A/N: One more day of school! I'm so happy. Anyway, on with the story. Hope you like this chapter, and as always, review.
"I don't get it Grissom," Sara started when they got into his car, she was in no mood to drive, "how can two people hate each other so much that they are completely ignorant to the affect it has on their own child?"
"I don't think it's about hate towards each other. The other aspects of life fall apart and they don't, or can't resolve that, so they take it out on each other."
"Maybe." She stared out the car window, her face blank.
They rode the rest of the way in silence. He pulled up to her apartment building and got out to walk her up.
"You going to be okay?" He asked her once they reached her door.
"Yeh, I'm fine," she said. "Oh, will you pick me up before shift tonight, seeing how I don't have my car?"
"Sure, no problem."
"Goodnight Grissom." Sara said as she opened the door.
"Get some sleep Sara." Grissom said. Knowing Sara she'd only get a few hours of sleep tonight.
They said their goodbyes and Grissom walked back to his car slowly, not wanting to leave her. He climbed in and drove home.
He arrived early, knowing she'd probably been ready long ago. She was ready, of course.
Realizing he'd never told her what he had found out from Brass last night he said, "Oh, Brass has a list of friends and relatives he's interviewing today that he said 'may have something to say'."
"We should talk to the parents again"
"Yeh." He said pulling into HQ.
Brass was already waiting for them. "Hey." he said. Sara and Grissom informed him of everything they had found out yesterday. "Okay, I'll set up another interview."
"We still have stuff to work on from the things we brought back from the house, but I want to be in on the parents interview." Grissom said.
"Alright, I'll page you." Brass said, and they all split up to tackle their work.
Grissom checked on the fingerprints he had left with Jacqui last night. They had lifted several from the room and few from the doorknob and window.
"Anything?" he asked Jacqui.
"As a matter of fact, there is something that stands out to me." She said, wheeling her chair over to another section of her office. "This is puzzling, a thumbprint from the window matches a Julie Claremont."
"Interesting." Grissom said. "Maybe it's as simple as she was at their house and opened the girl's window for her."
"Possible." she said. "I also identified a print from the garage door handle as hers, and it has to be recent because the print would have been covered by many others that used the door handle if it was older, and this print was on top."
"Did it say why she was in the database?"
"Uh," She said reading a printout, "She was in the navy, got out in '97."
"Thanks." Grissom said.
Sara was still sorting through the odds and ends they had collected from the house when Grissom returned.
"Any progress?" he asked.
"Yeh," She replied without looking up, "Well, maybe."
"What do you mean maybe?"
"Okay, this lamp. It's not very damaged, but it is really delicate, sort of porcelain like. I don't understand why it is not broken more if it was knocked down in a struggle. But maybe the nightstand got bumped and knocked it over." She sighed.
Grissom pondered that a moment and went on to tell her about the fingerprints they found that belonged to Julie Claremont.
When he was done Sara raised her eyebrows and said, "We should talk to her."
Before Grissom could respond his beeper went off. "Brass" he said, "You coming? We're interviewing the parents again."
"Um, yes." She decided.
They all took seats around the steel table, the Claremont's seated on one side and Sara, Grissom and Brass scattered around the rest of the table.
"Why are we here?" Mr. Claremont asked, clearly agitated.
"In case you forgot, your daughter's missing." Brass stated the obvious. "We need to ask you a few more things." without waiting he said, "Are you two completely oblivious to your daughter, or do you just not care what you put her through?"
"Excuse me?" Mrs. Claremont said.
"Your fighting. We read her diary." Brass informed them.
"That has nothing to do with her." Mr. Claremont said defensively.
"Maybe not." Sara chimed in, "but she hears it and believe me, it affects her." She stared at him, almost daring him to disagree. He didn't say a thing.
Knowing they weren't going to get anything out of them on that topic Bras said, "Who is Julie Claremont?"
"She's my sister, why? What does she have to do with any of this?" Mr. Claremont said.
Skipping over his questions Brass asked, "Does Chelsea communicate with Julie often?"
"God no. We don't speak to her." Something in his voice gave Grissom the idea that Julie had done something in the past to piss Mr. Claremont off.
"Interesting." Brass said, thinking out loud.
"Are we done here? We have places to be." Mrs. Claremont said.
"Yes, we are." Brass said, escorting them out, leaving Grissom and Sara in the interrogation room.
"I think we really hit something with this Julie person, we should find out where she is." Sara said.
"I agree. Maybe she knew about the fighting and tried to get Chelsea away from it. Or she took her as a way to get back at the Claremont's." He said.
"Either way, we should find her."
TBC
