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A/N: Here's the next chapter, the words in italics are a dream, hope you like it and I promise to try and put the next chapter up soon. Please keep reviewing it's making me very happy to hear what you have to say
"What seem's odd about this knife block to you?." Catherine enquired as they looked around the kitchen.
"It doesn't have any knives?" Sara answered "You're not suggesting he got rid of them because he used one murdering his father?"
"I'm not suggesting anything but we need to take it into account, it's obvious that there are a few things here that are starting to concern me and one of them is you comforting Grissom , when this case goes to court that's the sort of thing that will put doubt in the juror's mind" Catherine scolded
"I don't believe this I really don't, I'd rather be helping Grissom as a friend than betraying him suspecting him of murder" Sara almost yelled with venom in her voice "You haven't even asked if he's alright, what sort of friend are you?"
"One who cares whether or not he goes to jail, if you want to stay on this case you have to treat him as a suspect and as you're clearly not doing that I'm not sure I want you on the case, I'll give you one more chance but after that I'm pulling you, now I think we have a scene to process I'm going to start on the perimeter." With that Catherine roughly brushed past Sara and headed out the door.
Sara was stunned into silence, who was she to go around accusing her of jeopardizing the case, she was more determined than ever to catch the killer. She let out a large sigh as proceeded back to Grissom's bedroom. As she entered the room she saw that Grissom had managed to crawl back into bed and was now in a fetal position.
"Hey" she said gently as she lightly crouched beside the bed.
Grissom opened his good eye to show he was listening.
"Catherine and I are here to just have a look around, we can go if you'd like" Sara offered as she watched him shift in his blankets
"No, process" Grissom croaked out through the pain
She couldn't believe it there he was seriously in pain and all he could think about was them working the scene, which in this case happened to be his house.
"Ok, but after we've finished I'm going to back to the lab and get your migraine pills and drop them off on my way home, no arguments" Sara demanded as she got up from beside the bed, she looked down at him to see if he was about to argue but realized he'd already gone off to sleep with exhaustion.
"Goodnight Grissom" she almost whispered as she shut the door behind her. Now it was time to process the scene if it was in fact one.
Sara had just finished printing the picture frame when Catherine appeared in the living room.
"Just got a call from Brass, apparently tox screen and trace are back plus we're wanted back at the lab to relay the case to Carvello, did you find anything?" Catherine queried as she placed her kit on the floor.
"No just a couple of prints, apart from the splintered door and the missing knives there's nothing here to link to his father's death" Sara replied as she packed her printing brush into her case "I'm just going to check on Grissom then we'll get out of here".
Sara opened the bedroom door gently as not to disturb Grissom as she poked her head in, he looked restless but then who wouldn't be in his state.
"I'll be back soon" she commented to her sleeping audience as she quietly shut the door.
"Gil it's time for dinner" a woman called from the kitchen
A little curly haired boy no more than seven came running into the kitchen and sat himself at the table "When is daddy coming home, is he going to be here for my birthday next week?" the little boy signed to his mother opposite
A saddened expression crossed his mothers face, "You know he's gone Gil, we've been through this before" his mother signed back
"He's not going to ever come back, It's because of me isn't it?" He said aloud towards his plate of food
She had seen her son go from a happy outgoing little boy two years ago to this a reclusive shy little man, she didn't know what to do. So she did what any mother would and reached across the table and lifted his head to look into her eyes "No, don't you ever think that no matter what he says it has nothing to do with you".
Grissom woke from his slumber with one thought on his mind he had to talk to his mother.