Irrefutable
By: Manigault
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"Gil? Where are you?" Brass couldn't believe his ears as he looked over his desk at the expression on Sara's face and knew that she was as shocked as he was.
"Never mind that, Jim. I need you to give a message to Sara for me. I'll explain later." Grissom hoped he wasn't taking more chances than he realized when he decided to use the pay phone.
"You can give her the message yourself. Hold on." Brass handed the phone over his desk into eager hands before Grissom could form a question.
"Grissom? Are you okay?"
"Sara? What are you doing in Jim's office? Are you okay?" Grissom pressed the phone against his ear and breathed in the sound of her voice.
"No, I'm not fine. I need you to turn around and come back home." Sara avoided looking at Brass as she spoke. "This lunatic called me not long ago."
Grissom's pulse pounded and he tried to control his temper. "What did he say to you?"
Sara relayed the conversation. "He has you on a wild goose chase, so that you will be alone with Lady Heather. I really feel that I'm the one he's stalking. Jim thinks the same thing."
"Honey, if your correct then you can't go home," Grissom glanced towards his car and found that Heather was leaning against the side, staring in his direction. How did her missing grandchild tie in with everything? If the man was stalking Sara and attempting to get rid of him in the process, then how did he know about Heather's grandson?And, how had the man sent blood samples to her that she had taken to a private lab and had verified?
"Grissom, you need to come back home. We can face this situation together and find out who this person is with the help of Brass. If you haven't guessed, I told him about us. I didn't know who else to talk to and you wouldn't answer your phone."
"It's okay, honey, if you had to tell someone then Jim is the one I would have hoped you would confide in," he turned away from Heather's questioning eyes. " I can't answer my cell phone because the lunatic informed me that if I spoke with you, he would harm you. I'm on a pay phone now."
"Tell me you're coming back to Vegas," Sara needed to hear him say that he would return and they would fight this man together.
"I want to tell you that," Grissom wanted nothing more than to be heading home to Sara, "only there is still the matter of Heather's grandchild. I can't bail out on that aspect of this situation."
"Griss."
"I love you, Sara, and I will call you from the next pay phone that I find."
"Griss, don't do this," Sara rubbed her forehead and fought back the wave of fear.
"Let me speak with Jim? Please?"
Sara knew that his mind was set and she had no choice in the matter. She couldn't make Grissom do anything that he didn't want to do and she wouldn't want him to do anything less than that.
"I love you, too, Gil." Sara handed the phone to Brass. "He asked to speak with you, Jim."
The use of his first name made Grissom lean heavily against the phone booth. It took several seconds for Jim's voice to register.
"I'm here, Jim," Grissom finally managed. "I need another favor from you."
They spoke for several minutes before Grissom replaced the phone and moved off towards his car and Heather. It was going to be a long drive.
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"What did Grissom ask you to do?" Sara had listened to the one way conversation and knew that it involved herself.
"I'm to escort you to your home to gather some clothes and accessories and take you to my place for the next few days or until Gil gets back home."
"No." Sara stood up and began to pace the small office. "I don't need a bodyguard, Jim, I can take care of myself."
"Your doing such a good job you had to come to me for advice." Brass didn't mince words. The situation was serious and he promised Gil that he would look after Sara.
"Advice being the key word." Sara folded her arms at the elbows and paused in front of his desk. "Why doesn't he turn around and come home?"
"He thinks that this grandchild of Heather's is in danger and you know that he would never endanger a child, not if he can prevent it."
"I know that," Sara replied on a sigh. "I don't expect anything else from him, but it scares me."
"The fact that he's with her?"
"No," Sara shook her head and knew that she was serious about what she said next. "I'm scared that he's running into a trap."
"We share that concern." Jim said.
"I can't depend on you to guard me, Jim, I just need someone to help me figure this out and try to get Grissom home safe."
"Gil told me that he is wary of cell phones so he will use a pay phone when he can and either call my home number or this one."
"Your pulling out all the guns," Sara half smiled and shook her head. "If I stick close to you then I may have the chance to talk with Grissom. The problem is what if you're not in your office or at home? A good part of your day you're out in the field or in your car."
"He will page me."
Sara stared at him for several seconds, blinking rapidly. "And my pager?"
"He's concerned about your pagers as well," Jim said. "We don't know how connected this crazy person is with the phone system or what have you. Grissom feels that we're taking a chance with him talking to me. We're counting on the fact that the lunatic won't think that you would tell anyone else about your relationship."
"If I stay with you, then the lunatic will know," Sara felt paranoid about being in this office for such a long period of time. "He may know that I've been in here and already guessed that I've confided in you. I can't have you in danger, Jim. Grissom wasn't thinking it through."
"And you are?"
"I'm thinking more clearly than I have since this whole situation began." Sara pulled her shoulders back and raised her chin. "I have to continue like you don't know anything and you need to do the same. When Grissom calls, then tell me what's going on and I'll be fine with that."
"I promised Gil that I would look after you, Sara, don't keep me from that promise." Brass knew that he couldn't stop her from walking out that door and driving home alone.
"He'll understand," Sara insisted. "He's doing what he thinks is best and I'm doing what I believe is the right thing." She looked at her watch. "I need to be helping Nick and Warrick. I'll keep in touch with you, Jim. Thank you."
Brass watched her leave and knew that he had to do something to keep his promise.
TBC
