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Brass was the first to make a move towards Grissom's office. He hated to do it, but it had to be done. Knocking lightly on the door, he listened for a response.

"Gil, it's Jim. Look, we have to talk." Brass looked at the floor and waited. The door opened to an unconvincingly calm-looking Grissom.

"Yes, Jim?"

"I'm afraid that…with your connection to the case…" Brass cleared his throat, looking down at the floor once more, his voice soft, like a whisper. "We have to question you. As the father of Sara's child, you're a suspect."

"I was right here when she was abducted."

"Unfortunately, we have no proof of that. We only have you placed here at the office just prior to and about ten minutes after the kidnapping. I'm sorry, Gil." He sighed. "If the ADA doesn't like your side of the story, we might have to place you under arrest. But hopefully, we won't. Just remember your rights and don't let her badger you into anything."

"Save it, Brass. I waive my rights. I didn't do anything to Sara."

"You know I have to. We'll talk in questioning." Jim Brass led his friend down the hall, most of the lab watching them go.

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"Where are they, Sara Sidle?" He snickered. She could feel his breath on her neck. He'd tied her securely to the chair now, there was no struggling. Her head still hurt, but now she noticed the stinging pain in her leg. Before it had been mild, now it seared through her bones. She was shot. It made sense. The gun went off. One round into the ceiling, one into her thigh.

"Where ARE they, Sara? Where's your lover? Mister Grissom? Hmm? I know you're in love with him. I've watched the way you are with him. Is he Anna's father?"

Anna. Oh God, he knew about Anna. "What the fuck do you know about my little girl? What have you done to her?"

"You made up what I did to her, Sidle! You stole her from me. She was mine, remember? You gave her up."

It clicked in Sara's head. Tears stained the blindfold as she tried to pull against her restraints. "I gave her up because I wanted my baby girl to have a home where she could be loved. Not abused by sick, demented, perverted assholes like you." Her voice shook as she spoke. She was emotionally distraught, her body failing her by the moment. She knew then just how much blood she'd lost. It became harder and harder to hold her head up. "If you kill me, if you let me die here from these injuries, they will find you. Yes, Grissom will find you. And God help you when he does."

The laughter continued until Sara passed out again.

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"Mr. Grissom, you've waived your right to have an attorney present?" The assistant district attorney stood at the end of the table, watching Gil closely.

"Yes. Nothing to hide." She was blurry in his eyes, but he could see a charcoal or black suit, possibly pinstriped, blonde hair, fuchsia lace top beneath her jacket. She placed her briefcase on the table and moved towards him. He pushed his glasses back onto his nose and took a proper look at her.

"When did you come into the office on Thursday?"

"Five-thirty P.M. I came in, sat down at my desk, and began sifting through my paperwork."

"When did you see Ms. Sidle last?"

"Around seven or eight P.M. She stopped in to talk about her case."

"Did you follow her?"

"No."

"Where were you when Ms. Willows was trying to contact you?"

Gil sighed. "I was at my desk. I didn't move until she called my office phone. I didn't want to be disturbed."

"Why was that?" The ADA took a seat.

"I'm a busy man. I have an important job. People rely on me." He crossed his hands and leaned back in his chair.

"And was today the first time you learned about the child you fathered with Ms. Sidle ten years ago?"

He swallowed hard, staring at the wall in front of him. "Yes." His voice was whispery.

The young woman's eyes examined Grissom's features and she nodded, standing and heading out the door. "I believe you're free to go, Mr. Grissom. I'm sorry."

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Catherine hung up the phone with a lump in her throat. "Nick…"

Nick raised an eyebrow, stopping as he passed her door. Moving inside, he looked at Catherine. "What, what is it? You're pale."

"DB. Female. Dark hair, Sara's height and weight. She's wearing Sara's field gear." She held back a sob. "They need someone to ID her."

Nick slumped into a chair and looked at Catherine's shaking hands. "I can't. I won't do it."

"Someone has to."

"I will." Warrick stepped into the room, watching his two co-workers. "I think I'm the least emotionally attached. Meanwhile, keep working, you two. It might not be her."

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"I got your page, David…what is it?" Nick moved into the morgue, just as quickly as he had been all day.

"I know we already figured out that Sara was injured by a round fired from her gun. I know that we found out this guy was shot by our suspect. But what I just found…is this. It was in the middle of a footprint on the body, so it was definitely left by our perpetrator." David held up a clear plastic baggie with a sliver of bright green inside. "Grass. How much grass is there in Las Vegas?"

"Dude, if I were gay…" Nick snatched the baggie and headed for the door.

"Pfft. I'm too good for you." David smiled to himself and prepared his table for the newest body, who was on her way in.

Nick ran into the lab, where he met with Greg and Mia. Greg had begun assisting Mia with the evidence from the car. They sat, peering over the results and watching the printer for more.

"Can you guys narrow down a species for me?" Tossing the bag onto Mia's table, Nick walked towards them to see the results.

"The short hair matches one Grissom found on the victim. The long hair is Sara's." Mia spoke softly, picking up the next sheet from the printer and nodding towards Greg to look at the grass.

"And the blood?"

She let out a sigh.