A/N There is some violence in this chapter but it's not really that graphic so if you don't like violence then please leave this chapter out of your reading as I wouldn't want to offend you. For the rest of you this is completely fictional account of what could of happened.

"So you're saying we have nothing?" Carvallo placed a hand to his forehead in frustration

"Well, all the evidence is circumstantial, it doesn't really give us many leads." Catherine replied feeling that he was about to case away from she added " But as of yet we haven't got any contact details off Grissom so once we will get a better picture of our victim".

"I can see this case could get out of hand, if the press get hold of the fact that Grissom is someway involved in his fathers death they'll have a field day and the reputation of the lab will be put in jeopardy, which is why I've decided I want Ecklie to come in on the case"

Sara and Catherine looked at each other in concern.

"Don't worry he'll work in conjunction with you but, he will deal with any press involved, I think we're done here" and with that he motioned for them to leave

Out of earshot Catherine aired her concerns on Ecklie's involvement. "This is going to turn into a witch hunt, you know if he can get rid of Grissom he'll be happy, we need to talk to Grissom again"

"You're right I'll head over with Brass to his place, he probably needs his migraine medicine anyway." Sara commented before turning to leave

"Give me a call when you're ready to do the interview, I'm going to go check out more on the sedative used". Catherine called to the disappearing form of Sara

Grissom lay on the bonnet of the car looking up at the sky, he was deep in thought about all the things he'd done in his life, he started thinking about how his father or the lack of his father had shaped his life. Looking up at the stars he thought about the last time he'd seen his father as a boy , he'd been gone for about a year or so then one day he just turned up.

"Hey son, your mother home?" his father asked as he barged past him towards the kitchen. Grissom was so excited and followed him first stopping at his room to pick up the ant farm he had made so he could show his father it had won first prize at a junior science fair. When he'd reached the kitchen he stood in the door way in awe at his parents who were arguing over something although he couldn't gather quite what, he wanted them to be happy so he walked up to his parents with a smile on his face holding out his ant farm towards his father.

"Look, dad I made an ant farm and it won first prize" Grissom called to his father

"What?" his father asked stopping in the middle of his argument looking down at his son

" Why would I care? Is this what you've done to our son you've turned him into a nerd" this last comment directed towards Grissom's mother

"Don't talk to him like that, you should be proud of him, Gil why don't you put you're ant farm away while I talk with your father" his mother requested

"No, why don't you like it dad, my teacher said it was really good" Grissom asked almost crying

"Boys don't cry Gil" with that his father picked up his ant farm out of his hands took one look at it then tossed it onto the kitchen table where it skidded off and smashed on the floor

Grissom looked in disbelief at his father then ran over to the remains in hope to save some of his ants, meanwhile his parents resumed their argument.

"I want you to leave" Grissoms mother asked in the most polite voice she could muster

"This is still my house, I can stay and go when I please, or do you have someone coming over and you want me out of the house, is that it? Cheating on me even in you condition, you were always a flirt" his father had turned away from his mother before his last comment meaning she couldn't read his lips, but Grissom had heard it and looked up from his pile of ant farm

Grissom's mother reached for his elbow to get him to turn back to her as she said "It's not a disability, when are you ever going to see that, I guess you never will, that's why you left"

He turned at this with his eyes full of rage "You, bitch" he yelled. From that point everything happened so fast. Somehow Grissom's mother ended up on the floor at which point Grissom ended up charging his father and grabbing his hand before he could hit her again, in the struggle that occurred Grissom had ended up biting his dad's hand, which had resulted in him getting hit across the face for his trouble where upon Grissom had fallen backwards with his head turned from the force, unfortunately his head had landed on the corner of the chair effectively knocking him out.

His mother cried out in anguish and raced to her now bleeding unconscious son on the floor. "How dare you, I never want to see you again" she cried as she held Grissom's still form.

"Fine by me, who would want you anyway" and with that he left

Grissom had woken to his mother bending over him crying and tending to a cut on his left eyebrow which was still bleeding. Unfortunatly he'd been left with a small scar which he felt now as he thought back to how he got it. He'd been so hurt by his fathers rejection he never wanted to feel that sort of pain ever again so from that day he started to shut himself off from everyone, never letting anyone close. He wished in some way he could let people get close to him, he'd hurt so many people by turning them away. Like Sara he hadn't meant to turn her down that day when she asked him to dinner, hell he'd even hurt her today when he told her off at the crime scene. He decided he had to apologize as he realized the fact that though he had never hit anyone he had treated her just as bad as his father by ignoring her.

He slowly got out his cell phone and pressed speed dial. Oh crap what was he going to say 'Hey I'm out in the desert I just wanted to apologize' no no that wouldn't do but before he could think her cell phone answer phone kicked in " Uh hi, It's Grissom, I just thought I'd let you know I have a possible lead for you" geez he hadn't meant to sound like he was calling just to tell her information about the case " Um, I guess I really called to say that I'm sorry for the way I treated you at the crime scene today, in fact I'm sorry how I've treated you lately. Call me when you get a chance I think we need to talk". With that Grissom hung up and sighed. He pulled out a photo he kept in his wallet it was one of the whole team he looked down at it and did something that they would least expect he started to cry.