He nodded at Catherine and they walked in.
"Hey Gil. Catherine," Ed greeted on their entry.
Catherine smiled in response, whilst Grissom's face stayed a mask.
"Where have you been Ed?" Grissom demanded, failing to keep the edge of anger out of his voice.
He hesitated, "With my lawyer, sorting out my divorce. Then I went and got drunk."
"And before that?"
Cath stared at the two men, trying to workout what was going on. Ed wasn't meeting Gris' eye, which was fixed glaring at him intensely. And was there a hint of disappointment mixed in with the anger? She decided to step in.
"Ed, can you tell us if Jenny Sinclair came to your class at 10.30?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Was she late?"
"No, slightly early actually and ready as usual."
"Did she leave early?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Ed confirmed.
"Are you covering up for her?" Grissom butted in.
Ed's head snapped to face Grissom, meeting Gris' glare. He gave him a confused look.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you covering up for her?" Gris repeated.
"No. Why would I be doing that?"
"You tell us Ed. Maybe it had something to do with where you went after your class? More importantly, who with."
Ed looked away guiltily.
"What's going on Gris?" Cath demanded, confused about what was going on.
"Maybe you should ask Ed." Gris suggested, and after Ed gave no response, "Ok. How about I tell you how Ed's been sleeping around with a student. Estella Dickens to be more precise."
"Ed?" Cath asked, not sure if she believed what she was hearing.
Edmund gave no response; instead he just shuffled uneasily in his seat. He then nodded slightly and Cath's face was covered by a look of shock.
"What were you thinking? You could get fired for this. She's 18 years younger then you."
"It's not what you think," Ed defended.
"Oh really?" Gris asked raising an eyebrow.
"I love her. She's going to graduate soon, then it'll be ok."
Gris snorted slightly.
"Look, me and Kara are getting a divorce. I didn't mean to fall for Estella, but I did and I'm glad. And I don't need your approval," Ed snapped angrily at him.
He glared at Grissom and then turned to Cath.
"No, I'm not covering up for Jenny Sinclair. Yes, she was in my class at 10.30. No, she wasn't late. And no, she didn't leave early. Can I go now?"
"Yes," Cath replied before Gris could protest and make the situation worse.
Ed stood up and stormed out. Cath watched him go, disappointed in him. She then turned to Grissom, who had started to pace around the room. Her face fell to a look of pity. She hoped for his sake that his and Ed's friendship could be saved.
"Gris? Gris talk to me?" She pleaded gently.
"How could he be so stupid? He could get fired. I never expected him to do something like this. What was he thinking?" He blurted angrily.
Catherine shrugged, "Love makes people do the wacky. Consequences be damned."
He looked at her and held her gaze. His anger began to melt away, as if her blue eyes were cooling it. They stood there in silence for a bit, then he turned away and rubbed his temple.
"Do you want to tell Jenny Sinclair or not?' She asked.
"I'll tell her."
"Then I'll tell the lawyer," She sighed and began to walk out.
"Catherine?"
She stopped and looked back at him.
"Yes?"
He shook his head, "Nothing."
She gave him a look and left. He sighed and sat down to collect his thoughts before going to see Jenny. Apart of him didn't know why he'd got so mad at Ed. Apart of him was jealous of him for actually going after someone he loved. For selfishly giving in. Something he was too afraid to do.
'Coward.'
A/N: So what do you think? Please review and give me something to smile about. :o)
A/N: Hey. Sadly the next chapter might take longer to be updated, because I'm returning to hellhole known as school *sob* I will try my best. Thank you for all of the reviews; pdhtgal, The Madhatter, csichicagolove, JMNchik21, Moose, PITAchic and shondie. You are angels. Please keep them coming, for I'll try and write faster. I'll even dedicate Business Studies to writing this. Deal? Nick and Sara aren't in this chapter, nor is Warrick. But all three will be returning next chapter. Well R&R and Enjoy!!! - Bex
"YES!"
The cry from down the hall woke Grissom from his sleep. He blinked a couple of times to rid the haze from his eyes. Looking at his watch, he read the time 6.14am. He must have fallen asleep around 11.30pm. Had he really been asleep that long?
Then he noticed the sleeping form of Catherine. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, that he didn't want to wake her. He could quiet happily watch her like this till the end of time. All the grogginess that he was experiencing quickly cleared up when Greg burst through the door.
"I've got it Grissom. I'VE GOT IT!" He shouted happily.
Grissom frowned at him and was about to tell him to keep it down before he woke Catherine, but it was already too late. She groaned as she woke up and looked up at Greg sleepily.
"Morning Greg. Where's the fire?" She muttered.
"And good morning to you too."
"So?" Gris asked impatiently.
"So?" Greg repeated confused, then realised what Gris was on about. "Oh, why I'm here. I'm here because I've found out what the white powder is."
Both Gris and Catherine perked up at this and looked at Greg expectantly.
"It is ground painkillers," He announced proudly. "More importantly, they're the same brand of painkillers that Robert Sinclair's been proscribed."
He handed the two CSIs the results sheet.
"It's too early to go and see him," Cath commented as if reading Grissom mind.
"Fine," He agreed irritated. "Do you know where Warrick is?'
"He feel asleep in the break room," Greg informed them.
"Cath can you go and wake him. And also page Nick and Sara too," He ordered.
"Sure thing Boss," Cath responded before she left.
Grissom noticed Greg yawning compulsively and two large, dark bags rested under his eyes. He guessed that he'd probably didn't get too much sleep last night.
"Greg, go get some sleep."
"I'm fine," Greg insisted, unconvincingly as he yawned. "Ok, maybe I'll go and get a little shut eye."
"Oh yeah. I'm good," Grissom heard Greg mutter triumphantly as he left.
After he had gone, Gris picked up the phone. He knew that Edmund Rebus used to go for a morning jog around 6.30. He just hoped for his sake that he hadn't given it up. Gris dialled the number and after a number of rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" mumbled a groggy voice.
"Ed, it's Gris."
"Hey Gil, why the hell are you ringing so early?"
"Don't you watch the news?" Gris demanded more angrily then he'd intended.
"Haven't yet."
"Or listen to your answer machine messages? Or turn on your mobile?"
Ed groaned, "Look Gris, I'm in no mod for games. It's early and I have a bitch of a hangover."
"I'm calling because your student, Jenny Sinclair, is facing being charged with the murder of her husband unless you can clear her," He snapped.
There was a pause whilst these words settled in.
"I'll try and be there in about 20 minutes," Ed told him.
"Try and make it in 10," Gris ordered as he hung up.
Edmund Rebus actually managed to make it in 15. Grissom watched him through the one-way mirror, as he sat waiting in the interview room. He looked terrible. There was a shadow of stubble on his pale face, his eyes were red and his clothes a mess. Grissom was not looking forward to this. He nodded at Catherine and they walked in.
"Hey Gil. Catherine," Ed greeted on their entry.
Catherine smiled in response, whilst Grissom's face stayed a mask.
"Where have you been Ed?" Grissom demanded, failing to keep the edge of anger out of his voice.
He hesitated, "With my lawyer, sorting out my divorce. Then I went and got drunk."
"And before that?"
Cath stared at the two men, trying to workout what was going on. Ed wasn't meeting Gris' eye, which was fixed glaring at him intensely. And was there a hint of disappointment mixed in with the anger? She decided to step in.
"Ed, can you tell us if Jenny Sinclair came to your class at 10.30?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Was she late?"
"No, slightly early actually and ready as usual."
"Did she leave early?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Ed confirmed.
"Are you covering up for her?" Grissom butted in.
Ed's head snapped to face Grissom, meeting Gris' glare. He gave him a confused look.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you covering up for her?" Gris repeated.
"No. Why would I be doing that?"
"You tell us Ed. Maybe it had something to do with where you went after your class? More importantly, who with."
Ed looked away guiltily.
"What's going on Gris?" Cath demanded, confused about what was going on.
"Maybe you should ask Ed." Gris suggested, and after Ed gave no response, "Ok. How about I tell you how Ed's been sleeping around with a student. Estella Dickens to be more precise."
"Ed?" Cath asked, not sure if she believed what she was hearing.
Edmund gave no response; instead he just shuffled uneasily in his seat. He then nodded slightly and Cath's face was covered by a look of shock.
"What were you thinking? You could get fired for this. She's 18 years younger then you."
"It's not what you think," Ed defended.
"Oh really?" Gris asked raising an eyebrow.
"I love her. She's going to graduate soon, then it'll be ok."
Gris snorted slightly.
"Look, me and Kara are getting a divorce. I didn't mean to fall for Estella, but I did and I'm glad. And I don't need your approval," Ed snapped angrily at him.
He glared at Grissom and then turned to Cath.
"No, I'm not covering up for Jenny Sinclair. Yes, she was in my class at 10.30. No, she wasn't late. And no, she didn't leave early. Can I go now?"
"Yes," Cath replied before Gris could protest and make the situation worse.
Ed stood up and stormed out. Cath watched him go, disappointed in him. She then turned to Grissom, who had started to pace around the room. Her face fell to a look of pity. She hoped for his sake that his and Ed's friendship could be saved.
"Gris? Gris talk to me?" She pleaded gently.
"How could he be so stupid? He could get fired. I never expected him to do something like this. What was he thinking?" He blurted angrily.
Catherine shrugged, "Love makes people do the wacky. Consequences be damned."
He looked at her and held her gaze. His anger began to melt away, as if her blue eyes were cooling it. They stood there in silence for a bit, then he turned away and rubbed his temple.
"Do you want to tell Jenny Sinclair or not?' She asked.
"I'll tell her."
"Then I'll tell the lawyer," She sighed and began to walk out.
"Catherine?"
She stopped and looked back at him.
"Yes?"
He shook his head, "Nothing."
She gave him a look and left. He sighed and sat down to collect his thoughts before going to see Jenny. Apart of him didn't know why he'd got so mad at Ed. Apart of him was jealous of him for actually going after someone he loved. For selfishly giving in. Something he was too afraid to do.
'Coward.'
A/N: So what do you think? Please review and give me something to smile about. :o)