Catherine, Brass and Grissom sat opposite Mark Boreman, who had a large gauze bandage round his head from where Elijah had knocked him out. He simply sat there, staring at the floor and wringing his hands in his lap. Catherine started the questions.

"How did all this happen, Mark?"

He shrugged, avoiding her eyes. Catherine glanced at the others and tried again.

"Ok, let's start with Michelle Winters. We know Elijah killed her but what I don't understand is why you were with her if you didn't even like her."

He shook his head frantically before wincing as he gingerly touched his bandage.

"It's not that I didn't like her, it's just that I didn't love her. At first, I knew that she liked me but I was taken, you know? I didn't do anything about it except flirt a little until Joanna said that she wasn't going to leave James. I used Michelle to make her jealous, to make her see that she was wrong and she belonged with me. When I realised that Elijah liked her, I… I admit that I rubbed his nose in it. He owed me money and treated me like some kind of idiotic slave! I never knew that he, he would…"

He trailed off and swallowed hard.

"Elijah wanted me to split up with Michelle, to stop corrupting her, so he told Joanna about me and her. I didn't know that she'd already told James that she was leaving him for me until she rang me, totally distraught. I ended it with Michelle straight away and told her the situation. She seemed surprisingly understanding. Of course, I didn't know that she was staying in Vegas with Elijah to try and win me back."

"So what happened with the Davenports?"

"Joanna told me to meet her outside at 10pm on the dot because she was ready to go, she was ready to spend the rest of her life with me. I was so happy. It finally felt like everything was going right."

He closed his eyes, telling them how it happened as it replayed in his mind.

"I could hear them fighting and screaming and yelling at each other while I waited out front. When I heard the gun go off, I was sure that James had shot her. He was always jealous of the attention she got and was awful to her, hitting her and stuff. I kicked down the door and went straight up to the bedroom. Joanna was stood with her back to me, facing James who was kneeling on the bed. He was yelling at her, calling her a whore while she was coughing and spluttering and pointing the gun at him. And when it went off, everything just got so quiet. I went to her, I tried to make her talk to me but she just walked in to the bathroom. There was glass and blood everywhere but Joanna, she was suddenly so calm. She just washed her hands and then threw the towels at me, telling me to get rid of them and to get rid of myself. I asked her what she meant and she just walked straight past me. The next thing I knew, she… She shot herself in the head. I tried to give her CPR, I tried to help her but it was too late so I took the towels and the gun and just got the hell out of there. I didn't want people to know that she had killed herself."

Grissom sighed heavily.

"You tampered with a crime scene."

"I guess I did but it was just to protect her. I went straight to the studios and found Elijah there. He took the towels away and put the gun in a lock box in the office. He sent me home and I swear I didn't know Michelle was there."

"But you did find out about her."

He nodded.

"I rang the studio a little later on and Karl answered. He said that Elijah was filming with Michelle and I knew what he was up to, I knew he was going to try it on and that she would reject him. I told him to put Elijah on the phone. When he answered, I told him to leave Michelle alone, that if he did anything to her then I'd kill him with my own bare hands. He told me that if I tried to interfere, he'd tell the police about Joanna and James. He said that Michelle was his Stepford Wife, whatever the hell that meant, and that he'd make her realise that she loved him, not me. It wasn't until you lot dragged me in here that I knew what he'd done. On my way home, he rang me and started yelling about how I'd turned him, that I'd betrayed him and was gonna pay. When I got home, I saw the police car outside and thought I was safe but as soon as I got inside, I knew something was wrong. I tried ringing Captain Brass here but then Elijah came at me. The next thing I remember is waking up in the living room being surrounded by police."

Brass stood, calling in a uniformed officer.

"Mr Boreman, you're going to be charged with tampering with a crime scene. As for everything else, well, you're just going to have to live with it."

The officer started to escort Mark out of the interview room but he paused in the doorway.

"I never meant for anyone to get hurt, you know."

With that, he left and Catherine folded her arms as she leant back in her chair.

"Elijah Boreman is going away for a long, long time, thank god. As for Mark, I believe him. I don't think he ever knew what all this was going to lead to."

Grissom nodded.

"Elijah loved Michelle, Michelle loved Mark, Mark loved Joanna."

Brass shrugged as they made their way out of the room.

"And they say all you need is love."

Nick and Sara had watched the interview with Mark through the one-way glass. Readjusting her arm in the sling, she sighed as she watched her colleagues leave the room.

"I guess I was right. Sometimes love just isn't enough."

Nick turned to her, brushing the hair from her face without even a hint of a smile. She stared right back into his eyes, a shiver of excitement coursing through her. He swallowed hard as he cupped her chin in his hand. He lingered there a moment before he spun on his heel and marched away. Swinging open the door, he paused for a second, glancing at her over his shoulder with a quiet voice.

"No, I guess it's not."

Sara could do nothing but let him walk away.

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