Gil sat up in his seat. They had found him? The man who had taken the Heather he had known away?
"Who is he?" He demanded. He was going to take care of the bastard himself.
"B-Brass told me not to tell you! But he said you can ride along," Greg stammered. The poor lab tech was already frightened of his boss most of the time; It didn't help his nerves that Gil now had an evil look in his eyes.
"Tell me the name," Gil said once again; This time, his voice was clear and deep. He looked on the verge of severely injuring Greg but thankfully for the younger CSI, Captain Brass appeared in the doorway.
"Are you coming with us?" Brass inquired; He glanced at Greg, then at Gil and saw the obvious tension that seemed to be oozing from Greg.
"Yes."
"Don't think for one minute that you are going to interfere with this interrogation at all. Do you understand?" Brass pointed his right index finger warningly at Gil.
With that said, the three men walked from the room in silence. Gil wanted so badly to injure the man that had attacked Heather. But if he wanted to keep his job, he would have to control himself.
The Residence of Mr. Andy Marcus
Detective Jim Brass knocked steadily three times on the faded door to Andy Marcus' house. It was a one story home, painted white with green trim around the windows. A single hedge occupied the empty space below the large picture window that showed into the living room.
It seemed like a typical home to him; But then again, some of the scariest weirdoes he had captured had lived in homes like this one.
The front door opened, capturing Brass' attention back.
"Yeah?" The tall, muscled man asked in a deep voice.
"Andy Marcus?"
"Yeah."
"We need to come in."
After eyeing each of the men on his doorstep, the man inside the house opened the door; Brass stepped in first, followed by Greg and then Gil.
Gil caught Andy's eye as he walked by; He had to resist the urge to tackle in him right then.
"What do you need?" Andy asked.
"Your DNA… and an alibi," Brass replied, glancing at Gil; He could see a vein in his colleague's neck beginning to protrude. Maybe this hadn't been the best idea.
"Why do you need an alibi?" The man before him inquired.
Brass noticed he didn't seem at all worried that his DNA was needed.
"A woman was attacked three months ago; Your DNA was found inside of her and we want to be one-hundred percent sure it was you before we haul you off to jail," Brass retorted.
Andy appeared visibly shaken and trying to find an alibi; Two minutes passed and Brass had had enough.
"Okay. You're coming down to the station with us."
Even though Andy was taller and obviously more fit than Brass, the older of the men was able to lead him out of the house and to the car. Greg and Gil stayed behind for a moment.
"You know, that was really brave of you," Greg suddenly squeaked, looking over at Gil.
"What was?"
"You standing here in the same room with the man who attacked Lady Heather; It was obvious you wanted to hit him, but you didn't. That was very admirable of you," Greg proudly announced.
He walked to the door, then looked back at Gil expectantly; With a nod, Gil followed the younger man out the door.
Las Vegas Crime Lab; Interrogation Room Number 3
"Again, where were you that night?" Brass asked Andy Marcus.
This was the third time he had repeated the question; Each time before Andy had avoided the question and Brass was beginning to get pissed off.
Andy slammed his fists down on the table, his face growing red with anger; Brass didn't flinch.
"I told you I don't remember! It was three months ago!" The suspect shouted.
Greg, who was leaning against the wall in the corner, blinked his eyes twice to substitute for his flinching. Every so often a suspect did scare him, but he had gotten to the point where it didn't show, as much, anymore.
"You need to calm down. Now, about that DNA sample…" Brass sighed. "Are you gonna take the easy road or the hard road?"
Andy shifted his eyes from Greg to Brass, then rolled up his shirt sleeve; Brass signaled for Greg to take the sample.
After that had been done, Greg and Brass left the room; An officer stood outside the door, just to make sure the suspect didn't try anything. Brass doubted that Andy would have, officer or not.
"Hey! Guys," A lab tech, whom Greg hadn't been introduced to yet, approached them. "Brass and Sanders?"
"Yeah. What've you got for us?" Jim stopped walking to hear what the newest lab rat had to say.
"Andy Marcus? Definitely your guy."
The woman who had just confirmed this was Heather's rapist walked away from the two men. Jim was the first to speak.
"You, go and tell the officer to arrest Marcus," He instructed Greg.
The younger man nodded for a moment, then looked confused.
"Where are you going?"
Brass sighed once before answering, "To tell Grissom."