Title: Entreaty

By: Manigault

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Burke Hanson was not what Grissom expected. There was nothing disarming about the man that sat slumped in a chair in the interrogation room, his face a concentration of resignation and guilt. He looked much older than his brother, Scott, and from all outward appearances they had no resemblance to one another. Burke looked like your average Joe, no flash, no charm oozing from his pores.

His lawyer sat beside him at the table, his own expression guarded as Brass and Grissom entered the room. Together, they had convinced Tom to stand behind the mirror and observe as they interrogated the suspect.

Grissom took a seat across from Hanson while Brass stood beside his chair, facing the man.

"Mr. Hanson, would you like to explain to us how you are involved in the murder of Kyle Giles and the disappearance of Andy Giles?" asked Brass, his eyes locked onto the top of the thinning hair of Burke Hanson. He ignored the protest of the lawyer and kept his attention focused on Burke.

"Murder?" Burke exclaimed, his chin snapping up as the first real emotion glittered behind his eyes. "I don't know anything about murder. That's not possible."

Grissom opened a folder that he had placed on the table in front of him. Averting his own eyes from the images, he pushed the photos of Kyle across the table until they were in front of Burke. The man slowly lowered his eyes to the images and flinched. His hand shook as he picked up one of the photographs of Kyle in the desert. His lawyer started reciting legal jargon and Burke held up his hand for him to stop.

"Is this true, Mr. Grissom? You seriously believe that I had anything to do with this?"

Grissom held Burkes eyes as he said softly. "I don't know you, Mr. Hanson. I do know that your Cessna was involved in a flyby attack on myself and a collegue at the same spot where Kyle was found." Grissom glanced over at one of the images of Kyle and then back up to meet Burkes eyes. "How can you explain that?"

"Proof, Mr. Grissom, we need proof of your accusations." The lawyer argued and fell silent again as Burke held up his hand.

"I don't know," said Burke. "When did this attack take place?"

When Grissom gave him the date, he noticed Burkes face growing pale. "I was at the Bellagio for a conferance that day. I wasn't home."

"We can check that out, Mr. Hanson, but tell me this," said Brass as he walked away from the table and then turned back with a turn of his heel. "Who else can fly that bird of yours?"

Burke blanched. "Only my sons Quinn and Conner. They didn't fly the plane though, they are not allowed to fly the plane unless I'm with them." The words trailed off and he shook his head. "They were at the house with my nephew Paul. My wife and our other children are in Washingtion visiting her family."

"Paul was staying at your house?" asked Grissom with a tiny smile. The pieces were tying together, however slight the thread was spun. He knew that the boys were waiting in another room, certainly much more aware of the situation than this man appeared to be.

A cloud passed over Burkes face and he suddenly drew from some reserve that was hidden before now. "My sons are not involved in anything illegal. They are good boys."

"And Paul? Is he a good boy?" asked Brass with a slight smirk.

"Paul is...Paul is too much like my brother Scott," Burke said at last. "I've tried to give him special attention, but, he is a wild boy."

"Is he capable of flying the Cessna?" Grissom asked.

Burke scoffed. "I offered to teach him several times, but the boy has no patience. He wants everything at once and is not capable of expending any energy to work for it."

"Is he capable of murder?" asked Brass.

"No, of course not." Burke insisted. "He's lazy, but not a killer."

"Is Paul involved with drugs?" asked Grissom taking a different route.

"Why would you ask that?"

"It's a simple question, Mr. Hanson." said Brass with a mock smile.

"I wouldn't know what he is involved in anymore," Burke rubbed his chin and leaned back in the chair. "He hasn't been open to me in several years, but I know that he and my boys are close. I could ask them."

"We'll ask them, Mr. Hanson." said Brass. "When we speak to each of them in a few minutes time."

"My sons are here?" Burke pushed back from the table and glared at Brass. "I didn't give you permission to bring them in for questioning."

"That's the funny thing about the law, Mr. Hanson. When we suspect that someone is involved in a murder we have the right to question them." Brass shrugged. "We don't need your permission."

This time when Burke turned to the lawyer for help, the man could only shrug.

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Quinn and Connor were separated and placed in two different interrogation rooms. Paul had not arrived yet, which was fine by Brass as they had time to obtain the brothers side of events before tackling the one that they felt had the most involvement.

Sara joined Brass and Grissom outside of one of the interrogation rooms and answered Grissom's questioning look with a short explanation. "Mattie is sleeping on the sofa in the break room and Greg volunteered to keep an eye on him."

Grissom nodded and proceeded to fill her in on the interrogation with Burke Hanson. "So, we can divide and conquer with these two brothers," Grissom spoke to both of them but his eyes were on Sara as he said. "You pick."

With a fleeting smile, she pointed to one of the rooms. "I'll take door number one."

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The teenager appeared harmless enough to Sara's observant eyes. Walking over to the table she took in the boys frightened expression; wide eyes, pinched mouth. Brown straight hair spilled into the boys face and he continuously brushed it back from his eyes as they followed Sara with trepidation as she approached him.

Sara did not have time to ask the first question when Quinn started spilling his guts. She listened in stunned silence as he confessed to taking his dads plane out for a spin.

"Paul insisted that we scare a couple of people that were harrassing him in Calienta. He knew that they would be at the same place that Andy was when I picked him up a few weeks ago. Connor flew the plane and we shot at their car, but we didn't try to hurt the people."

Sara placed her fists on the table and leaned forward until her nose was inches from Quinn. "I'm one of those people, Quinn. You shot at me and my friend, Gil Grissom, and you are lucky that we survived."

"Wh...What? You are one of...Ahhh man. I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry." the tremble of his lips and his shaking body suggested to Sara that he was being sincere.

"You said that you picked Andy up there recently? Were you there when Kyle was shot and did you help someone bury his body in the desert?" Sara watched the teen wipe the sweat off his brow that had slowly beaded along his forehead.

"Who is Kyle?" His puzzled look caused Sara to shake her head and exchange looks with Brass who had stood by the door as Quinn had started stammering.

Brass did not believe the kid and in his mind he replayed all of the lying murdering kids he had seen parade through his office over the years. "You should be in Hollywood, kid," the response earned a narrow look from Sara, but he ignored it and pushed on. "Kyle is Andy's dad. The man who was driving the SUV that was at the spot where you said you picked Andy up last week? Did you stop and wonder how Andy got out there to the desert or why he would need a ride if the SUV was sitting right there?"

"Paul asked me to pick Andy up because he needed to get away from his dad. He said that he drove the SUV out to desert and was ditching it so that nobody could find him. I took him to meet Paul and Paul's girlfriend, Olivia, and dropped him off. They said that they took him into Vegas and he took a train to New York City."

It was unreal how easily this teenager was talking to them and neither Brass nor Sara could trust what their ears were hearing. With a cynical arch of the brow, Sara scraped a chair back from the table and sat down opposite the teen. Part of her trusted that the kid was being truthful and was clueless of his role in the murder of Kyle, but another part of her, a part that had been witness to children that could commit hideous crimes and lie about them, was weary of his words.

What she had to determine was how much of Quinn's confession was truth and how much was fiction.

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Behind door number two sat Connor Hanson. As nervous and full of confessions as Quinn was, Connor was calm and silent. Bright eyes calculated the men standing in the room and a smirk tipped up the corner of his lips. He knew that his brother was probably crying next door, but then, Quinn knew little if nothing about what he and Paul had done. Quinn was a wimp and it had been necessary to keep him in the dark as much as possible to ensure that his buisness succeeded.

Connor eyed the men. He did not know who one of them was, but the other had to be Gil Grissom. A gray haired man that was the long lost brother of Kyle Giles. He was alarmed when he had first heard from Paul about the connection of a Vegas CSI to the man from Calienta. The man that had gotten in his and Paul's way and threatened their plans. Grissom was smart. Connor could sense the man was intelligent and the thought made him shiver, but he kept his gaze steady. He refused to show fear.

Glancing at the officer who had entered the room with him, Grissom swept his gaze back to the teenager and narrowed his eyes. The boy was trouble and he could see the similarities between him and Paul.

"Talk to me about your dad's Cessna," said Grissom as an opening. "Tell me about what it's like to fly the plane and how often you take it for a spin."

Connor smirked. "I know what you are trying to do, Mr. Grissom, and it won't work."

Remaining calm, Grissom leaned back in his chair and tapped a pen lightly on the table. "What is it you think I'm trying to do, Connor?"

"I'm aware of your trying to pin a crime on me and my cousin Paul. I know that you think I did something to Andy." Connor shrugged. "Andy called my cousin Paul and asked for a ride. Quinn drove out to pick him up and took him to Vegas where he could catch a bus. If he killed his dad then we didn't have anything to do with it."

It was Grissom's turn to smirk. "So, when you picked Andy up he was alone. Nobody was with him?"

Connor pushed his chair back on it's back legs and grinned. "I didn't see anyone else," His grin widened. "Except Olivia, Paul's girlfriend. She was with him and they both looked nervous and guilty."

Grissom kept his expression blank, something that was harder to do than he would have thought possible. The kid was sure of himself and he was sure that Connor and Paul were setting Olivia up with the girls consent. Anger simmered beneath the surface as he took in this kids smug expression and cold eyes. How could a boy with such an unassuming normal looking dad have such a calculating son? How could a teenager who appeared to have so much going for them, turn so rotten? These were questions that he had often pondered and as he always did he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and concentrated on the evidence.

"You took your dad's Cessna out recently and tried to scare myself and a friend of mine," said Grissom as he somehow managed to keep his voice level. "You shot a few holes in my car and," Grissom let his voice drip with steel. "I do know that that is a crime that can be prosecuted."

"Prove it," Connor replied without betraying his inner doubt. They had gotten rid of the evidence. All of it.

"We will prove it, Connor, that's what we do," Grissom allowed a tight smile to flit over his mouth. "Think about it."

With that, Grissom left the room and released his frustration out on a long sigh.

"Hold that emotion, Gris, we have some new information." said Sara.

TBC