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Chapter Six
During the trip to Grissom's house, Brass questioned him about possible suspects. "I honestly have no clue. I mean, we've put hundreds of perps away. I guess we need to check my old case files to see who may have been released recently. I've never really received any threats like this before. Hey, Jim, thanks for earlier. Actually, tonight was the first night for us…I mean, obviously I've had, well, feelings for Sara. I guess I wouldn't let myself admit to that, maybe I was afraid of being hurt or hurting her. I don't know. So, we were sort of talking tonight and admitting our feelings; but we got cut short."
With a sly smirk beaming from his face, Brass quipped, "Didn't look like talking to me. Sorry, that was uncalled for; but, I couldn't resist. Let me say this: the two of you have been silently wanting each other for years now. I'm glad you are at least trying to be happy. You deserve it; and Sara has been in love with you ever since she got to Vegas. It was you I was unsure about until that one case with the girl that looked like Sara. I could tell it was tearing you apart. Well that's neither here or there. Gil, I'm your friend; I won't say anything to anyone about this. Really, it's nobody's business anyway. Good luck, it won't be easy; but if you love each other; it'll be well worth the hard work and sacrifice."
Grissom again was relieved that his friend was going to respect his and Sara's privacy. As they pulled up to Grissom's townhouse, each of them scanned the area to look for anything suspicious. Satisfied, they exited Brass's truck and walked to the door. The door was locked just as he left it and the alarm hadn't gone off, so Grissom deducted that there wasn't a break in. Cautiously, they both entered the domicile and surveyed the scene. "Nothing looks disturbed, Jim, and the alarm didn't go off. Maybe it was just a bluff or a prank."
As he was checking the kitchen, Grissom noticed a red light flashing on his answering machine. Pointing to the machine, "Jim, I think I just found our abnormality. No one ever calls my home number; I forgot I even had that stupid machine."
Grissom pressed the playback button on the machine. "Hello Dr. Grissom. Remember me? You ruined my life, so now it's payback time, my comrade. I have been watching you. I thought about killing you, but alas, I realize there is a better way to hurt you. I watched you tonight, you looked so happy. Why didn't you tell me about her resemblance? No wonder I got to you in that interrogation room. You should've taken your own advice and left her alone. Then she would be safe. But you had to go and screw up, now you will never see her again. If I can't be happy, than you can't either. Good luck finding me, Grissom. You have 24 hours. Chow."
Horrified, Grissom realized, "Sara, he's going after Sara. Oh my God, I left her alone."
"Relax, Gil, we just left her 30 minutes ago. Let's call her."
Grissom was already dialing her cell. There was no answer. He tried her home. No answer there as well. Devastated, he sunk into his sofa. "How careless could I be? Why did I leave her there alone? I will never forgive myself if--"
"Hey, pull it together, we don't know anything yet. I've already had a car sent to her place. Let's go. Grissom, I need you to focus. If he's got her, we will find her, but in order to do that, I need you, Gil Grissom the criminalist, to stay with me."
Hurriedly, they entered Brass's truck and drove toward Sara's apartment. Brass could see the worry, guilt, and hurt in his friend's eyes. "Grissom, I need to ask you some questions. First things first, who was that on the answering machine?"
"Vincent Lurie," he revealed.
TBC
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