Disclaimer : Please see chapter one
Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews. We're almost at and end to this tale, but like most good films there's an alternate ending. You'll have to wait to see which one I choose........oooohhhhhhhh!
TWENTY THREE
'Who the hell are you?' The book dropped with a loud thud as Brass and Grissom did as they were instructed and placed hands behind their heads.
'You mean the great detective hasn't worked it out yet?' The voice mocked.
'Where have I had time to work anything out Sherlock? You've had me running around Vegas for the past week. I haven't even had time to do any other work.'
'Good. Less time spent sending innocents to prison.'
'What?' Brass started to turn but the nuzzle of a gun in his neck halted his action.
'Ah,ah...... Captain Brass, they promoted you then. I'm impressed.'
'How so?'
'I'm impressed that a total idiot like you made the grade, or did they promote you because you take great enjoyment out of stepping on people? And that CSI bitch, did you ever get off with her?'
'Catherine?'
'Yeah, the one you made eyes at from the witness stand while they condemmned my father to die. You know I've given you ample opportunity to get between her legs this last week, please don't tell me you wasted the chance.'
'Hard lines sicko. I haven't touched her.'
'Tut,tut tut. Now that doesn't impress me. I've even given you both the chance to embarrass yourselves to an excruciating level, and you passed up on it. You know the whore in the nigthclub was most disappointed in your performance. She thought you had potential. She even said you were very ready for her when she grabbed you. Then you had to go flash your badge and scare her with the threat of the joint. That was naughty.'
'I don't use ladies of the night.'
'That suprises me....JIM. You don't mind if I call you Jim do you?....A lonely guy like yourself, and you are lonely.'
'No I'm....'
'Shut up!' The barrel of the gun pushed deeper into Brass's neck until it began to hurt.'Don't LIE to me. I followed you before our little game started. You work, you go home, you go to work again. That's your pathetic little life apart from the dry cleaners and breakfast on occassion with your buddy here.' Grissom felt a nudge in his back.
'Just tell us what you want,' Gil half turned and saw the youthful face of an angry young man glaring back at him. The calm voice belied the
intense hatred in his eyes.
'Him!' Brass had his neck pushed further forward until he was practically bending over. 'Taking the redhead out too would have been a bonus, but he'll do.....for now.'
'You won't get away with this.' Grissom's voice remained steady.
'You're right Mr Grissom. But I'll have done the thing I set out to do and that'll be my consolation on those long, lonely nights in a maximum security cell. Jim's life for my fathers, you remember him don't you Mr Policeman, Matthew Peters.'
'Yeah,'Brass half laughed. 'I remember every guy I send to the chamber, but no-one'll remember you after they stick the needle in you're arm.'
'He was innocent, and you hunted him down like a dog.
'He killed a sixteen year old girl.'
'No he didn't.'
'Yes, he did. After raping her he grabbed her neck and squeezed until it snapped and all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.' The gun clicked as the hammer was drawn back. Brass froze and closed his eyes waiting for the end, but instead a hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back slowly until warm breath was by his ear.
'He was innocent,'Peters whispered almost inaudibly. 'You should have been a better detective....detective....because I....KILLED...HER.'
'But the evidence?'
'Magic tricks have always been my favourite hobby, and slight of hand in particular.....'
'You swopped samples?' Grissom anticipated the tale.
'My fathers for mine, but with his help of course. He thought you were stupid too and when his alibi checked your case would crumble. All he had to say then was he had consensual sex with her and freedom would come calling.'
'But it didn't.'
'No. Alas Jim broke the alibi when the man who my dad was with was involved in a car accident. He had the bad grace to die before telling flatfoot here they were in an illegal poker game at the time poor Anna.......well the jury went on the evidence after that....' Peters sighed heavily.
'At least let me die with my pants on.' Brass changed the subject as the room went quiet.
'I take it your gun is in the locker, so that would be a no to that request, but I have no beef with Mr Grissom, so I'll let him fetch your pants only. You're right, a man should die with his pants on. Even a bastard like you. Don't be too long, I'd hate for the gun to go off because of cramp in my hand.'
Grissom turned and walking backwards watching carefully, exited the room and set off at at run for the locker room and his cell phone. When the door had closed, Peters suddenly released Brass and shuffling the gun from side to side, indicated an over-stuffed arm chair. Eyeing Peters with complete disdain, Jim sat slowly and rested the cushion in his lap.
'You know I'm rather disappointed. You've chased around Vegas doing all my little jobs mainly with the ex-stripper and you didn't bring her with you to my party. I was rather excited at the thought of her running around naked. Looks like she has a great body. Would you have been able to contol yourself Jim?'
'Yes.'
'Liar. You'd have to be a damn monk, although if you've already nailed her, then you'd be very comfortable being naked in her presence. Maybe I'd have got to taste her charms too before....'
'I haven't touched her. I never will, she doesn't like me that way, but if you'd have laid one finger on her......'
'I'd have taken her and there'd have been nothing you could have done about it. But I would have let you watch. Now that would have been even more torture for you wouldn't it? Probably worse than killing you in your opinion.'
'Look kid,' Brass was trying to control the anger that was rising in his gut. Never in his life had he wanted to physically hurt someone as deliberately as he wanted to hurt this character who held him under the threat of a bullet. At least he could be greatful in the knowledge that Catherine was safe out of this man's reach, and that was the thought that prevented him doing something uncharaceristically rash.
'I'm not a kid.'
'Yes you are. You're a boy.'
'A boy who's outsmarted you this week.You know you should have more respect for someone holding a gun to your head.'
'You don't wanna kill me. You're angry but.....'
'Shut up! You know nothing about me. I killed once,what the fuck makes you think I won't kill you? I spent the best part of a year planning this. You were supposed to get caught with the whore, but you played cop. You were supposed to get the shit kicked out of you, but you fight dirty. And then the church.......you were supposed to die in the church. Why can't you do anything right?'
'Guess I'm one of life's assholes.'
A soft knocking drew both their attention back to the library door.
'Part way only,' Peters called. A hand slipped about the door and held out a pair of jeans. 'Shake them.' They shook violently. 'Just checking there's no gun. Okay Brass, take them slowly.' Jim walked over to the partially opened portal and saw a half dressed Grissom in the corridor. Nodding slightly, a smile playing about his lips, the detective took the denims and with a shout of 'NOW!'was pulled by the wrist through the gap. The door closed before a loud crack as the bullet splintered the wood just above his head.
'We got him pinned. I don't think there's another way out,' said Brass breathlessly struggling into his jeans as Gil held onto the door handle. Discarding the holster, Brass drew his gun.
'Wait,' said Grissom. 'We have him trapped Jim, and the team shouldn't be too far away.'
'We're here!' Catherine's voice sounded behind them. 'Nick and Warrick are with Vega in the grounds. We think we know who's doing this.'
'Matthew Peters Jnr.' Brass shook his head.
'How did you know that?'
'Because I've just been getting my head cozy with the nuzzle of his gun for the last twenty minutes.'
'Blames us for executing his father. It was our first case together.But he's been planting DNA.'
'I know. But it wasn't a plant. It was his DNA all along.'
'What?'
'Long story. I'll fill you in later.'Jim raised his gun and pointed it towards the door. Catherine also drew her weapon and Sara followed suit. 'Stand back girls.'
'Hey,' Sara was indignant. 'We're a team.' She took the opportunity to run a hand down Grissom's bare back. 'You guys need us, even if you haven't learnt that yet.'Catherine arched an eyebrow. Sara shrugged. Grissom peered at her through squinting eyes as a pleasant but involuntary shiver ran down his spine. She grinned her toothy grin and Catherine took up a fighting stance, pushing past Brass tweaking several chest hairs as she went. He winced.
'Ouch,okay,' Brass conceeded, 'But I go first.'He used a gentle hand to guide the CSI by the belt back behind his body where he gave her denim clad rump an affectionate pat. 'Gil, You and Sara follow me in and take the left side of the room, Cath and I will take the right. And ladies,' he paused with a grin,'You stay right behind us boys, coz you're right, us boys need you far more than you need us.'
tbc.................
Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews. We're almost at and end to this tale, but like most good films there's an alternate ending. You'll have to wait to see which one I choose........oooohhhhhhhh!
TWENTY THREE
'Who the hell are you?' The book dropped with a loud thud as Brass and Grissom did as they were instructed and placed hands behind their heads.
'You mean the great detective hasn't worked it out yet?' The voice mocked.
'Where have I had time to work anything out Sherlock? You've had me running around Vegas for the past week. I haven't even had time to do any other work.'
'Good. Less time spent sending innocents to prison.'
'What?' Brass started to turn but the nuzzle of a gun in his neck halted his action.
'Ah,ah...... Captain Brass, they promoted you then. I'm impressed.'
'How so?'
'I'm impressed that a total idiot like you made the grade, or did they promote you because you take great enjoyment out of stepping on people? And that CSI bitch, did you ever get off with her?'
'Catherine?'
'Yeah, the one you made eyes at from the witness stand while they condemmned my father to die. You know I've given you ample opportunity to get between her legs this last week, please don't tell me you wasted the chance.'
'Hard lines sicko. I haven't touched her.'
'Tut,tut tut. Now that doesn't impress me. I've even given you both the chance to embarrass yourselves to an excruciating level, and you passed up on it. You know the whore in the nigthclub was most disappointed in your performance. She thought you had potential. She even said you were very ready for her when she grabbed you. Then you had to go flash your badge and scare her with the threat of the joint. That was naughty.'
'I don't use ladies of the night.'
'That suprises me....JIM. You don't mind if I call you Jim do you?....A lonely guy like yourself, and you are lonely.'
'No I'm....'
'Shut up!' The barrel of the gun pushed deeper into Brass's neck until it began to hurt.'Don't LIE to me. I followed you before our little game started. You work, you go home, you go to work again. That's your pathetic little life apart from the dry cleaners and breakfast on occassion with your buddy here.' Grissom felt a nudge in his back.
'Just tell us what you want,' Gil half turned and saw the youthful face of an angry young man glaring back at him. The calm voice belied the
intense hatred in his eyes.
'Him!' Brass had his neck pushed further forward until he was practically bending over. 'Taking the redhead out too would have been a bonus, but he'll do.....for now.'
'You won't get away with this.' Grissom's voice remained steady.
'You're right Mr Grissom. But I'll have done the thing I set out to do and that'll be my consolation on those long, lonely nights in a maximum security cell. Jim's life for my fathers, you remember him don't you Mr Policeman, Matthew Peters.'
'Yeah,'Brass half laughed. 'I remember every guy I send to the chamber, but no-one'll remember you after they stick the needle in you're arm.'
'He was innocent, and you hunted him down like a dog.
'He killed a sixteen year old girl.'
'No he didn't.'
'Yes, he did. After raping her he grabbed her neck and squeezed until it snapped and all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.' The gun clicked as the hammer was drawn back. Brass froze and closed his eyes waiting for the end, but instead a hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back slowly until warm breath was by his ear.
'He was innocent,'Peters whispered almost inaudibly. 'You should have been a better detective....detective....because I....KILLED...HER.'
'But the evidence?'
'Magic tricks have always been my favourite hobby, and slight of hand in particular.....'
'You swopped samples?' Grissom anticipated the tale.
'My fathers for mine, but with his help of course. He thought you were stupid too and when his alibi checked your case would crumble. All he had to say then was he had consensual sex with her and freedom would come calling.'
'But it didn't.'
'No. Alas Jim broke the alibi when the man who my dad was with was involved in a car accident. He had the bad grace to die before telling flatfoot here they were in an illegal poker game at the time poor Anna.......well the jury went on the evidence after that....' Peters sighed heavily.
'At least let me die with my pants on.' Brass changed the subject as the room went quiet.
'I take it your gun is in the locker, so that would be a no to that request, but I have no beef with Mr Grissom, so I'll let him fetch your pants only. You're right, a man should die with his pants on. Even a bastard like you. Don't be too long, I'd hate for the gun to go off because of cramp in my hand.'
Grissom turned and walking backwards watching carefully, exited the room and set off at at run for the locker room and his cell phone. When the door had closed, Peters suddenly released Brass and shuffling the gun from side to side, indicated an over-stuffed arm chair. Eyeing Peters with complete disdain, Jim sat slowly and rested the cushion in his lap.
'You know I'm rather disappointed. You've chased around Vegas doing all my little jobs mainly with the ex-stripper and you didn't bring her with you to my party. I was rather excited at the thought of her running around naked. Looks like she has a great body. Would you have been able to contol yourself Jim?'
'Yes.'
'Liar. You'd have to be a damn monk, although if you've already nailed her, then you'd be very comfortable being naked in her presence. Maybe I'd have got to taste her charms too before....'
'I haven't touched her. I never will, she doesn't like me that way, but if you'd have laid one finger on her......'
'I'd have taken her and there'd have been nothing you could have done about it. But I would have let you watch. Now that would have been even more torture for you wouldn't it? Probably worse than killing you in your opinion.'
'Look kid,' Brass was trying to control the anger that was rising in his gut. Never in his life had he wanted to physically hurt someone as deliberately as he wanted to hurt this character who held him under the threat of a bullet. At least he could be greatful in the knowledge that Catherine was safe out of this man's reach, and that was the thought that prevented him doing something uncharaceristically rash.
'I'm not a kid.'
'Yes you are. You're a boy.'
'A boy who's outsmarted you this week.You know you should have more respect for someone holding a gun to your head.'
'You don't wanna kill me. You're angry but.....'
'Shut up! You know nothing about me. I killed once,what the fuck makes you think I won't kill you? I spent the best part of a year planning this. You were supposed to get caught with the whore, but you played cop. You were supposed to get the shit kicked out of you, but you fight dirty. And then the church.......you were supposed to die in the church. Why can't you do anything right?'
'Guess I'm one of life's assholes.'
A soft knocking drew both their attention back to the library door.
'Part way only,' Peters called. A hand slipped about the door and held out a pair of jeans. 'Shake them.' They shook violently. 'Just checking there's no gun. Okay Brass, take them slowly.' Jim walked over to the partially opened portal and saw a half dressed Grissom in the corridor. Nodding slightly, a smile playing about his lips, the detective took the denims and with a shout of 'NOW!'was pulled by the wrist through the gap. The door closed before a loud crack as the bullet splintered the wood just above his head.
'We got him pinned. I don't think there's another way out,' said Brass breathlessly struggling into his jeans as Gil held onto the door handle. Discarding the holster, Brass drew his gun.
'Wait,' said Grissom. 'We have him trapped Jim, and the team shouldn't be too far away.'
'We're here!' Catherine's voice sounded behind them. 'Nick and Warrick are with Vega in the grounds. We think we know who's doing this.'
'Matthew Peters Jnr.' Brass shook his head.
'How did you know that?'
'Because I've just been getting my head cozy with the nuzzle of his gun for the last twenty minutes.'
'Blames us for executing his father. It was our first case together.But he's been planting DNA.'
'I know. But it wasn't a plant. It was his DNA all along.'
'What?'
'Long story. I'll fill you in later.'Jim raised his gun and pointed it towards the door. Catherine also drew her weapon and Sara followed suit. 'Stand back girls.'
'Hey,' Sara was indignant. 'We're a team.' She took the opportunity to run a hand down Grissom's bare back. 'You guys need us, even if you haven't learnt that yet.'Catherine arched an eyebrow. Sara shrugged. Grissom peered at her through squinting eyes as a pleasant but involuntary shiver ran down his spine. She grinned her toothy grin and Catherine took up a fighting stance, pushing past Brass tweaking several chest hairs as she went. He winced.
'Ouch,okay,' Brass conceeded, 'But I go first.'He used a gentle hand to guide the CSI by the belt back behind his body where he gave her denim clad rump an affectionate pat. 'Gil, You and Sara follow me in and take the left side of the room, Cath and I will take the right. And ladies,' he paused with a grin,'You stay right behind us boys, coz you're right, us boys need you far more than you need us.'
tbc.................
