Gil had just fumbled his way through some sort of conversation with
Catherine. "We're okay." Was the only part he was certain he heard. She
was too upset to notice how he stumbled through the conversation. He
watched her closely as she entered the lab where Warrick and Nick were
working. She braved through their condolences then briskly got back to
business. They identified Rebecca McCormick from the hits on Lady
Heather's web site.
"You up for a visit with the McCormick's?" Catherine asked him.
"Certainly. Are you really sure you are?" Grissom inquired.
"Yeah, gotta keep movin'. Stay occupied. I'll drive." Catherine answered.
After their interview with the McCormick's, Grissom headed home. He wanted to stay by Catherine's side, be supportive but he needed to get rid of the evidence. He took the gun and the envelope containing the information Moe Williams had provided him with to Lake Mead. He threw the gun in one of the deepest areas of the lake. He found a deserted picnic area and burned the documents in a charcoal grill.
Fatigue settled in on the trip home. No sleep and too much emotional chaos in the past 48 hours, he had to crash. When he arrived at his townhouse, he checked again, just to be certain he hadn't left any incriminating evidence anywhere. Minutes later he was sprawled across his bed. He hadn't even bothered to undress, just collapsed on top of the covers and kicked his shoes off.
"You up for a visit with the McCormick's?" Catherine asked him.
"Certainly. Are you really sure you are?" Grissom inquired.
"Yeah, gotta keep movin'. Stay occupied. I'll drive." Catherine answered.
After their interview with the McCormick's, Grissom headed home. He wanted to stay by Catherine's side, be supportive but he needed to get rid of the evidence. He took the gun and the envelope containing the information Moe Williams had provided him with to Lake Mead. He threw the gun in one of the deepest areas of the lake. He found a deserted picnic area and burned the documents in a charcoal grill.
Fatigue settled in on the trip home. No sleep and too much emotional chaos in the past 48 hours, he had to crash. When he arrived at his townhouse, he checked again, just to be certain he hadn't left any incriminating evidence anywhere. Minutes later he was sprawled across his bed. He hadn't even bothered to undress, just collapsed on top of the covers and kicked his shoes off.