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A/N: Some more Butch & Sundance action, this time from a distance.

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Chapter 37

"Look asshole, I don't care what you think you've got on me, I didn't do anything!" The suspect was becoming extremely agitated under the barrage of questions coming at him from Jim Brass. Grissom was in the Interrogation Room, but he was merely sitting in the back with his arms folded over his chest, and a smug look of condescension on his face. Catherine hated to admit it, but there was no one in all of LVPD better than Jim and Gil at turning a case in the Interrogation Room. In all other avenues of human interaction, Gil Grissom was a veritable kindergartner, but in that room he was golden. She wondered if he had learned that skill from his years working with Stephanie's father in San Francisco. She just had trouble picturing Gil as a pimply faced, graduate student rookie, working with the hardened, experienced and straight laced inspector she heard so much about. She had long suspected that the man was a creation in Gil's mind, but after meeting Stephanie and her mother, and hearing the same stories told from their perspectives, she decided the man was the thing of legends and the person upon which the stereotype was derived.

Catherine returned her attention to the scene unfolding on the other side of the two-way glass. She could sense that Gil was about to pounce when she heard a knock on the door. Gil stood up and went to the door, while Brass continued to question their suspect, Miles Waggoner. "Look, kid… I don't know who you think you're helpin' but it ain't you. We're gonna find out who else was in that room, with or without your help, and I think it would be in your best i-."

"I'm not tellin' you again, there was nobody else in that room. And when I left, Shondra was sleepin'. Not dead, just sleepin'. Got it, asshole?" The man was obviously lying, and if Catherine had been in that room she would have told him as much, but she also knew that was exactly why she was not in that room.

She noticed Gil had just finished talking to whoever came to the door and was returning to his chair with a new folder in his hands. He was busying himself by flipping through the pages and drawing the suspect's attention to himself as he did it. She could sense the growing apprehension in the suspect, as his eyes darted back and forth, from Brass to Gil. The tension was starting to get to her as well, and when the door to the Observation Room opened up, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Sara came walking into the room with an identical folder in her hands and was examining the contents when she almost bumped into Catherine, "Hey, watch it," she whispered to Sara.

Sara's gaze moved up, "Sorry, I thought you were farther away." However, Sara never took her gaze from the pages of that folder.

"Okay, I can't stand it anymore… What's in the damn folder?" Catherine's impatience got the better of her.

"Oh nothing." Sara closed up the folder, and the look on her face was that of pure satisfaction, "Just the whole damn case."

That was too much for Catherine and she ripped the folder out of Sara's grasp, before she started going through the pages. She found the toxicology report first, "Wait, Phenobarbital? Who takes that?" Her fingers traced further down the list, "And Xtasy? What, were they crazy? You can't take those together. It would send you straight into-." That was when it dawned on her, and she gritted her teeth in order to keep her voice down as she spoke through her clenched jaw, "She was a goddamn epileptic?"

Sara smiled that mysterious smile of hers and spoke, "Steph was running on a hunch and managed to track down her primary physician. Ever since a head injury last year, she's had seizures. Doctors just got them under control last month, with the phenabarb. The girl had gone back to her life as it was before the accident. Check the last page."

Catherine quickly skipped through to the last page, which was an arrest report for two years prior, and it showed that the young woman had been picked up for buying Xtasy, but that her connections got her off, and the only thing letting them know what had happened was the log book of the arresting officer. "I'll be-." Before she could finish that thought, Sara held up a hand, signaling Catherine to be quiet. When she looked up, she saw that Grissom had gotten up from his seat and was walking around the room flipping through the folder.

Sara said, "I love it when he gets going like that. You can just smell the confession, can't you?" Catherine remarked to herself that Sara looked extremely pleased in that moment; almost proud. Grissom was doing what Grissom did best, and no one appreciated that more than Sara.

The suspect was following Grissom with his eyes as he listened to Brass drone on, but he did not hear a word. He was obviously worried about what Grissom had in that folder he was flipping through as he walked around the room. Grissom finally broke his silence, "So, did you know Shondra before the accident?"

"I already told you guys, she was just some broad I picked up in the casino. Nothing more." The suspect was wringing his hands as he spoke, and Catherine instantly knew that he was lying.

"Hmmm." Grissom pursed his lips when he made the noise and the suspect was still following his every movement. "Are you sure it wasn't the other way around, Mr. Waggoner?"

"What? What are you talking about?" The man was getting more nervous by the moment.

"Oh nothing… So, let me ask you about the suite; is it common place for your employer to al-."

"I've had it!" The man's cool had completely dissolved, "Are you gonna tell me what's in that fuckin' folder, or keep asking me the same goddamn questions all night? I been cooperative, and I still ain't called my freakin' lawyer to show you I'm bein' a right guy. So quit the games, huh?" The man was quite animated, but Grissom was still completely cool and detached.

"In good time, I just have a few more questions before we get to the new evidence." That answer was just a little to cryptic, even for Grissom, and Catherine immediately went back to the folder. When she looked over at Sara, she had that smile on her face again. Dammit, I hate being behind the curve. She quickly searched through the pages when she found a photo which looked like it had come from a video camera. She stared at the page for a few moments, instantly recognizing the victim and the suspect, locked in a passionate display, but there was another woman in the picture who seemed to be enjoying the view from the other side of the booth they were sitting in down in one of the bars at the Palms. She stared at the other young woman in the picture for a long time, because the face was vaguely familiar, so Catherine was trying to put a name to the face.

Sara kept looking in the Interrogation Room and not even glancing away from the scene in there, but Catherine was determined to bring that name to the surface. "Try to remember the retirement/promotion party where Gris was supposed to give that speech for Ecklie." As Sara spoke the words, Catherine replayed that horrible night over in her head and that was when the image finally had a name.

"O'Reilly is gonna lose it!" Catherine could not believe that O'Reilly's daughter was involved in something like this, but at the same time she knew very little about the girl. Although, she supposed she should revise that "girl" statement judging from the picture.

"That's why I already sent Sofia and Vartann over to his house to break it to him and let him bring her in."

Catherine could not believe Sara had done that, on her own, without consulting anyone. Catherine was really beginning to like this new Sara. "You think that was wise?"

"The old guy deserves that much. I mean, it's not like his daughter knew what would happen if her friend took that stuff. Just some stupid kids out for kicks." Sara's eyes never left the glass, and Catherine looked inside to see what had transpired while she was wrapped up in the case file. She found the suspect with his head on the table, the picture of the three of them sitting face up on the table and Brass was shaking his head. Grissom had obviously broken the man, and when she glanced at her watch, in record time.

Catherine had regained her calm and decided to use it for some fun. "Kids? You better watch it; you're starting to sound like me." Neither woman took their eyes off the glass.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" Sara did not move an inch.

"It would have scared the hell out of me if the tables had been reversed." Catherine was determined not to be the first person to look away.

Sara was relishing in the fact that the case was about to be closed, and as she watched Grissom and Brass working the suspect to squeeze every last piece of information out of the man, she simply could not help herself, "Damn, that man's good."

It was not until Catherine spoke that Sara understood she had spoken those words out loud, "You have no idea." And Sara was the first to look away from the glass. Catherine smiled, enjoying her little victory over the younger woman.