This chhpter contains some harsh language. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter 31

Abasi Boer appraised Jim Brass. Jim Brass was the kind of man that people underestimated. The type of man who would steal your girl and your money and be out of town before you knew either was missing.

"Detective Brass… or should I call you James."

"There's only one person alive that calls me James and she's got better legs than you."

Brass watched as his eyes lost their phony shine. Catherine had told him to watch the eyes.

"So what brings you here today?"

"I need to double check your whereabouts on certain days dating back a few years." Brass took a sheet of paper from his inside suit pocket and slid it across the glass desk.

Boer picked up the phone and rattled off the dates. Brass took the seconds to appraise the other man. Boer's looks were movie star, make women swoon, handsome. As the product of a Nigerian mother from England and South African white father, he'd gotten the best of both
gene pools. The result was Denzel Washington bleached with extremely dark blue eyes. They weren't like Warrick's eyes. Warrick's eyes changed color depending on the light or his mood. They went from golden when he looked at Catherine to blue gray when he was angry or scared. This man's eyes had no comparable range. His eyes were blank and empty, devoid of real passion.

"My secretary will give you the dates on your way out."

Brass watched Boer stand and button his jacket. Apparently the conversation was over. Brass didn't move.

"You haven't asked why I wanted to know."

Boer came around behind Brass to office door. "Would Dr. Grissom or Jiles Bloodworth ask you why you needed to know?"

Brass stood and came close to the taller man. "No. They would already know."

"By the way I haven't seen Dr. Grissom and that Catherine Willows in quite some time. I used to run in to them at the occasional event. How are they?"

Brass focused on the eyes. "They are very happy."

Something close to heat flared in the scientist's eyes.

"I assume they are still together."

It was Brass' turn to button his jacket. He moved past the cold man.

Sara listened as Brass recounted his visit with Abasi Boer.

"You say he holds citizenship in three countries. I thought you could only have dual citizenship."

"Well if you mother is Nigerian Royalty and your father owns half of new and old South Africa I guess you can do anything you want."

Grissom was sprawled on the couch with his eyes closed. The tequila and vodka wasn't wearing off as easily as it used to. "Didn't his father basically fund the Mandela Museum? Aren't Jonathan Boer and Nelson Mandela quite close?"

"Yeah. He was among a group of the wealthy whites who helped fund the anti-apartheid movement. He was also one of the only visitors allowed to see Mandela on Robin Island."

Sara saw a flaw in the case logic. "Why would he break into a museum his father funded?"

"Apparently he hates his parents."

"Isn't it always the way with these royal billionaires?"

Brass could picture Sara's grinning face. He missed them.

Brass snorted and took a sip of something. "He doesn't like dad or BiBi Boer."

Grissom turned away from the phone trying to muffle the harsh sounds. He mumbled into the couch. "Why?"

"What is Cookie doing? Sitting on your face? Speak up."

Sara ignored Brass. "He said why."

"It seems that he hates his parents because they fell in love got married and had him. He says they made him a mutt. He doesn't like being half of different worlds. He wants to be a whole something, doesn't matter what, just something."

Sara eyed Grissom as he put a pillow over his head.

"What else did Jiles say? How much time did they spend together at Oxford?"

"They hung out a little but Jiles said he got all weird when he found out that Jiles was thinking about doing the arranged marriage. Boer said that great men should devote themselves to higher callings and should not be lured by the temptations of the flesh. He
compared them to Jesus. I did what Catherine said. I watched his eyes. He asked me if he could call me James. I made a reference to Lil, said she's the only one that calls me James. It seemed to piss him off."

"Like Jiles talking of marriage."

"Exactly"

Sara stood and walked towards the kitchen. "Could Lillian be in danger Brass?"

"I don't think so. He seems to have a thing for genius types. They put a car on her just in case."

Grissom spoke. "I bet that went over well."

"She almost shot one of the guys once she realized someone was following her."

Grissom was glad that Brass had found someone. His friend sounded happy.

Grissom sat up. It was no use. Sara handed him a glass of cold water. "You need to hydrate." He placed the glass against his forehead.

"Griss you sound awful."

Grissom drank the cold water. "What else do you have?"

"Nothing"

"What aren't you saying Jim?"

Knowing that Grissom was a straight answer chaser kind of guy Brass spoke plainly. "We have to start moving your assets Gil. Sam Braun's already liquidated Catherine and War. He moved everything offshore."

"She and Warrick sold the house?"

"Yeah Gil, they did."

Sara and Gil looked at one another. They were filled with panic. They knew it was a possibility. Would they ever have their life back?

"You guys there?"

It was Grissom who spoke. "Did you talk to my lawyer about my will?"

"Done. She changed everything. I have partial power of attorney so I signed."

"It's sealed right."

"Not able to be accessed by anyone."

Sara sat in the hand carved chair and gently rocked Jules back to sleep.
Gil stuck his head in the nursery. "Hey I am going to pick up some dinner. What's your preference?"

"Veggie Pizza from Raymond's, extra cheese.'

"You got it."

"Gil? What's the deal with your will?"

"I changed it to reflect Julian." And you.

HE GOT DRUNK LAST NIGHT

DID YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH HIM?

UH NO

WHAT THE HELL? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD SEX?

I PLEAD THE 5TH

HOW CAN YOU STAND IT? YOU GO FROM FUCKING LIKE RABBITS TO WHAT?

BEING A MOTHER

SOUNDS BORING

I TOLD YOU WHAT I THINK

YOU SEE WHERE THE BIG PLANS GOT YOU LAST TIME?

THE MOTHER OF AN ADORABLE BRILLIANT SON AND SOME GREAT SEX TO BOOT

WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL YOUR TALK ABOUT WAITING FOR THE MAN TO LEAD?

DRASTIC TIMES CALL FOR DRASTIC MEASURES. WHERE'S HE NOW?

IN HIS ROOM

ASLEEP?

EITHER THAT OR READING

WOULDN'T YOU BE A NICE WAKE UP CALL?

WHAT IF HE DOESN'T WANT ME?

I AM NOT GOING TO DIGNIFY THAT WITH A RESPONSE

WHERE'S THE BOOK?

I THINK HE THREW IT OUT

I GUESS YOU WILL HAVE TO RELY ON YOUR OWN IMAGINATION

IF GIL WANTED TO HAVE SEX WOULDN'T HE SAY SO

HE IGNORED YOU DURING YOUR ENTIRE PREGNANCY. THEN YOU WOULDN'T LET HIM HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH HIS SON. I
WOULDN'T TRY TO NAIL YOUR ASS EITHER. NOW GO IN THERE AND FUCK HIS BRAINS OUT.

LANGUAGE

JUST GO FUCK THE MAN

WHAT DO WE DO IN THE MORNING?

MORE FUCKING?

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

SARA JUST GO WITH MY GUT ON THIS ONE. GO!!!!!!!