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Chapter 17

He heard him come in but didn't feel like looking up. Even when he said something, Grissom didn't look up. The benefit of being partially deaf was that if you didn't want to acknowledge someone's presence, you had a viable excuse for it. That method was blown when Warrick dropped a file on his desk though. Sighing, Grissom looked up, not reading the label on the manila folder.

"Hi Warrick," he said, trying to keep annoyance out of his expression. Warrick looked mad.

"That guy, Paul Ferguson. Sara and I went to his house. Look what we found." He said, motioning towards the file as he sat down.

Grissom looked at him shrewdly before glancing down at the folder. It was labeled 'Willows, Catherine'. That's odd, he thought as he opened it gingerly after pulling on latex gloves. The first couple pages were printed and the rest of the contents were a spiral notebook and a couple photos. Grissom frowned as he read over the printed pages. It looked like a photo copy of Catherine's personal file, complete with picture, birth-date, phone number, address, finger print and various other things taken when a person applied for CSI. He flipped to the pictures in the back. There was one of her, Lindsey, their house, even the different rooms. With increasing apprehension and repulsion, he opened the spiral notebook. In it were handwritten lists of stores she frequented, her daily schedule, Lindsey's teachers, Catherine's friends, co-workers and other personal information. Horrified, he looked up at Warrick.

"We found five other files like that. You, me, Nick, Sara and Greg." Warrick supplied, looking furious. "There were even two smaller ones: Brass and Robbins."
"They've been watching us?" Grissom asked, horrified.

"And they have access to our personal files." Warrick said.

Grissom thought for a minute before saying. "All you need to access those is the right I.D."

He saw Warrick look down for a moment. "Hang on." He said. "We found a fake I.D. in Brass' folder."

"Print it," Grissom said automatically.

"Already did. Nobody's but Paul Ferguson." Warrick replied.

"Does Jim know him?"

"Don't think so, but we checked the sign in at the front desk and a Paul Ferguson signed in twice a couple months ago for a meeting with Brass. We asked Brass about it, he said he didn't really remember it but it had something to do with that age-old Ferguson case." Warrick said.

"Why don't any of us remember that?" Grissom asked.

Warrick shrugged. "Not sure, might be because it wasn't a very high profile case. I looked it up. You, Nick and I were working on it. Guy named Lenny Richards died and we arrested a Jane Ferguson because we found her prints all over the gun and GSR all over her sweater. She died in jail, and according to Nick, Ferguson said something about arresting the wrong people when they were in that warehouse. The gun was registered to Paul Ferguson, and that sweater could have easily fitted him. When we interviewed Jane Ferguson, she said she'd been at the shooting range with that gun and she couldn't remember if she was wearing the sweater or not. Pretty circumstantial evidence, but the jury found her guilty."

"And who were the other two? The ones that didn't die at the warehouse?" Grissom questioned.

"Peter Tarrif and Colten Richards." Warrick replied. "Peter Tarrif was Jane's fiancé and Colten Richards was a friend of hers."

"They went through a lot of trouble for this. Why target all of us?" Grissom asked.

Warrick shook his head, scowling. "They did have an elaborate plot. Colten Richards told us that Paul was the one who killed Lenny Richards. Apparently, Colten and Lenny weren't the best of brothers. Lenny Richards was gay, so it was a hate-crime. According to Colten, Paul was so mad he almost wanted to get caught, but when we accused his sister, it made him really really angry. He blamed us for this, and Peter Tarrif said something about you and Nick refusing to speak with him again about the case."

Grissom looked at him for a minute. "Why did Paul kill him again? Were they radical Christians or something?"

Warrick nodded. "Yeah, but it gets better. Paul and Lenny used to be friends and Colten told us they got drunk one night and slept together. Paul woke up with a killer hangover and a newfound death wish for Lenny. This was all about revenge. Paul was the leader of their little group, but all of them were furious at us for building a case against his sister, and her consequent death in jail. It's all revenge."

Grissom sighed. "It's the Gordon case all over again." He and Warrick looked at each other for a long moment. "So that's it I guess." Grissom said finally. "Case closed."

Warrick nodded. "We need to tell Nick and Catherine sometime. They've been pestering me ever since Nick got out of the hospital."

Grissom looked away and nodded. "I guess we do."

TBC...

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