Rai stood in the open doorway, watching Monte cavort in the front yard, holding a cup of coffee in both hands. She'd woken up about twenty minutes before, and had quietly climbed out of bed, leaving Nick to sleep. She sipped her coffee, smiling as she watched Monte chase after a bird.
"Morning Beautiful." Nick slipped up behind her, wrapping his left arm around her, it lay across her upper chest, his hand holding her right shoulder.
She smiled, glad he was touching her again, glad that she didn't shrink away from his touch. "Did his barking wake you?" She glanced behind her, meeting his eyes, all the anger from the afternoon before had disappeared.
Nick shook his head to answer her question and with his free hand, took the coffee cup out of her hands. He sipped twice before handing it back to her. "That poor bird." He said, watching Monte still chasing the same bird, which had, apparently forgotten he could fly.
From Brass's research and a few more additional phone calls, they pinpointed the specific branch of Nevada Trust that all the women had done business in. Sara had spoken up for Rai telling them that she waited in the parking lot of that particular branch office the week before the rape while Rai had run in to make a deposit.
The maroon Tahoe pulled into that parking lot now, Warrick driving, Catherine in the front and Greg in the back seat. Brass's Taurus was right behind them, Grissom in the passengers seat.
After Brass pulled in next to the Tahoe, Gil climbed out of the car, and said to his team: "Wait here, Brass and I'll go in first. All of us may spook the perp."
Captain Brass waited by the car's trunk, slipping his badge into his jacket pocket, so it hung there for the entire world to see.
The two men entered the bank simultaneously, the double doors swinging wide. They stepped inside and looked around acclimating themselves. Gil handed Brass a copy of the sketch Rai had done of her attacker. Narrowing his eyes, Brass looked around the quiet bank, as if the murderer would walk out into his line of sight. Which, a moment later, he did.
A man, Brass guessed he was in his early thirties, wearing crisp gray suit pants, a white long sleeved button down shirt and black shoes, and who bore an uncanny resemblance to the man Rai had drawn, came out of a side office, crossed the room and walked back behind the tellers desk and sat at one of the open windows.
Brass kept his face neutral. "Gil." He said simply. Grissom looked at him, then understood and followed Brass's line of sight. Brass slid his eyes away from the possible suspect and found the bank security guard. "Where's the bank manger?" He asked, fingering the shield hanging from his pocket.
The guard pointed and Brass followed the arm. "Stay here." He told Grissom. Grissom did, and moved to the self-service desk in the middle of the lobby. Picking up one of the chained pens and a deposit slip he began to doodle, trying to make himself look like just another customer while at the same time keeping his eyes on the man at the tellers desk.
Brass came back out a few moments later. "Manager is pulling the records, but he's pretty sure our guy" he pointed to the suspect with his chin "who's name is Conrad Dilbert, by the way, was here on the days the women came in. Conrad hasn't taken a sick day in several months." He paused a moment while they looked at Dilbert, who had begun to feel their eyes on him, looking up and giving them a welcoming, bank instructed, smile. "We've got enough to bring him in for questioning."