Hello all you happy people out there in FF.com land. The reason for my speedy posts is that I am being forced to go on a family vacation for the 4th, and I want to get this finished before I go. It's like when you have taped an episode of CSI because of the vast amount of homework you have received, and go to watch it the next day, only to find out that your father turned off the VCR ten minutes before the episode ended and you are stuck trying to figure out who killed who for the next month before it goes into repeats. Yah, I don't practically like that, so I don't want any one else to suffer my same fate.

Oh, and another thing, if anyone finds any loose threads in this story, please tell me. I have read it over a couple of times through to make sure I have covered everything, but that is sometimes hard to do. I know in my head what is supposed to happen, and sometimes I look over what I should have written. :-)

Right, read on….

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"Mr. Signh?" Grissom asked through the halfway cracked door. "Las Vegas Crime Lab, I'd like to ask you a few questions." Luke Signh opened the door a little bit more so Grissom could get a full look at him. He was big, very big. Grissom ducked into his doom room.

"What do you want?" Luke snapped.

"I'd like to ask you about your friend Josh Tucker."

"He's dead." Luke replied forcefully.

"And that's why I want to ask you a few questions."

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Nick knocked on the door three times before someone finally answered. "I don't think you are Erik Kurt." He replied looking at the tall blonde who was standing in the doorway with half of her clothes on. The blonde ducked away back into the room, and Erik came out. "Mr. Kurt? I have a warrant for your gun." Nick stated walking into the doom room.

"I don't have a gun." Erik replied coolly.

"Oh, that's right, you don't, but your dad does. And he says it has been missing from its case for quite some time now…."

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"Neither one of them is talking." Catherine said to Grissom as she walked out of interrogation room number one. "They haven't asked for lawyers yet, so I guess that's good."

"Have you tried blinding them with the evidence?" Grissom asked taking a sip of his cold coffee. He had been waiting for Catherine to talk to both of the guys for about an hour now. She seemed to be taking her time interrogating them, except that now she was telling him that they weren't talking.

"You were always better at that than I was." She said and walked down the hall towards the break room. Grissom now had no choice to go and question the two suspects. 

Grissom chose to go and talk to Luke Signh first. Three fingerprints of his had been found in the house, and he was listed on the rave sheet as the "all star baseball player." Grissom pushed open the door to reveal a sullen looking Luke.

"Do you want to tell me why I'm here?" Luke demanded slamming his fist on the table.

"I can see you've got a temper there Mr. Signh. Tell me, do you get violent when you are angry?" Grissom asked. If this could go the way he was hoping it would, he might not have to use any evidence to blind at all.

"It depends who I'm dealing with." Luke replied. Ok, so Grissom was going to have to use some evidence.

"You a good baseball player?" Grissom inquired.

"I wouldn't be on the varsity team if I wasn't."

"Right, so, Josh must have been a good football player to be on that team then too. But you know, sometimes the performance of an athlete is slowed when they are on drugs. Or even when they have a bullet in their stomach."

Luke stared right at Grissom not blinking. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I have evidence that says that you were at 76 East Hamos recently. I also have evidence that supports that Josh was there too, and that things got ugly. Now, it would be a lot easier on all of us if you told me what happened."

Luke continued to look straight at Grissom. "Ok, if you want to play it like that. Drugs were found at the house and on Josh. Do you want to tell me what that is about?" Grissom had a feeling that he was going to get nothing off of Luke, because he just started straight ahead. Now Grissom was frustrated with this and stood up, "You know Mr. Signh, if things go my way tonight, you could be facing a lot of jail time."

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"Need some help?" Brass asked as Grissom walked into the break room. He headed straight for the coffee pot and poured him self a big cup.

"Like you have no idea." Grissom replied chugging the coffee. Sara walked into the room at that moment, and Grissom looked over at her. She seemed to be happier now, her steps were lighter and she hadn't tired to bite off Nick's head in a while. Sara smiled at him, and then got some coffee for herself. She had been smiling a lot recently. Hopefully this meant that her mood was improving.

"Having pleasant conversations with the boys?" she asked taking a sip.

"They aren't talking." Brass said, "You never found this O'Malley did you?"

Sara shook her head, "it makes me think that there is another matching bullet somewhere else."

The three of them walked down to interrogation room number two, where Erik Kurt was enjoying himself. He was wandering around the room and looking at the one-way glass. "Any one in there?" he called tapping on it.

"Oh, this guy looks fun." Sara stated before heading into the room on the other side of the glass. Brass and Grissom walked into the interrogation room.

"Mr. Kurt, please take a seat." Grissom asked taking one himself. Brass walked over and stood in his usual corner to observe everything. "Now, Mr. Kurt, you own a gun?"

"Um," Erik bit his lip. "It's my dad's. He gave it to me when I came here."

"That's not the story he is telling." Brass called from across the room. "He didn't know where it had gone to, until I told him that its bullets had started showing up in Vegas."

Erik fell quiet for a moment. "Ok, ok, I took his gun. But it was just for protection!" he yelled.

"Have you ever used it for something when you weren't in danger?" Grissom asked.

"No." he replied sternly. "But other people have."

This caught Grissom's attention. "Who are these other people?"

Erik looked nervous now. He squirmed in his seat as if he had not meant to say what he had just said. "No one, no one has used my gun other than me."

"So have you used the gun recently?"

"No." he replied firmly 

"Erik, I can match the bullets to the gun, we have record of them. We know the bullet that shot Josh came from your father's gun."

Erik made a revolted look, "Yah, but you're never going to find it." he said half mockingly.

"Erik, we need the gun." Grissom replied getting frustrated with this banter. "How about you tell me if you know where Hennery O'Malley is?" he tired.

"'Malley? He's with the gun…. uh…. no…. no…. sorry…. he's at home. Yah, I saw him yesterday there."

"Erik, We need to know what you know. Where is Hennery O'Malley?"

"Luke knows, he hid him."

At this Brass left the room abruptly and ran into Luke's room.

"Where is Hennery O'Malley?" Brass shouted at him.

Luke stared straight at him, not blinking.