Chapter 3.5 –

A/N – This is basically a cruddy little filler chapter, so I'm sorry 'bout that hides. It's just tying up some loose ends. I swear it will improve from here on out. I have been a little swamped recently, but will do my very best to get the next chapter out pronto for you guys. Thank you so much for your encouragement.

Shift the next day brought new information and new leads. "We've got those DNA samples back, and not surprisingly the semen matches our Vic." Grissom informed the rest of the team as they sat in the break room at the beginning of the next shift. "It gives strong motives to both the wife and mistress."

He seemed edgy and no one was quite sure what was to blame. He ran through his words swiftly not looking directly at anyone. Sara simply kept her head down and did her best to ignore the obvious tension and pretending that it was nothing to do with her. If she was honest she knew that, that was a total lie, and also knew that if she looked at anyone else in the room they would probably see through her facade. They were trained investigators after all. Avoidance seemed a very good course of action for the moment.

Greg eventually broke the silence of the room that no-one else seemed willing to attempt. "Who wants to be cheated on with a horse? It's got to be the worst scenario for a girl." He noted with a hint of a grin and glanced briefly at Catherine with an eyebrow raised. The looks he gained from the rest of the group were enough to shut him up and he gave a light shrug turning back towards Grissom.

"We have positive confirmation that the manure in the treads of the wife's shoes was from the stables. It contains the same traces of earth." Grissom looked back down at the notes in his hand and spoke again without even looking up.

"Nick, Sara go and talk to our Vic's wife again, see if you can't get anything else of use from her. Warrick and Catherine, you take the Mistress, we don't have a warrant for her house, but you can but at least try, see if she will submit to a search willingly. I have some paperwork to be doing, check back with me when you're done." Grissom immediately turned and marched out of the room leaving a quiet group behind him.

Warrick and Catherine shared a covert look, and eventually Warrick shrugged "I'll see you out at the car in a minute," he murmured, before wandering off to the locker room. The blonde nodded in confirmation and she too made her way out of the room leaving the others to make their way to their scene.

When Nick and Sara arrived they made their way up the drive. Nick was getting a distinct sense of deja-vu; Jean Wiesman was already stood in the doorway watching them. He was beginning to think she did nothing but stand guard by her window. Although considering some of her husband's activities, he wasn't really surprised that she was a little suspicious. He would be in the same position.

"I imagine you want to talk to me again." She met and held his stare, essentially ignoring Sara completely. "I thought you took all you needed the last time."

"Not quite." Nick paused.

"We just need to talk to you, and take another quick look around." Sara made an attempt to at least gain a little of the woman's attention. Mrs Wiesman simply scrutinized her for a moment before turning back into her home.

"Do you want coffee?" she directed over her shoulder. Nick looked at the brunette who gave him a weak smile and motioned that he should follow the woman's path. As they entered the kitchen Jean meandered around pulling things out of cupboards seemingly at random. She didn't appear to keep any two things in the same place. The kitchen was cluttered but strangely organized, in that she appeared to know exactly where everything was none-the-less.

Eventually she handed a mug each to the two CSI's and motioned for them to sit down at the large table in the centre of the room.

"I really don't know what else I can tell you. I knew what he did, and I assume by now that you do too. I always assumed, mistakenly, that he would realise what he had with me and that he would come back. That maybe it was just a phase he was going through."

"We found manure from the livery stables in the treads of your shoes; you told us that you had never been there."

She took a sharp breath letting it out steadily keeping her eyes down on the table. "I followed him once; it was right at the beginning, I never went again. It was… uh, unnerving… to see him like that." She kept looking down at her folded hands on the table rubbing her thumbs along the backs of the opposite hands.

Nick felt for the woman a little. There are some things that you don't like to admit to, and he could see how she might have ignored the issue hoping that it would resolve itself. There was something about her that made him trust her. It wasn't something he found happened very often.

Sara was watching her coffee with a slightly odd expression - probably remembering she wasn't supposed to drink it – and so missed Nick's failed attempts to drag her back to the present. Until she felt a sharp kick in the shin and finally looked up nodding and hoping it looked like she had been paying even the slightest bit of attention. She immediately pushed the coffee away from her and turned her thoughts back to the woman next to her, no need to make people unduly suspicious.

Warrick and Catherine had a little more luck. The woman as expected refused their request to search her house. But they weren't really expecting anything less from her. It was rare to find someone who actually submitted to a search of their home willingly. Who really wanted strangers prodding through their possessions? Catherine knew that she would hate to have people invading her home like that, even if it was necessary. She still had very little sympathy for the woman who she was fairly sure had recently killed a man, and appeared to feel no remorse.

Although they were not able to search her home they were able to search her garbage, which was outside the perimeter of her property. This being where they found a plastic bag containing a set of clothes. Catherine stood a little way back and watched as Warrick delved into the depths of the trash can, taking time to admire the view while she was waiting. Why not while it was there?

"What else are you expecting me to find in here?" Warrick' muffled voice from somewhere down at the floor level.

Catherine decided that now might be a good time to go out on a limb. "Do you see any shoes in there?"

"Nada." Warrick fished around in the bottom of the trash can for a few more moments before smiling triumphantly and producing something and presenting it to Catherine with an optimistic glint in his eyes. "Will this do though?"

"Brass is bringing the mistress in for questioning again. If the epithelia inside the shirt match her, and the blood on the outside matches him it's a closed case."

"We don't have a DNA sample from her yet." Sara reminded her cautiously.

Catherine gave a tightly controlled smile and sipped carefully at her steaming coffee looking down at Sara, "You want to go watch the interrogation?"

"Might as well I guess. When is it?" Sara replied glancing over her shoulder at Catherine who was still standing in the doorway of the room watching her.

"About twenty minutes, so why don't we head over there"

The quick walk to the PD didn't allow much time for questions and Sara was glad, the 3rd degree from Catherine was definitely not what she needed right now, the looks she was getting made her think that if Catherine didn't get some pertinent information pretty soon she might explode.

Sara honestly doubted that there was anything she was going to be able to tell her that would be any different from what she suspected anyway. Even so admitting it out loud to anyone was not a test she needed to pass right now. That could still wait – up to seven months if necessary.

The woman entered the interrogation room her face the picture of serenity. If she was nervous it certainly didn't show. Her green eyes scanned the room and came to rest on the one way mirror, she seemed to stare right through it and it was a most disconcerting feeling to both on the other side. It was few suspects who actually looked right at the glass, and Sara had always found it a very odd feeling when they did.

"We know what you did" Detective Vartaan, never one to sugar coat things, got straight to the point. "We have your shirt, Gunshot residue, and his blood all over it," Truthfully they didn't have the evidence to back that up yet, but she didn't need to know that. The DNA would be back in a couple of days

"I can't think what you're talking about." The woman smiled mysteriously and tucked a strand of her shoulder length hair carefully behind an ear.

"You killed him. Maybe you finally realised what his wife already knew; only you took out your shock in a slightly different manner."

Grissom stood from the other side of the table placing the bag containing the clothes onto the table. "These, were found in your trash. Blood splattered clothes don't look good, especially as we can prove that you were wearing them when the blood got onto them."

"High velocity splatter like this, needs a high impact hit to produce them. Like a gunshot. You would have had to be stood only feet away from the gun, and him to produce this effect." He paused and looked at her for a moment. "Your epithelia's are all over the inside of the shirt."

"You can't be sure of that."

"Actually, we can." Brass stood up. "You see we didn't need a warrant for a DNA sample. We got it for free when we went through your garbage. Get a new toothbrush recently?" The woman's demeanour changed in an instant. It always creeped Sara out more than she would have liked to admit, that someone she might pass in the street without a second look, could suddenly turn like that. It was a scary idea and it made her look at people in a whole different light. It was one of the downsides of the job, made you look at mankind in a much more jaded sense.

"I was simply doing what was right." The woman stated a satisfied smirk growing on her face. "It is one of the laws; I was just putting it into practise, something that should have been done years ago."

"There is no law allowing the murder of a man." Vartaan assured her.

"Gods laws hold no bounds, if I do his command he will protect me." She leaned back into her chair and continued slowly. "It is written that any man who lies with a beast; shall be put to death, and the beast too. I was helping him; and you." Detective Vartaan gave her a disbelieving look.

"I think you'll find that law was reformed." Grissom added.

Vartaan waved a hand at the officer who was stood in the corner of the room. He immediately moved and began to cuff the woman and led her from the room while Grissom watched on and shook his head silently.

TBC ---