disclaimer: i wish i owned it but i don't and it will always be that way.
a/n: this is my new chapter i hope you enjoy and sorry it took awhile to update this chapter. this may be my longest chapter and the next one will be really short but it will wrap the story.
"Grissom you're back. What took so long?" asked Sara.
"Out trying to find our suspect. We're going in to question her. Do you need anything?" asked Grissom in his calm collective voice.
"Actually. We ran the blood from Taylor Sanders and you'll never guess what the results came back with," said Sara
"Could be a lot of things. Why don't you tell me," said Grissom staying completely calm.
"Poison. It was poison in her blood. It was the slow going type too, but it was lethal. Probably being what she died from," replied Sara
Greg walked up as Sara said this to Grissom.
"Oh God she was poisoned too. You've got to be kidding me. Poisoned. She poisoned her too. This can't be true. Oh god no," Greg let out horror struck.
"Greg calm down,"Said Grissom to Greg holding him by the shoulders and trying to look him in the eye to get through to him, "Calm down Greg. Breath it will be okay."
"No it won't. Do you really have to question her. We know... we know she killed Taylor. We have the letter," Said Greg becoming hysterical.
"We need a confession Greg. Sit down please," said Grissom staying completely calm still.
"Okay," Said Greg as he took a seat, "But poisoned."
"Breath Greg just breath. Sara stay and try calming him down. Greg I'm going to question your mother now, okay," said Grissom.
Greg just nodded his head tears streaming down his face and shaky breaths emanating from his mouth. "It will be fine soon Greg don't worry it will be okay. She will be convicted," said Sara in a reassuring tone.
"How can you be so sure?" asked Greg in a shaky voice.
"She did something very wrong there's no way they'll let her walk away with this," said Sara trying to be reassuring again.
"My mom is the most persuasive person I know. She'll deny it all the way through."
"Greg we have all the evidence we need. We have the letter Taylor wrote."
"That won't be enough. What is Taylor was hallucinating and thought it was my mom, but it really wasn't."
"Don't believe it for one second Greg. Are those the words your cousin would write?" asked Sara.
"Yes, she would write those words. She once tolled me when I got my job that if she ever were to be murdered she would write a letter stating who killed her, so it would be easier for us to find her killer."
"See we have that evidence."
"Mrs. Sanders how did you kill your niece Taylor Sanders?" asked Brass.
"I did not kill her. I was no where near that town house that night no where near it," said Mrs. Sanders in a confused tone.
"Funny most people just say place or house weather they live in a house or not and you were specific and said town house," Grissom stated
"So," said Mrs. Sanders with a tone like she didn't care.
"So, Taylor Sanders only moved in a week ago and according to her neighbors she hadn't had a signal visitor," replied Brass in a monotone voice.
"I talked to her on her cell earlier this week she told me where she had moved to. I told her I would bring a house warming gift, but I did not kill her. There's no way I would do such a thing,"
"We have evidence stating otherwise," said Grissom still in his calm voice.
"There's no way because I didn't kill her," yelled Greg's mother.
"Taylor Sanders wrote this letter stating who killed her and according to that the killer is you, you mind explaining that," said Brass getting frustrated.
"That's impossible I gagged...," said Mrs. Sanders trailing off.
"Yes continue," said Brass.
"Okay I gagged her so when she woke up her house warming gift would be a surprise, but that's all I did nothing else."
"I'm going to need your fingerprints. If you have nothing to hide then you won't mind," said Grissom.
"No fucking way. Leave me alone. Get out of my face," Said Mrs. Sanders slamming her hands down on the table.
"Jim do have print powder and tape on you?" asked Grissom.
"I'll get one of the officers to quickly get them," said Brass and gave a motion with his head to an officer near by.
Mrs. Sanders leaned down under the table and adjusted something and moved it to a pocket in her pants, "What are you doing?" asked Brass.
"I had an itch can't I scratch it," she replied bluntly.
The officer ran by Sara and Greg.
"Officer wait. What's going on?
"Mr. Grissom asked for some tape a print dust. I think it's to lift the prints of the table," said the officer.
"Thanks," said Sara. The officer ran of again, Sara turned and went back and took a seat next to Greg, "Greg they're going to lift prints of the table. Maybe they will match the prints on the knife."
"You know every year on Christmas Eve everyone would come over to my family's house. Taylor would stay and spend the night while the rest of her family went home. Her parents would leave her gifts out with mine and she'd always spend the night, never missed a single one. We didn't play many games, but we had fun all the same. We had a special cousin bond. We got along more like brother and sister. We did a lot of things together. We cared about our other family members, but we got along the best and now I feel like I've lost a part of me now that she's gone, but it's even worse to know my mom killed her," said Greg relatively calm now, but still was a little shaky in the voice.
The officer ran back by and went into the room.
"Thank you," Said Grissom and put on some gloves and took some powder and tape and retrieved Mrs. Sanders prints from the table. "Run this through AFIS and see if they match the prints on the weapon we found in Taylor Sanders and hurry on it."
"Now Mrs. Sanders please corporate with us," said Brass.
"You can't do that.," said Mrs. Sanders implying to Grissom lifting her prints. "All I want to know is who you got the letter from, because they could have written it to make it look like it was me."
"Mrs. Sanders the person who gave us the letter was in tears to find out this happened and with all honesty Mrs. Sanders I would believe that person no matter what," replied Grissom.
"Who gave you that letter?" yelled Mrs. Sanders.
"I'm afraid we don't have to tell you that," replied Brass.
"Yes you do I want to know who turned me in for killing someone I never killed," she yelled back.
"What kind of things would you do when you two were kids?" asked Sara.
"We would do our school work together and we joined the same clubs. As we got older we stayed in touch, but we mostly hung out with are friends," replied Greg new tears falling down his already tear stained face.
"Sounds fun," replied Sara.
"Why would my mom do such a thing? She poisoned her own niece for a reason I don't understand."
"Greg don't think about it right now."
The Officer comes into the room with results.
"Thank you. Well Mrs. Sanders," said Grissom.
"Now we have another piece of evidence that links you to this case. I repeat how did you kill Taylor Sanders?" said Brass growing angrier.
"I didn't do it. Let me go, question someone else in the family if you think it was one of us. Question my son, but it sure as hell wasn't me." she yelled at Brass standing up from the chair she was sitting in.
"Mrs. Sanders sit down now. For one it's impossible for it to be your son," yelled Brass back and Mrs. Sanders losing his cool.
"Oh yeah and how's that?" smirked Mrs. Sanders.
"Greg Sanders was at the Crime lab, working," replied Grissom raising his voice just slightly becoming angrier with this woman.
"If you tell us what you did you may have a lighter sentence," said Brass trying to convince the woman to spill although she would most likely not get a lighter sentence.
"What do you mean lighter?"
"Depending on what you did," replied Grissom.
"Well I didn't do a single thing," there was a moment of silence from Mrs. Sanders. "Alright I did kill my niece. I stabbed her, then poisoned her, and then gagged."
"How did you poison her?" asked Brass
"Through a mandarin orange."
"Why did you gag her if you just poisoned her?" asked Grissom.
"I gave her the poison that is slow so I gagged her so she wouldn't be able to do anything. Like call the police,"
"Mrs. Sanders one more question. Why'd you do it?" asked Brass.
"She and my son Greg got along the best. they were each others favorite relative all year every year. Your favorite relative is suppose to be your aunt and uncle, not your cousin. She and Greg never got into fights not once. It bugged me. Taylor was always fighting with her brother, but once she came over to my house to visit, talk, or hang, she and Greg always agreed on what they would do. Every time at Christmas she would stay the night with us, but the rest of her family her mom, dad, and brother went home. I always wanted her to sleep in my room on the floor, but she and Greg would always sleep on the couches. When her parents died in a car crash when she was fifteen. Her brother was twenty at the time, but was always dealing or using drugs. I decided to let her live with us sense we were her closest family. Hoping she and Greg wouldn't get along as well now that they lived together, but it didn't work they cherished it. They bonded even more then before. I should have been her favorite relative, but I never was and never would be so the only thing to do was to kill her. Now she's with her mom and dad and will no longer be able to hang out with my son," said Mrs. Sanders with much hatred.
"You did this out of a jealous rage because she liked someone else in the family more then you," said Grissom astonished by what this woman had reveled.
"I did it for the families own good," said Mrs. Sanders.
"Phyllis Sanders you are under arrest for the murder of your niece Taylor Sanders..." said brass
as a officer walked over to her and walked her out of the room without putting cuffs on her yet and is taking her down the hall when she sees Greg and starts talking.
"Greg honey I'm innocent they're arresting me for no reason. I didn't do anything bail me when they set the price."
"I can't do that after you killed Taylor. Your niece my cousin."
"But I didn't how can you blame me for something like this. I'm your mother you half to bail me."
"No I don't. You did something wrong and I wouldn't bail you mother or not," said Greg with pain in his voice that his mom was doing this to him.
"But I didn't do it," pleaded Greg's mother.
"They wouldn't be arresting you if you didn't tell them."
"They have a knife with my fingerprints for evidence against me and some stupid letter," there was a moments pause, "You, you were the one who gave them the letter. You're the one who turned me in. How dare you, you little wretch."
Sense there are no cuffs on Mrs. Sanders. The officer was thrown aside by Mrs. Sanders who rushed at Greg and pulled out a knife from her pocket and stabbed him in the lower abdomen area closer to the hip then any vital organs. "I was going to kill you anyway sense your aunt could never do what I did to Taylor," Whispered Phyllis into Greg's ear with hatred.
She let go of the knife. Greg bent over with knife still in his abdomen. The police ran up to her and attempted to get her hands behind her back. She pushed them aside again and grabbed one of the officers guns and points it at Greg. Greg was still slightly bent over still in a state of shock. She pulled the trigger and Greg fell backward onto the floor. Grissom and Sara ran over to Greg as the officers finally get Phyllis into cuffs. Brass reads her rights again. "Mrs. Sanders you are under arrest for the murder of your niece Taylor Sanders and will await further charges depending on what happens to your son Greg Sanders. Oh and by the way if your son dies he'll be with his cousin and doesn't that ruin your end statement or are you going with your bogus relative thing," Phyllis Sanders just scowled at Brass.
Grissom kneels down and lifts Greg's head of the floor and put's it on his knees. "Am I going to die?" asked Greg his voice in almost a whisper.
"Of course not I'm not going to lose you," said Grissom trying to comfort Greg. "Sara where's the ambulance?"
"They're on their way, but there is so much traffic in this direction the cars a struggling to pull aside for the ambulance."
"What's going on. I just finished my case when I herd a gun shot. Oh my god Greg. Grissom what happened?" asked Catherine horror-struck coming up to them.
"We had difficulties with a suspect," replied Grissom.
"What how did it happen?" asked Catherine.
"It's complicated, but we have to find away to get him to the hospital the ambulance is on there way, but he may not make it," said Grissom with concern in his voice.
"Cath you said you'd be right back. What's tak...ing , uh..." Nick slowing down and frogeting what he was going to say once he saw the sight.
"Nick help me carry him to the Yukon. Catherine can you get the doors?" said Grissom.
They went about this as quickly as possible.
"Nick you drive, we will turn on the lights, but not the sirens unless needed if the conditions worsen . There is not much traffic in the way we're heading. Catherine I want your help in the back," said Grissom as they reached the vehicle, "Greg can you hear me?" he asked turning his attention towered Greg.
Greg just nods his head.
"I want you to try and breath calmly okay," said Grissom.
Another nod from Greg. They get in the Yukon and Nick pulls out.
"Who was the suspect Gris? We tried to get Brass for our case, but they said he was on a big case with you," asked Catherine.
"The suspect we took in was Greg's mother," replied Grissom.
"You have got to be kidding me. Why would she try to kill her own son in the middle of a police department?" asked Nick astonished.
"Catherine here are some towels you'll need to apply pressure to the bullet wound. Greg I want you to stay with us, okay," said Grissom calmly his voice to try to comfort him.
There came a little nod and then Greg's head goes to the side.
"Please let there be a pulse," prayed Grissom he put his fingers in the position on Greg's neck and feels a slight beat. "We still have a pulse. Nick,"
Nick flips on the sirens.
a/n: once again i thought about this story before i found out about Sara's secret and was goignto use her to comfort Greg in the first place, but when i saw the episode it gave me even more reason to use her as a comfort. i know it was corny for Phyllis not to have cuffs on, but i've heard that sometimes when a prime suspect is talking to a family member some police think it's safe because there family and i had to have be able to hurt Greg. so sorry if that seems stupid, corny, or strange.