Part 5

"A Ken Bailey." Sara turned back to the computer as his eyes clouded with confusion. She pulled up Ken Bailey's file and pointed to the screen. "He's related to our vic. That last surviving member of the Halls family. The will was about to be changed, says the lawyers. Apparently Mrs Halls was upset with the way her grandson had taken advantage of her family to feed his habit. He was arrested three years ago for possession of drugs and GBH. He was let out on good behaviour recently." Sara stopped and turned back to her husband.

Grissom smirked. "How recent?"

"Like, the day she was attacked." Sara pulled open a file and handed it to him. "I looked at her will. She changed it the day before she was killed. I'm thinking she told him and he wanted the money." Sighing, Sara rubbed her eyes. "The only problem is, that we don't have anything to charge him with. Nothing to compare. It's hopeless."

Grissom closed the file and leaned forward. His mouth inches from her ear. "DNA lab is testing a hair I found in the toilet and the toilet water came back positive for the water found in the vics lungs." He kissed her neck and stood. "Lets go see what Peter's got."

Sara's smile spread across her face as she followed her husband out the office and towards DNA. Peter was sitting on the stool and staring at the results. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, got a match on a." He looked back down to make sure. "Ken Bailey."

Sara turned to Grissom and hugged him. "Yes." She pulled away and took the results. "All we need is Ian and a warrant."

Grissom pulled out his cell and handed it to her. "Go ahead and I'll find Catherine to give Hannah the robbery that just came through." Sara nodded and left the lab. Grissom thanked Peter and turned to find Catherine.

Ian stood by the wall as he looked at the suspect. Grissom and Sara entered the room. "All set." Ian said, not taking his eyes from Ken Bailey.

Grissom sat down in front of the suspect and pushed two reports in front of him. Pointing to the left, he said. "This is a sample of water taken from the scene." Pointing to the right, he added. "And this is a hair found inside the toilet."

Sara pushed a photo towards the suspect. "This is your Nan."

Ken Bailey didn't say anything and Grissom just sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Four nights ago you visited your Nan. She let you in thinking you were just there to talk, but you weren't. You went there with the intent to kill her." Grissom watched as Ken Bailey's eyes lowered to the table.

Sara continued. "She talked about the will and you got angry. You blocked the toilet and waited until she was in the hallway. You drowned her and took off with what you could sell." Leaning forward, Sara glared at him. "How could you do that to family?"

Ken Bailey looked up at her. "She changed her will so I couldn't have the money she said I'd get if she died."

Grissom and Sara quickly shared a confused look. "You killed her because she changed her will?"

Ken Bailey nodded. "I had nothing left. I was going to use that money to get my life back."

Grissom turned to Ian and waved him over. Ian stood the suspect up and cuffed him. Two officers escorted Ken Bailey to booking.

Sara leaned sideways against Grissom and sighed. "Money." She huffed.

"It's a strange world honey." Grissom said as he collected the papers up.

Ian smiled and check the time. "Shouldn't you be going?"

Grissom glanced at his watch and cursed. He rushed out the room as Sara approached Ian. "He's going to be late."

Ian nodded. "I just hope Jacob won't annoy him to hell about it."

Sara looped her arm with his and leaned against him. "He knows his fathers time keeping is very bad. I'm sure he'll give him stick and Grissom will bully him later."

"As long as they don't arm wrestle again, I'm ok with it." Ian laughed.

Jordan dropped into the easy chair and propped her feet up on the soft stool. She sighed and finished her orange juice. "Maybe I can never move from this spot. Just have the baby and never leave."

Sara turned from the front window and chuckled. "Having the baby like that would not only be messy, but your father will have you out of there when he gets home."

"He can only try." Jordan groaned. "I'm claiming this as my own. If I need to, I will plant a flag and declare it."

Sara laughed and turned back to the window. "Where are they?" She asked, concerned.

"They'll be here. Maybe they stopped at the bar for a drink."

"He's not old enough Jordan." Sara frowned at her daughter. "I'm going to go outside and water the plants. You need anything, you call me." Jordan smiled and closed her eyes.

An hour later. Sara sat by the pool with her legs in the water. Jordan had fallen asleep and the boys were no where to be seen. Ian was working and wouldn't be by for a few more hours. Sara sighed and looked up at the blue sky.

"You worry too much." Came the familiar voice from the patio doors.

Sara turned and stood. She smiled and wrapped her arms around the tall, dark brown curly hared young man. "Hey."

His arms held her tightly and kissed her cheek. "Hey mom."

"I was worrying a little bit. Not a lot." She assured him.

"Jacob, where's your mother?" Grissom shouted.

Sara looked curiously at her son and then stepped around him to come face to face with a bunch of flowers. "Oh, I see. Flowers huh?"

Grissom smiled. "Sorry we're late. I stopped to get Jordan some ice cream and Jacob needed some new clothes."

Sara took the flowers and handed them to Jacob. "Put those in some water sweetie. I'm going to beat your dad up."

Grissom stepped back as she stepped towards him. "Sara." He grinned at her and held out his hands. "I got you your favourite."

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. "As long as your not spattered across some road, I'm ok with you being late."

Grissom wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her tenderly. "Sorry." He murmured.

Jacob cleared his throat. "Excuse me, there are two other people in this room."