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Grissom raised an eyebrow as Brass slapped a folded piece of paper onto his desk. "What's this?" Grissom asked, despite knowing the answer.

"Guess." Came the reply.

Grissom picked up the warrant and began to read through it. Brass spoke as he did so. "Suspect Gregory Sanders was seen conferring with the three other prime suspects this morning at 0800 hours. They were heard discussing the events by two police officers."

Grissom frowned. "It's their mother. They're allowed to talk about it."

Brass nodded. "But they're not allowed to discuss it."

"There's such a huge difference." Grissom replied dryly.

Brass smiled and took a seat opposite the other man. "You know there is."

Grissom sighed and nodded. "True." He paused. "His shift starts in twenty minutes."

Brass made a face of acknowledgement and made him self comfortable. "So who do you think did it?" He asked.

Grissom raised an eyebrow. "I don't know." He replied evenly.

Brass smirked. "Who are you thinking though?"

"I'll let you know when we identify the print from the cell phone."

Brass pouted. "You're no fun."

"It's one of our own." Grissom replied immediately.

"One of your own." Brass told him.

Grissom looked unimpressed, and Brass shrugged. "I stepped out of your chair a long time ago."

"Stepped?"

"That was harsh."

"I'm sure you'll survive."

--

"They're printing him today."

Catherine looked up as Nick walked into the break room, a tense look on his face. She sighed and sat up, folding her newspaper and leaving it in her lap. "Are you okay?" She asked, knowing full well that the entire situation had Nick stressed.

He looked over at her from the coffee pot. "Oh yeah, I'm great." He told her. "Just fine."

Catherine bit her lip. "I don't think you need any more caffeine Nick."

Nick turned and glared at her, but put down the coffee pot and began to pace. "They can't do this. I mean, come on… it's Greg."

"He's a suspect." Catherine reminded him.

"Why? We have no proof he was ever there! I processed the crime scene Catherine; nowhere in my report did I state that further investigation of Greg Sanders should take place. And neither did Sara." He added on the end before Catherine could reply.

"You know it's not us who makes that decision Nick."

"Well it should be." He shot back.

"If he's innocent the evidence will prove it. You know that."

"What do you mean if he's innocent Catherine, of course he's innocent. He's Greg."

Catherine sighed. "Sure Nick."

--

"You touch me again and there are going to be consequences." Carrie said firmly, as the police officer approached her again, trying to make sure that her prints were recorded correctly on the sheet.

"Ms. Sanders, may I remind you it is a criminal offence to threaten a police officer." Brass stated simply from where he stood across the room.

"May I remind you, sir, that repeated unnecessary contact is also a criminal offence, and self defence, is not." Carrie replied evenly, her eyes locked on his.

Brass shifted but bit his tongue. He wasn't going to get into this now. The police officer stepped forwards and removed the piece of paper from the table once Carrie's prints had been recorded and filed it in an envelope before handing it to Brass. "Thank you very much for your cooperation Ms. Sanders. I'm sure we'll be speaking shortly."

Carrie raised an eyebrow but said nothing, turning on her heel and leaving the room.

"Well?" Tim asked, standing up as his sister stepped into the hall.

Carrie made a face, ignoring his question. "Where's Marie?"

"Mr. Timothy Sanders." The police officer said sticking his head out into the hall.

Tim gave his sister a pointed look before following the uniformed man into the room.

"Mr. Sanders." Brass said as he entered.

Tim nodded. "Afternoon." He replied.

"Can you give me your left hand please sir?" The police officer asked, standing across from Tim.

Tim held his hand towards the man. "You do realise this is unnecessary? I'm military, everything's on file."

Brass shifted uncomfortably. "The military are being uncooperative."

"Because you're bothering an innocent family, and one of their men. They're like that." Tim told him.

"So I've learned." Brass mumbled in reply, reading over the Carrie's paper in his hand. The three men looked up at the knock on the door.

"Brass." Warrick said, sticking his head round the corner.

"What is it?" Brass asked, walking over towards the door.

Warrick's eyes met Tim's and he turned slightly so that his back was to him. "Jackson's dead."

"The affair guy?"

Warrick nodded.

"Okay. Give me five minutes."

Warrick nodded again, stepping out of the room and waiting for Brass in the corridor. A few minutes later, Tim emerged, Brass and the police officer following. "You ready?" Warrick questioned.

"Let's go." Brass replied, leading the way to the exit.

Carrie stood up. "What's going on?"

"Richard Jackson's dead." Tim replied simply.

"Where are Gregory and Marie?" Carrie asked.

"Exactly."