Hey thanks for the reveiws guys. Here's the next part

Again any medical mistakes I make I apologise in advance for.

I don't own CSI.

They decided to have him cremated. It had been two days since he had died and the plan was to fly back to SanFransisco to organise his funeral. Sara had been watching Claire these past two days. She looked lost. Stuck somewhere between the shock and the greif of a mother who lost a child so suddenly and the painful, relief of one who spent years caring for and loving a terminally ill child, knowing he was not suffering anymore. Sometimes she would hold one of his toys and cry, others she would wander around Sara's apartment not knowing what to do with herself.

They were catching a flight to SanFransisco tonight and were packing. Sara hadn't known what to do with Joey's stuff. She had sat with Claire surrounded by it for hours neither of them saying much. In the end they decided to take it with them and figure it out when they got there. Later, Sara was in the bathroom sorting through pill bottles. Most were hers, she thought for a moment about how many pills she had taken in her life, in the last twenty years, how many Joey had taken. She grabbed the three bottles that were his and was deciding wether to throw them out or pack them when someone knocked on the door. She walked over and looked through the peephole.

"Brass?" She said as she opened the door.

"Sara? I ah I'm looking for a Dr. Claire Matthews. We interveiwed her several days ago, she gave this as her address."

"Yeah shes here. Is this important?" Sara didn't want to bother Claire with this. Not today.

"I'm afraid it is. We found her fingerprints on the murder weapon at a crime scene. We've got a warrent for her arrest." Sara was floored.

"What...uh are you sure?" Brass looked at her. Dr Matthews had told them that she was staying in Vegas with her ex. Sara was her ex? Was Sara gay? He hadn't spotted that. "Look Brass there's a problem with your timeline Greg knows about it. She was with me." Brass didn't have the heart to tell her that he hadn't been able to confirm Claire's alibi.

"I'm sorry Sara I'm gonna have toask you to step aside." He didn't want to look at her, but he did, she was confused she moved to the side a little bit andBrass had to step around her to enter the apartment. Claire had heard the commotion and was on her way out to see what was going on. She was surprised when she saw the detective again.

"Detective Brass?"

"Claire Matthews," He walked towards her as he spoke, "I'm placing you under arrest for the murder. You have the right to remain silent." Brass continued to read Claire her rights as Sara realised that Greg was here to search her apartment, in tow was Grissom and Nick. Greg spoke softly to her.

"We have a warrent to search you apartment Sara." She was still in shock, she stepped aside and let the three of them in. Grissom stopped beside Sara and spoke to her.

"I'm sorry about this Sara." She looked at him. He could see her shock dissapating and her anger breaking through. She didn't say anything and walked away.

"Greg, take the living room, Nick, kitchen and bathroom. I'll take the bedrooms."

Greg did a walk through of the room noting the arrangements of furniture, the bright colours, stacks and stacks of books. The place was a mess. He had expected Sara to be a lot cleaner then this. He walked over to her desk, ran his glove over the surface and began rubbing his fingers together to remove the dust. Hediscovered however that there was no dust on his fingers. He took another look around and changed his original assesment. It was very clean but Sara didn't seem to believe in the old saying that there is a place for everything and everything has its place. He saw two plane tickets on her table. He picked them up and examined them. Same thick paper, same airline. He bagged them.
Nick started in the kitchen. It wasn't really seperated from the living room by any walls just different paint, furniture and appliances. He went through her drawers and came up empty. On the bench however was a set of knives that matched the murder weapon. A chill went through his body. One was missing, this changed things. The time frame for the murder was verytight. There wouldn't have been time for Claire to come here and get the knife. That ment that Sara had to havegiven it to her. He bagged the set of knives and continued on to the bathroom.

Her bathroom was very clean. He did a quick once over of the room and foundnothing abnormal or out of place. He stopped for a moment and stared at his image in the mirror. He couldn't believe that Sara had been involved in this. That she would be friends with someone who was capable of such a horrific act. But all the evidence was pointing towardsthem.

"Damit Sara! Why would you..." His voice was an angry whisper. He ripped his gloves off and threw them in her empty waste basket. Then he took a moment to calm himself down. Nick got back to work, puttingfresh gloves on before he opened the drawers under her sink. He rummaged through them, finding nothing. He closed the drawer, knocking her toothbrush off in the process. He picked it up, fiddeling with it absent mindedly, while he went through her medicine cabnet. It was full of pill bottles and boxes.

"Man! Thats alot of pills." He picked up one of the bottles and read the lable. "Retrovir?" He though for a moment. What was that for? It was on the tip of his tongue. AIDS. "Shit!" He dropped the bottle back on to the shelf and her toothbrush into he sink. His heart was pounding. He took his gloves off for a second time. With both hands shaking, he inspected them for any cuts. His right hand was fine, but that one hadn't held the tooth brush. On the left was a small paper cut on the tip of his index finger, it was almost healed. He knew there was no risk, but just to be sure he picked up the left glove and checked the correponding finger, nothing, no holes.

Grissom started in Sara's spare room. There were clothes everywhere, did something happen in here? No. Someone was packing. There was a pile of clothes already folded and sitting in a suitcase. Childrens clothing. Claire's son. Sara had told him that he was very sick. Where was he? He looked around the room. The only things that seemed out of place were the clothes everywhere, the suitcase and a pile of papers on he bed. Grissom put on a pair of gloves and picked up the large yellow envelope from the top of the pile. Underneath it was a hand written list. He didn't recognise the handwritting. It could be Claires, he thought. It was a to do list, the tasks all related to organising a funeral. The little boy had died.