a/n This chappie explains everything (I think)
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"Morphine's fading." Charlie stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It was. For the past hour, Greg had done nothing but grunt in agony. Moving closer, he fumbled for something in his pocket and came up with a pill.
"Take this. It's a pain reliever."
The CSI raised an eyebrow in response.
"Don't be stupid, I'm not a murderer." He paused. "Okay, maybe I am. But I have no intention of killing you." Another pause. "And I'm not lying. I don't ever lie."
A chuckle was heard from Greg. There was slight hesitation in his eyes, but he took the pill nonetheless. After all, he had nothing to be doubtful about. He knew nothing about the man except for the possibility that he had a grudge against Sara and the fact that he always told the truth. Always.
The effects of the drug began to take hold almost immediately and a smile of sweet satisfaction appeared on Greg's face. Whatever he'd been given- was way better than morphine.
"What? No thank you?" Charlie asked, noticing that the CSI looked a little relieved.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here."
With a sigh, the man smiled apologetically, deciding that the CSI was right. "Sorry about that. It was never my intention to harm you. That's why I'm here- to apologize."
"You never did tell me what Sara has done to deserve- everything." Greg stated, changing the subject.
"It's not what she did. It's what she didn't do."
"Humor me." Greg whispered as he watched the killer pace about the room. He raised his brow when he saw Charlie place exactly 10 pictures- all of them men- unto the side table. From the way the pictures were taken it seemed that the men had no knowledge of the camera shots that were taken.
'Stalker.' Greg decided, realizing that the man must have been stalking Sara weeks, probably months before. Frowning at the fact that he could not recognize any of them, he eyed Charlie urging him to explain.
"These are the people I killed." Charlie explained, triumph in his voice.
"What does this have to do with Sara?"
He huffed as he pointed to the pictures one by one. "Tell me Greg, do you see any women in these pictures?"
"No."
"It was never my intention to hurt anyone of the opposite sex. I was raised a gentleman."
A snort was heard from Greg's side. "Gentleman? You call yourself a gentleman?"
Anger flashed in the man's eyes. "My mother raised me well."
"Really?" Greg paused. "Then why are you doing this to Sara?"
"Before she had left for San Francisco, she was working on a case. The murder of a doctor's wife. She was found on top of an elevator- very much like my style of murder and the press immediately had a field day with it."
"So did you do it?"
"I have never in all my years of living have killed a woman intentionally. As I said, I was raised a gentleman."
Greg blinked. "Intentionally?"
He stopped for a moment, looking as if he were gathering himself. Ignoring the remark, Charlie continued. "When that case opened, I had already killed the nine men whom I'd dreamt of killing for years. All of them were leeches, just like my father, sucking on all of their wives' riches. A terrible insult to human kind."
"You thought they deserved to die."
"I know they did. My mother suffered because of men like my father. I've never killed for my own pleasure. I've always done this for women. Women like my mother."
"What does this have to do with Sara?" Greg interrupted, realizing that the one-sided conversation seemed to be getting further and further from the answers that he was looking for. He saw a hint of annoyance in Charlie's eyes, and shifted positions.
"Haven't you been listening? As I was saying, I had already killed the nine men."
Greg nodded. "Meaning you never killed the man's wife?"
"No. I didn't even know about her until I read the newspapers." He shook his head. "At first, I barely listened to it- knowing that Sara Sidle was on the case. The wrong accusations immediately died down. But then Gil Grissom hired her." He paused. "Interrupted her from finishing the case and she had to be replaced by an amateur. Things turned crazy from there- and the next thing I knew, newspapers were saying that I had graduated from killing men and was now taking satisfaction in killing women!"
Waving his hands in the air, anger glared in his eyes. "Can you believe that?"
"Is that why you tried to kill Grissom? Because he sent for Sara?"
Shrugging, a smirk appeared on his face. "Yes but, my plan backfired. It must be fate that he should live. Grissom had deserved what he was suppose to have gotten because if it weren't for him, Sara would have never left and I would have never been accused of murder."
"And if Sara didn't leave, the amateur CSI wouldn't have gotten it all wrong?" Greg continued, his question more of a statement. He watched Charlie nod and continued. "But what about the new CSI? Isn't he to be blame?"
"I have ten pictures Greg. Not nine." A grin spread across Charlie's face. "Who do you think is the man in the tenth?"
