The Baby Farm
by Bugs & beauty
AN: At the end.
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Las Vegas, Nevada
Captain Brass and Grissom were seated at one end of the table interrogation room eight. At the opposite end, Director Farnham was seated with his attorney. Brass stood up and left the room. When he came back, he set down four cups of coffee. "Feel free to help yourself." He motioned to the suspect and his lawyer.
"I would like to know why I was dragged out of bed Captain. I already told you that we had nothing to do with Clara Small's death."
Grissom leaned forward. "She died because some butcher did not do his job correctly." He pushed a picture in front of the other man. "These incisions were made to her after her parents left her at your center. Can you explain why you had a surgery performed on her?"
"Her parents sent her there to get better. They wanted her to have a normal life..." He was cut off as Sara entered the room. She had several file folders in her hand. With a bare nod to the other two men, she took a seat next to Grissom. Brass raised his eyebrows at her and nodded to Gil to let her ask some questions.
The brunette opened the first folder. She took three pictures out and laid them in the middle of the table. The first picture was one of Clara's when she was a baby. The second was a family portrait when she was six. The third one was an autopsy photo. "Her parents took her to you Mr Farham. They were not coming back." Grissom blinked at her.
"Of course they were." The man looked to his attorney than back to Sara. "What sort of operation do you think I am running?"
A smile darted across her face. "Actually I already know what kind of operation you are running Mr Farnham." She pulled several pages from the second folder. "We already have proof that you have sold three children to a Manhattan couple after several *corrective* surgeries." She emphasized corrective. "All of these kids were deaf, partially blind or had some defect."
Director Farnham sat back in his chair. "It's not selling to adopt out a child. Those costs were medical bills that are allowable by law."
"And the surgeries?" Sara asked quietly.
The man laughed harshly. "Who is going to raise a sick child? No one wants a child who is not perfect. We take those children and make them better. Wouldn't you want your child to have the best life possible?" He looked from the brunette to Grissom and finally his eyes fell on Brass. "It's perfectly legal."
Grissom stood up so fast that his chair fell back. He collected his folder and left everyone else behind. Sara saw how his face was screwed up in anger. She wondered how fast his heartbeat was at the time. Brass stood the chair back up. Her attention returned to the suspect.
"Why would you have to change a child? There are plenty of people out there who would take a little girl like Clara even if she could not hear." She shook her head.
The attorney stood up. "Unless you are going to press charges, we're leaving here." Both men walked out of the room. Brass looked at Sara.
"You know maybe they are right."
Sara shook her head. "Every child is precious." Her mind played back the words Grissom had told her in the past. "Deafness is not a pathology Brass." She walked out.
Brass smiled.
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Computer Room
Grissom found Sara typing away at a computer. The interrogation had yielded nothing but she had refused to even slow down. As soon as the two men left, she stormed off to this room. Anyone who tried to pop their head in to say hello was ignored or worse. Grissom finally stirred from his office after Greg walked by holding his head.
"If you keep staring at the computer, your eyes will go bad." he offered up to her. She smiled one of her private smiles at him. "It wouldn't change what is on the inside."
"No." He walked in the room. "I wanted to ask you something."
Sara raised her eyebrows. "What?"
He took a seat and put it next to her. "What's a baby farm?"
Sara smiled and pulled up a website. "I did one of my research papers on baby farms for a history class." Grissom leaned over her shoulder and read the information. "And you think the center is a baby farm?"
Sara nodded her head. "Yeah. I mean we do allow medical expenses but I know something is wrong." She maximized another window. "You remember when we brought Clara's parents in?" He nodded an assent. "Well I was thinking then that they paid for her surgery. Only it is the center that is paying for it then charging the adoptive parents. I know something is not right."
Grissom leaned over into more of her personal space. "I agree." The other woman looked at him. "You do?" He nodded again. "I know we checked to see if Clara's parents made a check out to the center but did we see if the center paid her parents?"
Sara leaned back in her chair. "You're saying they sold her off..." She looked sick.
"One way to find out." Grissom dialed a number on the telephone by the computer. "Brass, I need you to check on something for me..."
by Bugs & beauty
AN: At the end.
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Las Vegas, Nevada
Captain Brass and Grissom were seated at one end of the table interrogation room eight. At the opposite end, Director Farnham was seated with his attorney. Brass stood up and left the room. When he came back, he set down four cups of coffee. "Feel free to help yourself." He motioned to the suspect and his lawyer.
"I would like to know why I was dragged out of bed Captain. I already told you that we had nothing to do with Clara Small's death."
Grissom leaned forward. "She died because some butcher did not do his job correctly." He pushed a picture in front of the other man. "These incisions were made to her after her parents left her at your center. Can you explain why you had a surgery performed on her?"
"Her parents sent her there to get better. They wanted her to have a normal life..." He was cut off as Sara entered the room. She had several file folders in her hand. With a bare nod to the other two men, she took a seat next to Grissom. Brass raised his eyebrows at her and nodded to Gil to let her ask some questions.
The brunette opened the first folder. She took three pictures out and laid them in the middle of the table. The first picture was one of Clara's when she was a baby. The second was a family portrait when she was six. The third one was an autopsy photo. "Her parents took her to you Mr Farham. They were not coming back." Grissom blinked at her.
"Of course they were." The man looked to his attorney than back to Sara. "What sort of operation do you think I am running?"
A smile darted across her face. "Actually I already know what kind of operation you are running Mr Farnham." She pulled several pages from the second folder. "We already have proof that you have sold three children to a Manhattan couple after several *corrective* surgeries." She emphasized corrective. "All of these kids were deaf, partially blind or had some defect."
Director Farnham sat back in his chair. "It's not selling to adopt out a child. Those costs were medical bills that are allowable by law."
"And the surgeries?" Sara asked quietly.
The man laughed harshly. "Who is going to raise a sick child? No one wants a child who is not perfect. We take those children and make them better. Wouldn't you want your child to have the best life possible?" He looked from the brunette to Grissom and finally his eyes fell on Brass. "It's perfectly legal."
Grissom stood up so fast that his chair fell back. He collected his folder and left everyone else behind. Sara saw how his face was screwed up in anger. She wondered how fast his heartbeat was at the time. Brass stood the chair back up. Her attention returned to the suspect.
"Why would you have to change a child? There are plenty of people out there who would take a little girl like Clara even if she could not hear." She shook her head.
The attorney stood up. "Unless you are going to press charges, we're leaving here." Both men walked out of the room. Brass looked at Sara.
"You know maybe they are right."
Sara shook her head. "Every child is precious." Her mind played back the words Grissom had told her in the past. "Deafness is not a pathology Brass." She walked out.
Brass smiled.
Las Vegas Crime Lab
Computer Room
Grissom found Sara typing away at a computer. The interrogation had yielded nothing but she had refused to even slow down. As soon as the two men left, she stormed off to this room. Anyone who tried to pop their head in to say hello was ignored or worse. Grissom finally stirred from his office after Greg walked by holding his head.
"If you keep staring at the computer, your eyes will go bad." he offered up to her. She smiled one of her private smiles at him. "It wouldn't change what is on the inside."
"No." He walked in the room. "I wanted to ask you something."
Sara raised her eyebrows. "What?"
He took a seat and put it next to her. "What's a baby farm?"
Sara smiled and pulled up a website. "I did one of my research papers on baby farms for a history class." Grissom leaned over her shoulder and read the information. "And you think the center is a baby farm?"
Sara nodded her head. "Yeah. I mean we do allow medical expenses but I know something is wrong." She maximized another window. "You remember when we brought Clara's parents in?" He nodded an assent. "Well I was thinking then that they paid for her surgery. Only it is the center that is paying for it then charging the adoptive parents. I know something is not right."
Grissom leaned over into more of her personal space. "I agree." The other woman looked at him. "You do?" He nodded again. "I know we checked to see if Clara's parents made a check out to the center but did we see if the center paid her parents?"
Sara leaned back in her chair. "You're saying they sold her off..." She looked sick.
"One way to find out." Grissom dialed a number on the telephone by the computer. "Brass, I need you to check on something for me..."