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Chapter 9

A match had been made from the knife found in the hotel room. Some blood had been found on the handle, where the attacker had cut themselves while stabbing one of the victims. Mia had run the DNA through CODIS, and the match came back as:

Hank Pettigrew

"Isn't he that paramedic that Sara dated for a while?" Greg asked.

"I think so, I mean I never knew the guy, but I've heard that he's a lowlife SOB who cheated on her." Mia replied.

Greg slowly shook his head, 'this isn't right, why would he do this? He didn't even know Sara's family. This is a bit much for just revenge isn't it?' he thought to himself. "Yeah, I think technically, he cheated on his fiancé with her, but he never knew about it. Thanks for this Mia, I'd better call her, and see how she's doing"

Mia nodded and returned to the lab to give him some privacy. "Tell we're all thinking of her."

"Sure, will do." He called while dialing the number into his cell. After the third attempt, he was getting frustrated. "Come on Sara, pick up!" It soon reached voice mail again, so he gave up trying to contact her. Instead, he rang Brass to update him, and to ask if he could arrest Hank.

"Brass"

"Hey Brass, how you doing?"

"I'm doing fine, Greg, what's up?" the older man replied.

"I've just got the results from the blood we found on the murder weapon, and they come back Hank Pettigrew."

He could here the anger in Brass' voice as he quickly retorted, "What? That paramedic? Ok then, I'll bring him in for questioning, perhaps he needed to stitch himself up, after playing butcher to the Sidles."

Greg always thought that Brass had a dry sense of humor, but thought better of it then to mention it to the older officer. "Sure, I'll meet you at police headquarters in say 20 minutes?"

"Ok, see ya then" he nearly hung up, "Oh Greg, have you spoken to Sara yet?"

"Not yet, she's not answering, I think her phone's switched off"

Brass thought about it for a second, before replying, "She's probably at the hospital with Leah, which would mean that she'd have to switch it off"

"Oh yeah, I hadn't thought about that. Is Grissom with her, do you know? As I can't get hold of him either."

"Probably," he chuckled at the thought of Grissom actually showing some support and sticking around with Sara. He always knew that his friend had a thing for Sara, but was too scared to admit anything. Hell, everyone knew it, except himself and Sara. 'Does this mean that he's finally noticed that life's too short or something, and that he should do something about his feelings before it's too late?' Brass thought.

"See ya then," Greg's voice broke him from his reverie.

"Yeah see ya!" they both hung up the phone. Brass immediately rung up the DA's office to try and get a warrant for Hank's hands or DNA, if not his actual arrest. Within 20 minutes, Greg had arrived, and they left for Hank's apartment hoping for find him, with a cut on his hand, from stabbing two people.


Meanwhile back at the hospital, Leah, was being discharged. "Can I have an ice-cream on the way home?" She asked.

Both adults smiled, "We'll think about it, but there are no guarantees." Sara replied. 'wow,' she thought, 'I'm already getting into this parent thing.' She smiled again. She was semi-aware of Grissom's hand on the small of her back, something that he very rarely – if ever – did. She could not stop herself from smiling, something that didn't go unnoticed.

"What are you smiling at?" Grissom whispered seductively into her ear. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as he spoke.

She cleared her throat, "nothing, just this," she pointed around her, "life, everything. Isn't it amazing how some of the best things come from tragedy?" She could see, through the corner of her eye, him smiling as well.

As a gentleman, he opened the front door, of the hospital, for her, and immediately replaced his hand on her back, as they walked along the path towards his car. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe and protected in his arms. "Let's go home" he simply said.

'What's that supposed to mean?' she asked herself. She had a habit of over analyzing every conversation that they were having incase she said something that might make him shut himself off again. She felt like she was worried that their relationship would end, even when there was no 'relationship' per se to begin with. He had ensured that, 'but maybe now, with Leah, he might change.' She thought, hoping to brighten her mood again.

"Ok, then" she replied.


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