Disclaimer: Yeah so I don't any of them except for maybe Grissom's father but he's dead and related to Grissom (what's the rule on that) so I don't know

A/N Sorry it took a little while to put this chapter up, my other story that I've been posting sort has been my main focus over the last week plus I wasn't and am still not 100 happy with this chapter but thought I'd post it let me know what you think. The italicized parts are Grissom's thoughts.

Grissom looked down at his hands as he shifted in his seat, his back was still giving him problems but he wasn't about to tell his friends sitting across the table that. No one had said anything yet, Jim had brought him to the station, got him a cup of coffee and placed him in interview room 1. Now they were just sitting there Jim, Sara and Catherine on one side and Grissom on the other. Catherine cleared her throat to speak. Grissom braced himself for the questions that were inevitably to come.

"So, when was the last time you saw your father Gil?" Catherine asked her voice straining as she thought of what she wanted to ask.

"At 3.13pm yesterday afternoon" Grissom answered in the most unemotional monotone voice. Catherine waited for him to elaborate but he just stopped

"Would you like to elaborate, can you tell us what happened from the time you saw him till the time he left your presence" Sara piped in

"He knocked on my door at 3.13pm I opened it, I refused him entry, he came in anyway walked into my living room picked up the right picture off the middle shelf of my left wall placed it back on my shelf. I requested him to leave he said he needed to talk to me I allowed him to carry on, he asked for money I refused I again requested him to leave, he insulted me I showed him the door he left." Grissom crossed his arms as he finished his account of what happened.

I don't know why I didn't tell them about the fight maybe because I know they're going to ask, I just don't want them to look at me with pity in their eyes, maybe they'll just let it go.

"What time did he leave?" Catherine asked

"3.27pm"

"Did he say what he needed the money for?"

"Said he lost 10 thousand of his employer's money then lost 5 of his own he wanted me to lend it to him"

"and you refused why?"

"He showed up on my doorstep and asks for money after 40 years of no contact, I think it was within my rights to say no"

"If it's been 40 years how did you know it was him" Catherine questioned

"The scar on his right hand"

Good maybe they wouldn't ask him about the black eye, but he didn't really like this line of questioning either as he was going to have to explain the scar soon which also didn't shine favorably on him either in light of the current situation. At the thought of this he shifted again in his chair, a wince passed his face as he felt the bruising on his back shift. Maybe they didn't see that, I hope they didn't see that.

"Griss, how did you get your black eye?" Sara enquired

Damn

"My face was the unfortunate recipient of a fist" he answered with a smirk

"That didn't really answer Sara's question, could you explain what happened after he asked you for the money? Did you get into a fight?" Catherine probed

"Yes, we got into a fight, he pushed me onto my back where upon he punched my right eye, I kicked him once in the ribs he got off me I pushed him towards the door he grabbed me and rammed me against the door frame, happy now" Grissom had mumbled most of the account in hopes they would just dismiss it.

"Could you take off your shirt?" Sara asked almost sheepishly, in fact in any other situation she would have loved making that request but somehow this wasn't how she imagined it. Grissom looked up at this request the first time in the whole interview and looked straight into Sara's eyes almost challenging her to back down.

"You're obviously in a bit of pain we just need to make sure your injuries are consistent with your account and that you don't need medical treatment" Catherine butted in to try an ease the tension caused by Sara's request.

"As you wish, I imagine you found bruising on his body in the shape of a foot, would you like me to take off my shoe as well for size comparison" Grissom chided as he went to get up from his chair

"If you wouldn't mind, Sara would you get the camera with filter so we can see any deeper bruising" Catherine requested as she too stood and went to move around the table.

Grissom started to unbutton his shirt until it hung loose off his shoulders he slowly took his left arm out then his right as not to jar his back anymore than he had to he also removed his right shoe. He looked down at his chest where a nice purple bruise had formed under his right bottom rib. Sara stepped up to his chest and placed the camera in her line of sight

"There some slight bruising under both ribs Cath" Sara got a weird look in her eye "You say he pushed you onto your back what did he do it with, can't have been his hands?" Sara looked up at Grissom with this question expecting an answer.

"His head" was all that escaped Grissom's lips

A small frown creased Sara's brow at this comment, she carried on looking over his body, a small gasp escaped her lips as she reached his back, Catherine immediately went to join her behind Grissom.

"He must of rammed you pretty hard Gil, you have one hell of a bruise on your back" Catherine remarked as she came back around to his line of view

"Are we done" Grissom asked as he motioned to get his shirt

"Yes, but not with the questions" was the answer as Catherine sat back down in her chair

Sara gave her a look from behind Grissom's back as if to say, let him go, we've got enough for now.

Brass cleared his throat and all eyes turned to him, everybody had forgotten he was even there. This simple act however broke Catherine's train of thought and when she looked back all she saw before her was a friend, an exhausted looking innocent friend not a suspect.

"I'm sorry Gil you can go, if we have anymore questions we'll let you know, we're going to look into your fathers employer see where that will.." Catherine started to tell Grissom but was stopped mid sentence

"Catherine I don't need to know, the less I know the better it is for your investigation" and with that Grissom exited the room with Brass soon to follow

"Why do I feel so horrible?" Sara asked as she put the camera away "What his father did to him that bruise on his back, I thought something was up but never suspected that of all things, then we drag him in here asking him to tell us everything"

"Sara, if we hadn't asked somebody else would have it's better it was coming from us" and with that Catherine and Sara left in hopes to find some answers.