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"Yo." Warrick said tiredly to Sara, walking into the break room.
"Hey." She said looking up from her magazine. "What's that?"
Warrick dropped the files in his hand onto the table. "Jane Sanders' cell phone records. Last call was made approximately seven minutes before time of death."
Sara raised an eyebrow, pulling the files towards her. "Really?"
Warrick nodded, taking a seat opposite. "Uh huh. 46 calls made to the same number this month."
Sara looked surprised, "But it's only the 21st."
"Exactly. Whoever this guy was, he was certainly popular."
"Guy?" Sara asked, not looking up from the pages.
"Uh huh. Richard…" He paused trying to remember the surname. "Jackson."
"Richard Jackson." Sara repeated, absentmindedly, fingering through the records.
"Yeah. 54 years old, lives thirty-five minutes away from the vic." Sara nodded, Warrick continued. "Two children, Matthew who's twenty six and Ricky who's twenty seven."
"Wife?"
"Divorced."
Sara looked up. "Why?"
Warrick shrugged. "I dunno, we'll find out soon enough though, we gotta go check him out later. Just waiting for a warrant to come through in case."
Sara nodded. "Can't wait." She murmured in response.
~~
"Hey."
Greg looked up at the voice and the soft knock on the lab door. "You don't have to knock Nick, it's just the lab." Greg said dryly.
Nick opened his mouth to make a joke in response but decided against it, noticing the younger mans body language. "You okay?" He asked.
"Peachy." Greg replied, not looking up from the DNA sample he was working on.
Nick sighed and walked away from the door towards him, taking a seat on nearby stool. "Look Greg… I'm sorry about earlier. I don't—"
"Forget it." Greg interrupted.
"But—"
"Forget it." Greg repeated more firmly. Nick nodded once and said no more, silently watching the younger man work. "Can I help you?" Greg asked after a minute, turning his head slowly towards where Nick was sat.
Nick shook his head. "Nah. I'm good."
Greg frowned. "Don't you have work to be doing?" He asked, irritation evident in his voice.
"Not really." Nick replied.
Greg muttered something to himself before turning back to his work. "So there's a murderer on the loose and you're sat here watching me run tests on DNA from a liquor store hold up? I must say Nick, you're slipping somewhat in your work ethic." He continued dryly.
Nick grinned slightly to himself. "Maybe I am, but work isn't everything."
"Meaning?" Greg asked impatiently, getting up from his seat and walking over to one of the machines across the room.
Nick watched him, remaining seated. "Meaning, maybe I'm concerned for my friend who's just lost someone."
"Your 'friend' who you think is a murderer." Greg added, his back turned to the older man.
"Greg." Nick began.
"I don't think you're a murderer." Greg interrupted, putting on Nick's accent.
Nick sighed and shook his head. "Look man, I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean it to sound the way it did. And I'm sorry about your Mom too. I know maybe you weren't close, but it's still hard to lose someone." He stood up and headed towards the door of the lab. "If you need to talk, as a friend, I'm here, and what you say won't go any further than me. Not on any report or to anyone else on the case, it'll stay between us - friends. And if you need a familiar face at the funeral… one you haven't been avoiding or whatever for years, just let me know." He paused before leaving. "I mean it."
~~
Grissom looked up as Brass walked into his office. "You find anything?"
Brass shook his head and took a seat opposite the CSI. "We've been looking, but the only chance we've got is at the funeral. The husband and the youngest daughter have all but disappeared. The eldest son and daughter are on flights coming in Saturday. One staying at Alexis Park and the other in the Bellagio."
Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Are they taking a vacation as well?"
Brass shrugged. "I dunno. It all seems a bit odd to me. You spoken to Greg?"
Grissom shook his head. "Not since the interview… I'm confused, why are they staying in fancy hotels, why not with the family?"
"I don't know." Brass repeated. "It's just them coming out. No husbands, wives, boyfriends or whatever."
"Do they have partners?"
Brass nodded. "'Tim' is married and has two kids – boys. And Carrie's engaged."
Grissom frowned. "And Greg didn't tell us?"
"Maybe he didn't know."
"I find that unlikely." Grissom replied.
"I find his whole story unlikely." Brass countered.
"You think he did it?"
"Not necessarily, but how or why would it be anyone else?"
Grissom looked unimpressed. "Jim—" He began, but was cut off.
"Think about Gil. The youngest daughter comes home because it was the end of her semester at university. But she doesn't go and see Greg, she goes and sees her parents – understandably, right?" He waited for a reaction, continuing once the man in front of him nodded slightly. "Greg obviously doesn't like his parents all that much, is annoyed she's going to see them and not him. After all he was the only one who had her number when she took off, implying that maybe they were close." Grissom didn't look convinced. Brass shifted slightly. "So, angry that his sister's going to see them and not him he goes to his parents house and kills whoever he finds there – his mom. Now that leaves the daughter and the husband. Years ago, the husband goes up to see his daughter and doesn't come back for three days and once he does, the daughters changed all her plans for her whole life. They obviously don't get on. She arrives finding her mother dead, her father gets home from work and she doesn't wanna be there with him, the other two kids live miles away, leaving only Greg for the youngest daughter to go to."
"Brass." Grissom began. "That's ridiculously farfetched. We've got no proof that Greg's been in or even near that house for years."
"Except some unknown prints."
"I am not printing one of my staff." Grissom shot back on reflex.
Brass raised an eyebrow. "I will then. If he's innocent, then they won't match."
Grissom shifted in his seat. "Fine. But at least wait until after the funeral."
Brass shook his head. "The funerals Monday. The rest of the kids get in Saturday. He could take off before then, or hide with one of them."
"Greg is not going to take off." Grissom replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"You don't know that."
"I don't need to."
Brass paused before replying. "You're going to be entirely uncooperative on this aren't you?"
Grissom nodded. "He won't do it. And you'll never get a warrant."
Brass shook his head and stood up. "Watch me."
