Title: Bright Lights; Dig City Author: Jayke Manners

Category: Drama / Angst

Spoilers: Only received up to Ch-Ch-Ch Changes in Aussie – so pretty much anything up to there…

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or it's Characters. If I did Mr Will would be at the mercy of mine. (Bring the handcuffs CSI man)

Oh I made up Lisa.

Summary: Casefile / Angst / GS

THIRTY-NINE

Grissom stood with Brass in the DNA lab, not looking at the dayshift techie as she handed him the papers. Lisa had called Brass as soon as the results came though. Not like she had a choice. It had all appeared standard at first; the tags were coded positive, IDs were printed out. She'd been expecting a link to Corbett, so no surprises there. But that was when all normal procedure had ended. An alert began blinking on the screen, the CLOSED FILE window shutting down her access to the report. It wasn't one of the desert babies, the only information Lisa could access was Brass' name attached to a hidden case file. Brass had arrived within minutes, looked at the documents in silence, ordered her to keep it quiet and left faster than he'd arrived. It didn't take a forensic scientist to figure out it was an internal.

Grissom scanned the paper, eyes clouding. He glanced at Brass who remained silent, he'd already seen the results.

Two faces, both sickeningly familiar, stared blankly from the pages. Short histories on both, no criminal records, no prior notices to appear. If it hadn't been for the desert babies investigation, they wouldn't have been on file at all. But thanks to the swabs that Warrick and Catherine had taken, now they had all the information they needed.

"We've got 'em Griss." Brass told him. "They're in interrogation right now. They not goin' anywhere."

But Grissom couldn't answer. His jaw set, the muscle ticking beneath the surface. He'd been so close… If only he'd known, he could have killed them both.

Lisa glanced back and forth between the two, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. "So are you gonna tell me what this is all about?" she asked.

Grissom pulled in a slow, angry breath. "No," he answered, and walked out of the room.

FORTY

Grissom was half way across the building before Brass caught up. It wasn't a mystery where he was headed, or what he intended to do once he got there.

"Grissom!" Brass grabbed onto Gil's shoulder and tried to slow him down, but the man wasn't waiting for anyone. "Hey!" Brass grabbed him once again, but this time was forced to duck out of the way as Grissom swung around and shoved him back against the wall.

"Back off Brass!" he shouted, too close to out of control. All rationality had left him hours ago, what little was left had been ripped from him when Lisa handed over the DNA match. All he could think of now, was vengeance Career ending, eye for an eye all out retribution. Grissom knew it, and he didn't care.

Thankfully, Brass did.

It took the detective all of ten seconds to force Grissom back down the stairs and out the door into the car park. With a final shove Brass thrust him into the fading daylight, standing guard at the door while Gil struggled to breathe.

The tightening in Grissom's chest began the moment he'd seen Sara's file on his desk, a dull aching that made it difficult to think. Now it was more like someone had hit him in the stomach with a Mack truck. He half stumbled to a Tahoe and leaned against it with both hands, pulling in air and gritting his teeth against the rising desire to take out his gun and shoot every living creature he encountered. He'd been so close…

He remembered their smug expressions as he'd told them to get lost. The look on Sara's face as she watched him do it. But he hadn't known. Sara had – somehow something inside her had told her the truth and she'd reacted. Grissom closed his eyes as it dawned on him what he'd done.

FORTY - ONE

"Sara." A wide grin spread across Corbett's face as he uttered her name with pride. "Clever girl." He stared silently for a moment, as would a pleased parent or teacher. "I really didn't think you were going to get it. I am impressed."

Sara shook her head, confusion crossing her face, "But it wasn't you," she said. "I know it wasn't you."

Corbett nodded somewhat regretfully, they were no longer talking about his career path. "No, it wasn't. Right again." He gazed at her, but it was the Sara in his mind that he was seeing. "I admit, I thought about what it would be like to have you. To be inside you, to taste you… We could have been quite the pair." His eyes trailed down, his hand returning to grip at his thigh as a slow, jagged breath escaped his lips. "But even I know my limitations," he said. "As it was, you broke quite a few bones that night. I certainly didn't intend for any of them to be mine. But I am nothing if not resourceful. I found my pleasure in other ways."

Sara swallowed, refusing to allow the memories to surface, her intent fixed upon Corbett. "You were there." It wasn't a question.

He clasped his hands in front, resting his lips on his fingers. "It's amazing what some kids will do for a passing grade," he answered.

FORTY – TWO

"Gil? You ok?" Brass tilted his head, regarding Grissom with a concerned eye.

Grissom didn't answer straight away. It had taken a while to regain control and clear his thoughts, to slow his breathing and stand up straight. He'd spent the last few minutes staring toward the Las Vegas sun as it slowly sank below the horizon of cement and steel.

Eventually, he nodded his head toward Brass and offered a weak shrug. "Yeah." He wasn't and they both knew it, but there were more important things ahead. Now he had to find Sara.

He turned and started back to Jim, but faltered when his eye caught something in the black car beside him.

"What?" asked Jim.

Grissom's lips pursed and his eyes narrowed, "This is Sara's car."