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Robert James looked up as the two men entered the interview room, his face holding a sinister smile. He watched intently as both Grissom and Brass came to sit down at the opposite side of the table from him, his eyes firmly trained on the graying man.

"How's your girlfriend?" he asked coldly, knowing his tone caused more than a little anger to stir inside Grissom's blue eyes.

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Brass leaned over and took the photos from Grissom's possession. Taking a breath, he looked directly at the young detainee. "Why did you do it Robert?"

Robert James remained silent, his cool eyes staring into Grissom's, trying to read his thoughts. Closing his eyes briefly, he opened them to smile slightly as he spoke, "She reminds me of my mother."

"Who?" Brass asked, willing Grissom to break his silence. But his friend remained silent, as if he could escape his inner pain by staring at the culprit before him.

"The woman you were holding," Robert said quietly, directing his words to Grissom. "She wasn't supposed to die, not her."

"She…" Brass started, only to have his words cut away from his as Grissom shifted slightly in his seat.

"Sara is not dead," Grissom told the young man coolly, keeping his voice leveled as he spoke. "I assume that you know the damage you caused here?"

"Yes I do," Robert nodded, "that was my intention."

Grissom's eyes turned to the photos on the table, and pulled one closer to himself with his fingers. "Why Catherine? Why does she deserve your so called 'treatment'?" Grissom's heart caught inside his throat as his eyes scanned across the array of images placed on the table. He settled on the one with him cradling Sara in his arms and found his eyes drawn to it, unable to release it from his gaze. Reaching out a trembling hand, he ran his fingers across the photo, coming to rest on Sara's face.

Brass watched with fascination as Grissom continued his silent vigil over the photo of the woman he loved. Breaking his reverie, he cast his steely gaze onto Robert James who kept his eyes trained on Grissom.

"So why Catherine?"

Snapping his head up, Robert met Brass' stare with a cold one of his own. "She killed my father. Way I see it, the bitch had it coming."

"DO NOT call any woman by those derogatory terms in my presence," Grissom warned in a low unwavering voice, his eyes holding the young detainee with seething anger. "I have read your file. Your father committed suicide in prison, so please explain to me how you have come to the conclusion that Catherine Willows is even remotely responsible for your fathers death?"

Robert shifted in his seat angrily as he watched Grissom's unwavering gaze upon him. "She took him away from me," he drawled angrily, "She made them take him."

"Your father murdered your uncle in cold blood," Brass intervened, opening the file at the appropriate page. "He placed the murder weapon in your uncles hands. Now that tells me that he is responsible for his own actions."

"You still don't get it do you?" Robert coaxed, chuckling to himself as he spoke. "The bastard deserved to die. He did nothing but beat on me while my dad was in prison, so my dad was gonna fix things."

"So your father killed your uncle because he hurt you?" Grissom asked, finally comprehending the mystery. "So why was your fingerprint found on the deceased's clothing?"

"Had to make sure he was dead," Robert grinned.

"Oh I think he was dead," Brass cut in, "your dad made sure of that."

Grissom watched silently as Robert turned his cold eyes onto the photos on the desk, before lifting his head to meet his gaze. Nodding his head in understanding, Grissom's mind started to clear. "Your father was covering for you, wasn't he?" He asked softly, "Your father couldn't do it, could he? Bank robbery to murder is a hell of a step don't you think?"

"I.." Robert stammered, closing his eyes as images flooded his mind. "My dad was weak. He couldn't do it." Opening his eyes again, he watched Grissom unwavering, "He decided to do just one more bank job with my uncle, 'one for the road' they called it. But they forgot about me. They forgot about what that bastard had done to me."

"So you decided to teach them both a lesson?" Brass asked slowly.

"My dad dying wasn't in the deal," he hissed, "he wasn't supposed to leave me again. He promised we'd be okay."

"So what happened Robert?" Grissom asked, his voice soothing. "You shot your uncle, and I'm guessing your father panicked?"

"Yeah," Robert grinned. His moods swung between the child and the young man he had become, his attitude morphing between the two "Dad saw the blood and freaked."

"So he took the heat to protect you?" Grissom asked. "A natural instinct for any parent I would assume."

"He made me take off my cloths and throw them into the fire," he nodded wistfully. "She never noticed the bruises."

"Who? Catherine?" Brass asked.

"Yeah, she took my dad away, but she didn't even ask why I had bruises over on my legs." Robert's voice started to crack as he spoke, his tears clouding his eyes. "He wasn't supposed to die. We were supposed to go away and start a new life together, but my uncle waved money under my dads nose and he forgot all of his promises."

"So because your father let you down, you're taking your anger out on Catherine? Where the hell is the sense in that?" Brass asked him with a growl.

"Why shouldn't she suffer too?" Robert hissed angrily. "You should all suffer."

Grissom stiffened with his words, his anger reaching high into his eyes as he tried desperately to hold onto his tongue. Beside him, Brass stood up from his chair and motioned for the officer to hand cuff the disturbed teenager. "You're under arrest for murder, intent to murder, willful destruction of a government building, and stalking a criminalist with the intention to cause harm." Lifting his eyes to the officer, he sucked in the nausea rising inside his throat, "Take him away."

Both men watched in silence as Robert James was led away to begin his confinement before his court date. Sighing heavily, Brass sat down heavily in the chair beside Grissom. "Sometimes I hate this job."

Nodding silently, Grissom's eyes scanned the photos again briefly before scooping them up and placing them inside the evidence bag. "I know what you mean," he sighed.

"Shifts almost over," Brass offered, "I have a bottle of whisky if you wanna join me?"

"No thanks Jim," Grissom said softly, shaking his head slowly as he pushed the chair back and stood to his feet. "I have to be somewhere."

Nodding knowingly, Jim Brass watched him as he headed towards the door. "Tell her I said hello."

Turning slightly, Grissom offered him a small smile then disappeared from the room to leave emptiness in his wake. Moving over towards the exit, Brass reached up to click off the light before departing the room to follow in the same path as his friend only a moment ago. The nightmare was finally over, he mused.

Half an hour later, Gil Grissom stood in the hospital room doorway looking in on Sara's sleeping form. Part of him wanted to rush towards her and sink to his knees beside her, but he knew that would scare her more than any words he could ever say. Slowly, he entered the room, careful not to wake her. Her nurse had already told him that she had been restless in his absence, so he kept his steps quiet as he came over to sit down beside her.

Her face was still incredibly pale, but she continued to take his breath away. Leaning closer towards the bed, he reached out a tentative hand to touch her fingers. He needed to feel her, her warmth releasing his heart from the chaotic restraints that had held him prisoner while he was in the company of a young killer.

Closing his eyes tiredly, he willed the wall of tears that had threatened to engulf him, away. He had to be strong for her. He had to show her he could cope, even though his heart was in pieces without her.

"Hey," she whispered softly, causing him to jerk his eyes open in surprise.

"Hey," he smiled as he shuffled closer. He had never before felt so helpless in his whole life. He'd always been strong, happy with his self-made isolation. Then one day, Sara Sidle came into his life and tore down all of his walls. She was in so deep now that he couldn't remember a day when he didn't love her.

"I missed you," she smiled sleepily, reaching to pull him closer to her.

"Me too," he nodded through tear filled eyes. The last few hours had worn down his senses, creating a deep chasm where he could feel himself slipping in to, something that he couldn't hide from the woman who loved him. Even in her current state, Sara knew he needed her.

"C'mere," she whispered softly, opening her arms for him as he moved closer to nestle his head against her chest. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she slipped a hand into his hair, threading her fingers through his curls. Closing her eyes, she felt his silent tears soak through her gown onto her skin and tightened her hold on him, giving him as much reassurance as she could.

"I need you," he whispered hoarsely, admitting the one thing that scared him more than anything else in the world. He had never needed anyone before; he had always been so independent. But now, after all that had happened, he couldn't seem to escape the fear of losing her surrounding his heart.

"I'm here," she whispered softly, her own tears cascading down her cheeks as she spoke. "We'll get through this."

Her words gave him the courage to lift his head from her arms and sit up to look into her eyes. What he saw in her brown depths mirrored the feelings inside his heart and he suddenly needed to be closer to her. Moving slowly, he came to sit beside her on the bed, careful to avoid her injured thigh. She smiled softly as she reached up to draw him down to her, nestling his face in the crook of her neck. Holding him close to her, she stroked his back gently with her fingers, drawing comfort from his embrace as well as giving him everything she possessed.

Closing her eyes, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, taking his warmth and his love with her as they both released their demons to find love and strength in each other's arms.

TBC…….