Grissom took Chloe to his apartment after they'd finished lunch.

"Don't leave, just stay here. Do anything but answer the phone or make any calls. Keep the volume of the television or any music you play low. When it gets dark, turn on some of the table lamps but none of the overhead lighting. No one can know you are here," he warned her.

"I can't call anyone?" Chloe asked, cocking her head. Shane peered around the apartment, holding fast to the leg of Chloe's jeans. "Or even turn on lights?"

"No. I can't explain why, just don't. Please, Chloe, for your safety and Shane's, just don't," Grissom said, more harsh than he intended. "I have to get back to the station, so if you follow the rules…you'll be okay."

"Okay," replied Chloe. She put her bags down on the couch.

"I'll be home as soon as I can. Just make yourself comfortable."

"I'll try."

As he turned to the front door, getting ready to leave, he reminded her one last time: "Remember. You're not here."

As Grissom drove back to CSI, he got a call on his cell. It was Catherine.

"We're done at Mason Ziegler's, finally," she said tiredly. "Where were you? I've been trying to reach you for about an hour."

"Oh," Grissom said, feeling embarrassed. "I must have forgotten to turn it on after my break."

"You took a break?"

"I got hungry."

"Who were you with?"

"I'm not on trial, Catherine. I'm your boss, I ask the questions. Tell me about Mason Ziegler's."

"We found two gallon-sized bags of marijuana in Mason's mattress, so we're bringing in the whole thing so we can slice and dice it and see if we can find anything else in there. We also found drug paraphernalia up the wah-zoo—pipes and bongs."

"Anything else?"

"Nope. Just garbage. It wasn't only his appearance that was grungy. The kid was wallowing in trash. We also discovered the origin of the clay beneath Mason's fingernails. Turns out his brother Greg—with whom he lives—is a part time sculptor. His brother and his girlfriend Meinka let him do some work in their studio. Apparently he was an extremely talented artisan."

"Really?"

"Well, Meinka claimed he did his best work when he was high. She also claimed that she had speculations he was dealing drugs to make rent."

"Dealing drugs? That might give us some kind of motive."

"Well, here's hoping. By the way, I got a call from Las Vegas Medical a little while ago. Adrian Lowe and Marquita Dali are ready to talk. Wanna get on it for tonight?"

"Tonight?" Grissom pursed his lips. He thought of Chloe and his promise to her. But this was important. "Sure. Let's go."

Warrick Brown had no clue what he was looking for. He'd been staring at the surveillance tape for hours—or what seemed like hours. Just as he was about to get up for a bathroom break, Grissom entered.

"Hey," Warrick forced a small smile. "What's up?"

"We have a suspect," Grissom said. "I'd like you to keep an eye out for her."

"Her?"

"Chloe Haydn," replied Grissom, almost bitterly. He handed Warrick the printout of Chloe's police file with the photograph.

Warrick took the picture warily and stared at it, "As in, Chloe Haydn, your niece?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But listen, that doesn't matter anymore."

"What makes her a suspect?"

"The fact that her fingerprints were the only ones on the gun that was found at the Stop-n-Go. Once you find her on the tape, I'd like you and Brass to go there tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow? Why not tonight?"

"Because I have a feeling Nick and Catherine are going to be bringing back a lot from the Ziegler house. Give them a hand. I can't go myself, obviously. Plus Catherine and I need to go to Las Vegas Medical. We got a call about our witnesses. You can help Nick process the things from Mason Ziegler's house."

"What about Sara?"

"She's working Trace. Plus she knows Chloe. It wouldn't be fair in asking her to interview Chloe. You're neutral ground." Grissom wanted to postpone Chloe's interrogation for as long as possible.

"That's me," Warrick sighed. He taped the picture of Chloe next to the television screen he was watching and sat back. He hit pause on the VCR remote. "I'm gonna get me something to eat. Popcorn or something. Want anything?"

"No, thanks."

Warrick left the room just as Catherine was entering. "Hey Warrick, Nick's out back. He needs your help dragging in a mattress."

"A mattress?"

"Evidence," was all Catherine had to say to get Warrick out the door. Once he was gone, Catherine leaned against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. "So, Gil. You gonna tell me what's wrong or are you gonna pout for the rest of this case?"

"Huh?" Grissom gave Catherine his infamous Look.

"When we came back from the hospital? Your hissy fit?"

"That was nothing."

"For you? That wasn't nothing, Gil. It was far from nothing. Come on, I thought we were buddies. What's wrong?"

"I…" Grissom took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly. Then he shrugged, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Catherine. I can't do that."

"Well, can you at least get your act together so we can get to Las Vegas Medical? They're being nice and waiving the visitation rights for us."

"Yeah," Grissom nodded. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

Catherine bobbed her head just once. "Okay." She gave him another moment's stare and then left.

Once Grissom was alone again, he touched Chloe's picture with his forefinger and ran the tip along her jaw line. He had never felt like this before, not since he had moved out of his mother's house. It was a warm family feeling. Sara had said this would come in time.

"She may seem strange now, Gris," she'd said, "but give it a few days. You'll be cautious, of course, because you're Gil Grissom. But just watch. When you're with family, it feels like stepping into the shower and letting warm water run down your body or snuggling under a fleece blanket. You'll know it what it hits you."

Grissom knew he was falling in love with his niece, though he didn't want to admit it. He wanted to become closer to her and Shane, especially in this time of turmoil. She could have him wrapped around her finger any given day now and he knew it. He was already planning to take her to Marina Del Rey to see his mother over the next weekend. If anyone would know Rose's baby, it would be Gabrielle Grissom.

"Gil?" Catherine popped her blonde head back into the room. "Come on. We have people waiting for us."

Grissom felt flushed. He just nodded. With a final glance at Chloe's picture, he left. He felt as if he had been burrowed beneath a fleece blanket.