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Chapter 3

As the medics looked over the boy - whose name was Jason - Nick padded over to his supervisor, wondering how to break his suspicions to him.

How exactly did you tell someone you thought they had a son that they hadn't known about? Nick really wished there was a guidebook on how to avoid awkward moments.

To top things off, Grissom had noticed his fidgeting and was giving him an odd look.

"Well, uh," Nick shuffled from side to side as though he had to go to the bathroom.

"Nicky, you're a level 3 now...if you need to go, just go, there's no need to ask my permission," said Grissom. "Just don't make the mistake Greg made, go next door."

Groaning inwardly, Nick blurted, "Grissom, we found out Lee Nha had a kid!"

"What?" Grissom blinked, for the second time that day looking surprised. Nick did not have the time or space of mind to be amused at his supervisor's uncharacteristic expression of shock; he was far more concerned with the immediate situation. Grissom continued on, his voice forceful. "Is it dead?"

"He was alive when we found him," Nick said, wondering where the 'it' had come from. Had Grissom thought along the same lines Nick had been thinking, and was now in denial? "The paramedics are looking him over."

"I see," Grissom said, in a voice that indicated he really didn't see at all. "Maybe ...he... saw the killer. I want you to question him as soon as the paramedics are done." Grissom turned away.

"Wait, Gris-" Nick began, willing his brain to come up with a brilliant beyond brilliant idea as to how to ask Grissom this...

"Hey, guys? What's going on?" Sara popped up, causing Nick to jump.

Darn. Nick forced up a smile. "Oh, nothing. Just gonna go interview Lee Nha's son, Jason, that's all."

"Son?" Sara looked confused. "The victim had a son?"

"Apparently." Nick watched Grissom. He had paused briefly, and turned back to look at them, but as soon as he noticed Nick's thoughtful glance he looked away as if stung and walked off. Sara frowned as she observed this.

"What's wrong with Gris?"

After the previous rumours flying around the lab about Sara's relationship with Grissom, Nick wasn't so sure she was the right person to tell. "Why don't you ask him?"

With that, the CSI turned and headed over to Jason.

"Why don't you tell me?" Sara retorted, following after him. "What's the big deal? Why is everyone acting so weird? First Grissom's throwing up everywhere and now..." She halted as her eyes fell on Jason. The boy was sitting in the back of the ambulance, a blanket wrapped around him, his big blue eyes staring off into nothing.

Like Nick, Sara hadn't gotten to CSI 3 by being lucky.

He didn't have time for this. Nick went right over. Instinctively, Jason turned to him as he approached.

"Hey, pal," said Nick, rubbing his back soothingly. "I need to ask you a few questions, okay?"

A nod.

Then again, decided Nick, they could always ask him back at the station while waiting for child services to pick him up.

Glancing to the side as Jason clung to him, Nick's eyes met Grissom's blue ones. A funny feeling ran through the CSI, of compassion and sympathy, as he realized that his supervisor wasn't looking at Nick, but at Jason.

And he couldn't take his eyes off him.

"Grissom? You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," said Warrick, tapping the elder CSI on the shoulder. Grissom turned reluctantly to face him.

"Yes, Warrick, I'm fine. Did you find anything?" Grissom said forcefully, snapping into Supervisor Mode.

"Actually, yeah," said Warrick, holding up a small plastic evidence bag. Inside there was a small, slightly squished cigarette butt. "Found it in the bushes."

"Grissom." The supervisor turned, to see Sara, who was wearing her 'I-am-so-pissed-with-you-Gil-Grissom' look. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"I'm busy, Sara. Later." Grissom gave her a stern look and turned back to Warrick. "Get that to the lab. See if there's any DNA on it."

"You got it," said Warrick, shrugging at Sara who was glaring at him. He moved off, his lanky frame disappearing into the night.

Watching from the sidelines, Jason turned to Nick. "Who are they?" the five-year-old wanted to know.

"Those are the people who are gonna help find out who did this to your Mom," Nick said gently. He decided not to elaborate for now.

Jason didn't seem to accept that answer, his brow creased in thought as he opened his mouth to ask another question, but the arrival of Jim Brass cut him off.

"Child Services doesn't want to take him!" exploded the captain.

Grissom turned sharply. "What?"

"They claim they're too backed up, but they'll send a guy over sometime next Monday," said Brass, lowering his voice as he glanced at Jason, who was cowering at the sudden angry outburst. Apparently, he had yet to get over the shock that came with losing his mother.

"So, what do we do with him?" asked Sara, irritably.

"We'll work something out," Grissom said. "Meanwhile, we process this scene. The body should have been taken away by now, so let's get in there. I want to know who did this." For a moment, a look of anger passed through Grissom's normally impassive eyes, but only for a moment. It was gone, replaced by the familiar calm mask.

But it was just that. A mask.

If his team were telepathic, Grissom knew what they would read from his mind - all the pain and sorrow at Lee Nha's death, the confusion over her son, the near-desperate need to know if Jason was or wasn't his son... and the fear that he was.

Grissom pinched the bridge of his nose. No. He couldn't go there. If Jason was his son...

Turning sharply, Grissom went back to the scene, really not wanting to dwell on that last thought.

Finishing up on the scene seemed to take a lifetime, but then they were done, the body was being shipped to the morgue, and Grissom was able to heave a sigh of relief and prepare to head for the lab. Outside, he was about to get behind the driver's seat when Nick came out with Jason and made him stop.

"Hey, Gris." Nick gave him a strange look, one that even Gill couldn't interpret yet. "Look, Jason doesn't have anywhere to crash, so you can tell Jim I'll be taking care of him until Child Services comes for him."

Swallowing, wondering if Nick was trying to tell him something, Gil nodded. "Okay."

The last thing Gil saw before they disappeared into the back seat were Jason's blue eyes, seeming to accuse him of something. Memories of Lee Nha filled his mind, and muttering something to Warrick about a headache, Grissom did the one thing Sara feared him doing - and turned the wheel over to the rather wild driver known as Warrick Brown.

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