"You're not suppose to be in here" were the shocked words Dr. Waterhouse spoke to Gil Grissom, upon finding him sitting in her office.
"Your name is on the registration of one of the car's involved in all of this" He told her.
"No, my brother's name is on the registration. Hollis Waterhouse. He is visiting and I have convinced him to sell that monstrosity. I was taking it to a dealer." she volleyed back. "I think you need to get away from this hospital. Waiting around here is not healthy or helpful. Go back to work or home."
Her phone rang. She listened a few minutes and hung up.
"He's conscience, since no family ahs shown up you can see him, after I examine him and only for a few minutes and don't talk to him about what happened."
She bolted out of her office at a semi- run. Gil had a hard time keeping up with her. He waited outside the door as she examined Jim.
Brass was fighting at his IV's, struggling with the respirator and trying to pull his NG tube out. Three nurses were restraining him.
"Detective Brass, you need to relax, I am injecting something that will calm you down. Better?" She knew that some patients fought coming out of anesthesia. Some had a sense of claustrophobia, especially the one's that had been through a serious trauma. Those patients usually lived.
As he calmed, she removed his respirator and told him that talking would have to wait. He could write but carefully. The nurse handed him the pen and paper. He wrote one word.
"Ellie?"
"I am assuming a family member?"
He nodded.
"No one yet." she said feeling sorry for him. No family had arrived. Only members of the police force and Gil Grissom. She wondered how someone lived their life with out having a family member care if you lived or died.
"Do you know why you're here?"
He nodded.
"Good concentrate on getting better and I will find out if Ellie can be reached." As she left Gil Grissom entered the room.
"Five minutes!" she warned.
Holly asked her secretary to get the Detective Brass's supervisor on the phone. She was determined to find this Ellie. It broke her that he didn't have anyone. The supervisor gave her a phone number, but told her it was old. She dialed the number. Several rings and a female voice answered.
"Hello?" she sounded sleepy. Holly wondered about the area code.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I am Dr. Waterhouse in …"
"If this is about Jim's next of kin I have already called Ellie. I'm his ex. She can take care of the arrangements."
"Arrangements?"
"Yeah, The department in Las Vegas called and said he'd been shot. I am assuming you are calling me to tell me he didn't make it, right?
Holly hung up the phone. She didn't know this woman and she didn't owe her an explanation.
She picked up her phone again. She would find Ellie Brass. She dialed a number. It rang once.
"Yes?"
"It's me. I need to find someone."
"Who?" she heard the tapping of keys.
"Ellie Brass" and she spelled it.
"Give me a few minutes, okay. Can I call you at this number."
"Sure, I'll be here." and she hung up.
Holly remembered the question Gil Grissom had asked her about her knowledge of the sniper. She laughed and was very happy her brother had shown up on her door step in the middle of the night.
Gil arrived back at the lab with the news that Brass would pull through. The television news was airing coverage of the hospital spokesman's statement on Brass's condition. Unknown to them, a man was sitting in his apartment only blocks from their lab changing his plans to include the death's of four people. Gil Grissom, Jim Brass, Warrick Brown and Dr. Holly Waterhouse.