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AN: okay I hope I managed to write this in a good way... I actually wanted to write this as the trial but I think that way it was better, the trial would have been about 5,000 words, I didn't want to punish anyone with that lol.

chapter 10

It was the morning of the trial when Grissom was brought to the department. Sitting in the interrogation room, wondering what he was doing there again, he waited for his lawyer and Manson to appear. His lawyer entered after a while. "Hello Dr.Grissom." He said and sat down in front of him.

"Where's Manson?" Grissom asked a little confused.

"He should be here in a bit. He's talking to the attorney."

And then his lawyer told him the 'good' news.

Manson had believed Grissom's story and had not closed the case, he had continued investigating and he and his team came to the conclusion that the scene must have been staged. Thanks to Sara's testimony, that she had changed her last name into Grissom after their wedding and that she had of course also changed the dates in her driver's license almost three years ago, they were able to prove that the driver's license that had been found at the scene was a fake. The issue date on the found driver's license was March, 19th 2008.

In addition to this the fingerprints that had been found at the scene had only been prints from his right thumb. Clear prints, not one of them had been blurred, not one of them had only been a partial. His lawyer said that this scene would scream that it had been staged. And then Catherine had remembered a case that they had worked on about nine years ago. A case in which the suspect had produced rubber-hands which had the fingerprint pattern of their producer's fingers. And there had also been one with Grissom's fingerprint pattern.

The problem was that Paul Milander was dead. And that was what Grissom told his lawyer, but he only smiled. "Well, that's right. He is dead. He had two identities, Paul Milander and Douglas Mason. Douglas Mason had a son."

"His name is… Craig. If I remember that right."

"Exactly. He just turned eighteen. And with turning eighteen he received the bigger part of his heritage." He flicked through a couple of pages in a file. "Here. This is Craig Mason's confession."

Grissom threw an unbelieving look at his lawyer. "What?" He just couldn't believe what he just heard. "How…how…"

"Miss Willows' statement about the rubber hands made Manson think about a possible motive for someone to stage the scene. Someone with a motive who had the possibility to get the rubber-hand with your fingerprint pattern. Manson searched for Craig Mason and…found him. As soon as the cops had brought him to the department for an interrogation he confessed everything. I guess he did not have the guts to compete with Manson."

Grissom couldn't believe what he had just been told. "May…may I read the confession?"

His lawyer nodded and handed the papers over to Grissom.

June, 16th 2009; Las Vegas, Clark County, Nevada, USA

My name is Craig Mason, born March, 27th 1991.

On January 10th 2008 I got to know about my father's real identity. I also got to know that a man called Dr. Gil Grissom had been the one who had investigated a case in which my father had been the suspect. A case which's investigation leaded to my father's suicide. I blame Dr. Gil Grissom for my father's death.

During a job shadowing program which had been organized by my school from February 2008 to March 2008 I spent time at the Las Vegas Police Department where I tried to find out some things about Dr. Grissom.

I found out several things, among others I found out that there had been rumors about him having a relationship with a former CSI called Sara Sidle when she had still been a member of his team. I found out that she had left the department in the summer of 2007 after an accident she had while she had investigated a crime scene.

When I tried to find out her address I got to know that her address in the year 2007 was also Dr. Grissom's address. With the help of a friend, who I am not going to name because I do not want to burden someone else with this confession, I found out that there was no address for Sara Sidle since she had left Las Vegas. I hoped that Dr. Grissom was not in contact with her since then.

I was able to acquire a passport photo of Miss Sidle and together with aforesaid friend I purchased a faked driver's license, naming Sara Sidle as its owner.

When I turned eighteen and was able to take most of my heritage, I got hold of several of my father's works, among those was a rubber-hand with the fingerprint pattern of Dr. Gil Grissom. I did not know that it was Dr. Grissom's fingerprint pattern until I read a note, written by my father, a couple of days later.

With this rubber-hand and the faked driver's license I was able to realize my plan. I wanted to stage a murder scene which would make Dr. Grissom think that his former girlfriend had been killed and I wanted the police to think that it had been Dr. Grissom who killed her.

On March 29th I met a prostitute who called herself 'Candy Moore'. I told her to book a motel room under the name 'Sara Sidle'. The next day I met her there. I killed her, staged the scene with the faked driver's license, the rubber-hand and then I made sure that her body could not be identified by her face, her finger or toe prints…

Grissom looked up from the papers. He hadn't noticed that Manson had entered the room. The detective nodded and then sat down next to Grissom's lawyer. "I just talked to the attorney Dr. Grissom. You are free to go." On the one hand Grissom was happy and relieved because now he was free, but on the other hand he felt somehow sad because this young boy had destroyed his whole life by committing this murder. He'd spend the rest of his life in prison.

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Grissom took seat in the visitors room. He watched how the turnkey guided in Craig Mason, when the young boy sat down in front of him he signalized him to take the phone receiver. Craig shot an angry look at him but then he slowly grabbed the phone receiver. "What do you want from me?"

"You know who I am?"

"I remember you. You came to our house short before my father killed himself."

"I am sorry for what happened to your father."

"I can't buy me anything with that."

"No you can't. But you wont get out of here anymore. You killed an innocent woman just to pay revenge on me."

Craig stared down on the desk. "I wanted to hurt you."

"You managed to do that." Grissom left his seat. "You'll spend the rest of your life in prison though. I doubt that this is going to satisfy you as much as you thought it would." With that said Grissom left.

He had actually been going there to talk with Craig about his reasons, but suddenly he had felt that Craig was not the one that he should talk to.

TBC

I don't know if this was really good. If you liked it or did not like it, please tell me, I'm trying to get better.