Wow! been a while.

Told you I wasn't quiting ;)

Heres some more. It's a little bit short I know but I'm gonna try and been more frquent with my updates. No promises though.

Greg was tired. He was frustrated. He wanted this case to be over. He went over it in is head.

Victims. Three dead bodies. All male. According to the autopsy report one had drugs in his system. Crystal Meth. All three had track marks. All three were stabbed to death.

Scene. Murder weapon. Knife found at the scene. No fingerprints. Paper torn from a plane ticket only thing not covered in the victims blood. Only passenger on the flight not able to account for the ticket was Claire Matthews.

Suspect. Claire Matthews. Resides in SanFransisco, formerly with her son. Now deceased. Currently staying with Sara. Set of knives consistent with the murder weapon found at Sara's apartment, one knife missing and still unaccounted for. Claims to have been picked up from the airport and taken straight to a cafe by Sara. Unable to substatiate the alabi since the owner passed away from a heart attack.

That was all they had. No more forensics. There was too much blood to determine much from it. Except vauge positions of the men when they had been killed. That was all they had and it struck him for the first time that the evidence didn't only point to Claire Matthews. It pointed to Sara.

It was her knife.

By her own admission she had picked up Claire from the airport, giving her acsess to her ticket.

And according to Brass. She had been a drug addict. Crystal.

He was a CSI. It was his job to follow the evidence. He had wanted it for so long. Only now it was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Hey Brass!" Greg called, as he tried to catch up with him in the hall. Brass heard his name and turned around, slowly looking up from the report he was reading.

"Greg. Got anything new for me?" He looked at the young man. He looked nervous.

"No, but I've been thinking, and...I think we have a problem."

"What's that?" He lowered the report to his side and waited for Greg to continue.

"I don't think the evidence points to Dr. Matthews. It points to Sara." He had known this. It was the reason he was re-reading Claire interveiw. He let Greg continue. "It was her knife, she admits to picking up Claire from the airport giving her acsess to the airline ticket, all three victims were Crystal addicts."

"So was Sara." Brass filled in the rest.

"Are you sure about that?" He still could not quite believe it.

"Yeah, Claire told me." He gesture with the copy of her interveiw.

"Were they lovers?" Greg had already figured out the answer to this but he asked anyway.

"Yes." Brass held his eye contact with Greg.

"What?" Greg prompted

"Joey." Was all he said

"Claire's son?"

"Their son, they were supposed to raise him together. Broke up cause of Sara's habbit." He opened the door to his office and motioned for Greg to go inside, he followed and closed the door behind them. "He got HIV from her." He watched as Greg eyes widened with surprise. He had heard the rumours about Sara being positive, but had though she would have been more careful then that."A couple of addicts broke in, they were looking for a friend of hers, a guy named Mike. Saw the kid thought he was Mikes, took Sara's blood and injected him with it after they knocked her out. Though it would be a good way to get back at him."

"Addicts." Greg confirmed.

"Yeah."

"Get back at him for what?"

"Claire didn't know. She thought Sara might though."

"You think our case was revenge?"

"I hope not. But if it was it gives us another suspect."

"Mike" Greg said. "Should we interveiw Sara?"

"I think you shouldtalk to her. If we drag her in for an interveiw, we'll just piss her off. Keep it informal. Find out who Mike is. Find out about those guys." Greg nodded.

"Ok."

Sara sat facing Claire, in her living room.

"I'm gonna talk to Brass see if I can get him to let you go home. Organise the funeral." Claire nodded. She was in a sort of daze. Not wanting to think about her sons funeral. Not able to think about it.

"What...what about you are you gonna come.?" She tried to bring herself out of it.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." Sara looked at her carpet.

"He was your son to." She got Sara's attention back with that.

"He was supposed to be. I think I fucked that up though."

"Yeah you did. I still think you should come." Sara gave her a small smile. Nobody had ever been able to insult her and make her feel needed at the same time the way Claire could.

"I don't think your family would appreicate that."

"I would appreciate it."

"You really want me there?" She held Claire's eyes.

"Yes."

"Okay." She nodded as she spoke. Then she heard a knock at the door. "Just a minute." She got up to answer the door.

"Greg." She said as she opened the door.

"Hey. We need to talk." He looked behind her at Claire. "It would be better if it was private. It won't take long, half an hour."

"Hang on." She went back to Claire. "I need to talk to Greg for a little while. Will you be okay by yourself for half an hour?" Claire nodded and Sara followed Greg downstairs.

So does anybody even remember the existence of this story?