Sara and Gil had parked in the deck and took the elevator to physicians parking area. In the space marked ,Dr. Waterhouse, a red 1965 mustang was parked. It had Nevada plates. There was a physician's parking pass in the window. They scanned the lot. No sign of Jim's car. They waited.

"You bought a house." she spoke

"Yes"

"Quit it ,speak in more than one syllable, why did you buy a house and why do you care if I know?" she demanded

"I wanted you to know I am not going anywhere, Sara. I know I have taken advantage of your feelings for me. I know I have manipulated your emotions. Forgive me. The house is an excuse to stay here. For my entire adult life I have avoided entanglements. I have always wanted to be able to leave any place or situation when I wanted."

"Gil you have been at the crime lab a long time. I don't think your plans have ever really included leaving. I have feelings for you, that hasn't changed, but I am not going to be strung along, waiting for you to get comfortable with your feelings for me." she spoke quietly.

"I also wanted a house. I have never owned anything more valuable than a car ,that was not work related." he said thinking of all the investigative equipment he had bought with personal money. "I want to start having some kind of life outside this job, how can I make that work, how can I make you a part of that life." he wasn't looking at her as he spoke.

Sara stared at his back for a few minutes before she spoke.

"Gil, I hope you enjoy the house, but if you bought it to impress me or convince me of something, you wasted your money" she was furious.

It took every fiber of her control to not lash out at this man. Howwas so brilliant and so stupid at the same time. Why was she suppose to fall at his feet when he decided he was ready for a relationship. No. She was tired and he was the cause of her wariness. She cared for him, but the passion she had felt and the longing had passed. Sara felt so strong as it dawned on her that the need she had to be a part of his life was gone. She would always feel a little lump in her throat when she heard his voice or saw him, but she didn't need him any more.

His shoulders sagged for only a moment and he turned to face her. The expression on his face held expectancy. He walked past her to the spot Jim has just pulled up to and parked.

Sara was relieved that they would not have to continue the conversation. She knew Gil well enough that they would not ever broach this subject again.

On the way to the hospital, Jim tried to explain the situation to Holly.

"I don't know where to start. I'm afraid it will get confusing" he seemed frustrated.

"I can follow you, trust me, I think I can get it." she simply said.

Feeling like he had insulted her intelligence he began again.

"Gil Grissom was attacked today. A CSI, Sara Sidle, was there and able to stop the assailant. She shot him. The investigation into my shooting has turned up a connection to an old case. I used to be head of the CSI department. A new CSI was killed. Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom and I in some small way contributed to her death. I don't think her family ever felt satisfied with how the situation was handled. There is good information that someone was hired to kill us."

"What do I have to do with this?" she asked, her stomach sinking . Hollis had come into town the day before the shooting. She closed her mind off to where this fact could lead her.

"The suspect is at the hospital. He had to have surgery. Wewant to talk to him." he looked over at her expectantly.

"I will do what I can. No promises." she told him.

They saw two figures standing in front of her space. The man can forward. Jim stopped the car in front of her spot. Seeing her car in her spot , make the feeling in her stomach worsen. Hollis had taken her car that day. She hoped he was waiting for her in her office. She pointed to an unmarked spot near hers. Jim was not worried about a ticket.

"Whose car?" Jim pointed to her spot.

"Mine, Hollis borrowed it. He said he would return it before I left work. I thought I would be back…" she got out of the car without finishing her sentence and headed to the door that would lead to her office.

The others followed her.

She began to make connections with Hollis' arrival and the events that had occurred over the last month.

She knew that Gavin and Robert did most of the day to day work in the business their father had started. Hollis really just worked on the firnge. Doing odd security jobs for casinos and hotels in this part of the country. In fact, Hollis is the one that suggested she move to Las Vegas after her marriage had broken up. He told her it was a good town to start over . She had love it that her name didn't carry any weight , she had not put there. It had been different in New Orleans. Her mind was spinning.

"Slow down" Jim said out of breath as they tried to catch up with her. She stopped in front of the elevators.

"The stairs would be quicker" Sara said with her usual impatience.

"Mr doctor told me to avoid the staris for a while." Jim commented and Gil noticed the smile Holly tried to strfle.

"Jim, Why was Dr. Waterhouse with you ?" He asked as the doors opened and they stepped inside.

They rode the elevator in silence.

When they stepped out onto the surgery floor, Holly checked on the patiet with the charge nurse.

"He is in a room. Minor wound." she told the trio waiting for her "If you want to question him it had better be legal or I will lose my job."

Holly and Jim went into her office. Sara and Gil stayed in the hall both on their cell phones.

Sara was calling Catherine for information. Gil had Greg on the line. Greg had been following a lead for him. He couldn't get the connection with Waterhouse Security out of his mind and Greg had been trying to find some kind of connection all day for him.

Jim used her phone to call the dectective in charge of this case.

Holly noticed her keys on the desk . Hollis had been here. She hoped he was gone. She had not be particullary close to any of her otherbrothers. They had been so much older then she. She was younger than the majority of her nieces and nephews. Hollis was the only one still at home when she was growing up. He turned her into a tomboy, much to her ladylike mother's dismay. Her mother had been relieved when Hollis had joined the military. Hollis had always been the wild one of the bunch. Their dad had to call in a lot of favors to get him out of serious problems while Hollis was in the military. When he came home to New Orleans, dad and the brothers always had to " speak " with him about his responsibilities as a member of this family. Hollis had been the only one to understand when …

"Dr. Waterhouse why was your braother in Las Vegas?" Gil asked as he stepped into the office.

"Business" her heart fluttered, she glanced at Jim as he hung up her phone.

"Do you know about hisunderwould connections here and in New Orleans?"

"Yes. I have heard rumors." she simply stated. Jim was looking from Gil to her with each question.

"Do you know where your brother is at this time?"

"No." she said. Jim recognized what Gil was doing. He was interrogating her. Jim recognized that she was answering like a suspect, being careful to answer nothing but the question asked.

"Would it surprise you if I told you we have a strong suspision he is connected to this case?" Gil asked and she hesitated. A fact not lost on Jim.

The door opened , the dective in charge of the case entered.

"You needed to speak to me?" he said looking at Jim. Jim waved him out. Looked at Holly.

"Answer the question doctor." Jim commanded in a low voice that Gil had heard only a few times before.