Chapter 12

All Tied Up

June 31st, 2004

Author's Note: Read this carefully! It will flip around back and forth between suspects. Make sure you know who's talking when.

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She could see the surprise on Livvie's face as she hopped into the interrogation room, her mother by her side and Catherine smiled reassuringly.

"Just a scratch really. It'll heal up in no time," she said, taking a seat across from the females. Livvie didn't look placated.

"I have a couple of questions, just to get details. We've already got Jenna Kyriacos and Michael Cabot on kidnapping and murder. Are you okay to do this?" Livvie nodded, determination more than evident on her face.

"What do you remember from the night of your kidnapping?"

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Meanwhile, Grissom, Sara and Nick stood outside two other interrogation rooms. Inside the left was Jenna, the right Michael. The three exchanged glances, Grissom and Sara going towards Michael Cabot and Nick, on his own, taking on Jenna Kyriacos.

"Ms. Kyriacos, or should I say Mrs. Cabot, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Nick said, though there was no warmth in his eyes. Jenna stuck her nose in the air. Nick held in a predatory grin.

"Now, we've got you on murder one for your sister, but it wasn't about her, really. Was it?"

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"Murder one, Mr. Cabot… and now kidnapping? What is this world coming to?" Sara stated, more than asked, the slimy man at the metal table. She had preceded Grissom into the interrogation room. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, she dropped a thick folder on the desk. It was indeed that thick, and hadn't needed to be buffed up for the good of the case.

"We can't help you if you don't tell us the whole story."

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"I don't remember much, I couldn't see much, but I did feel the window open. My bed dipped and then there was something on my head… Metal I think," she said, her voice becoming very small. Catherine exchanged a sympathetic smile with Silvia Jallarico. If her daughter were in this position, she probably wouldn't have really wanted her doing this either.

"Somebody told me to move or I'd be shot. I couldn't see, I couldn't do anything…" tears came to the little girl's eyes.

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"My sister? Why would you think this was about my sister? I loved her!" Nick saw the truth of it in her eyes.

"She wasn't supposed to end up dead. Neither was Alexia, Duncan or Bryant Roscoe, neither was Malcolm Preston or Candace, were they?" Jenna shook her head sadly. The room was silent for a few minutes.

"He used me. Rode me hard and left me wet!" Nick raised his eyebrows at the implications of the words. She smiled slightly and shook her head.

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Michael sat back against the metal of the chair.

"Jenna came to me. Said she wanted her ex dead. What kind of a husband are you if you don't do things for your wife?"

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Jenna looked back down at the table.

"Then the girl heard. I didn't know she was blind… Michael did."

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"I knew we were in trouble. That girl could pinpoint things by sound better than any electronic device. We had to do something. Jenna was already freaking out because Sharon got caught in the fire. So did Lexie and her little niece." Michael shook his head mockingly. Inside Sara was panicking, but her outside remained calm and composed.

"That was your goal. Sharon Prescott."

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"I didn't mean for all of the other's to die."

"And the bomb at your factory?" Jenna sighed.

"The factory… it's Michael's. I know, I'm just as responsible because I didn't report it…"

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"Sharon was my right hand for years! She kept books for me on my business transactions."

"Your drugs," Grissom interjected. Michael shrugged.

"Sharon and I were pretty close through school. That's how I met Jenna… then Jenna got wrapped up in Seth Prescott." He made a disgusted face as he spat the man's name out.

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"Michael had been interested in me for years. When Seth threw me out, he and I reminisced about old times. Then he got fired the day after I did. We bonded over that… eventually we felt we were enough in love to marry…"

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"She never loved me. Not fully. Not until she got the invitation to her sister's wedding to Seth Prescott. That changed everything."

"Alright, alright, what about the bomb. I forgot about adding that to the charges, attempted murder of a government employee." The slimy smirk was back.

"You fell for it, didn't you? You didn't think I'd leave that factory unprotected, enough to let you officers get your hands on everything we worked so hard on." Sara prayed Grissom wouldn't react violently to his disregard for the injured Catherine.

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"They took me to some place… drove around in circles I think so I couldn't figure out where we were going. Then the man pulled me out, shoved me down a set of stairs…" Livvie reached up and touched her forehead where a bump had formed.

"I guess he left then. The woman came downstairs with an icepack for my head and apologized. She told me it was her fault he was mad… they'd been arguing in the front seat. I didn't pay much attention…"

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"I think we're done here," Grissom growled out. It was enough of a confession to get him on attempted murder and with his prints on file and the gun they'd withdrawn from the shed of the house, they would be able to get him on murder too. The two stood and walked out, still calm and composed, noticing Nick come out of the interrogation room at the same time.

"Well?"

"She wanted Prescott dead, not Sharon. Prescott was the target, but Cabot took it a step further."

"Ah, the beauty of deranged husbands," Sara quipped sarcastically.

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"Thanks, Livvie you were a huge help. Do you think you'd be able to tell a judge in a courtroom?" Livvie nodded. Catherine smiled as the two left the room. Minutes later, the door opened again and Nick, Sara and Grissom entered. The first thing Catherine noticed was Grissom's irritation.

"If looks could kill, Gil."

"He'd be dead." That was the moment Catherine knew all was not well. Something was bugging him deep down. Wracking her brain she finally came up with the reason.

"They don't care. With the bomb, with the murders, they don't care."

"He doesn't care," Nick corrected quickly. "Michael Cabot has no remorse for the murders or the bomb. In fact, he looked mighty pleased with himself over it." Catherine shivered.

"Now are you happy I took Livvie and not Michael or Jenna?" she asked Grissom. He gave her a small smile and nodded. She rested a hand on his arm.

"It's over, Gil." Sara and Nick left the room quietly.

"I love you," she whispered. He relaxed substantially.

"I love you, too."

And yes, the case is over… I think… part of me says that was way too easy and I was actually going to add in another character… then didn't. Hope you guys liked it… as always the next couple of chapters will be the fluff and the wedding… skipping 8 weeks of course so that Catherine is all better!

Kavi Leighanna