A/N: Takes place directly after "Grave Danger."

Summary: My thoughts on how Grissom and Sara might have started their relationship...

Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS and no one else... I'm just renting the characters :-)

Note: This is my first fanfic EVAR! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated...

Brass' estimation is fairly accurate. In less than 90 minutes, Warrick is staring at Devon Wright through the one-way mirror outside of the interrogation room. He had expected Devon to look like some hardened criminal, but this guy looks like he'd be pals with Greg—he's got long sandy blonde hair, some well placed tattoos, and a general air of smugness that Warrick can barely stomach. For someone who's on the hook for killing a cop, this guy is downright blasé about it.

Brass approaches Warrick with Devon's sheet, all of his dirty secrets laid out in one file. Warrick can't help but crack a smile when he says, "So how did you know this guy was still in town?"

Brass chuckles, amused at his own cleverness for once. It's not easy being surrounded with deductive geniuses and Brass is pleased to get some praise. "I checked up on his mother before we headed over. About a week ago, she went in for surgery on her stomach… ulcers I think. Anyway, yesterday she was discharged and was picked up by… her son."

"Nice," Warrick exclaims appreciatively.

"Last time this guy was arrested, he was not at all forthcoming… Let's see if I'm more persuasive than the last detective."

Warrick and Brass go into the small, claustrophobic room and Devon looks at them with nothing less than disdain. "So, you found me," he spits. "I get that you lied to my mom—really classy move—but how did you swarm in on me?"

Brass puts his hand up to silence Devon then animatedly looks in his pockets. He pulls out his badge and slams it on the table. "You see this, Wright? This is a police badge. That means I ask the questions and you give the answers."

Devon rolls his eyes and Brass continues. "We already got you for the computer scam you pulled last year, and for jumping bail. But now we've got you for assault and murder."

"Oooh… scary." Devon leans back in his chair. He looks more like a badly behaved child in the principal's office than a murder suspect. Warrick is perplexed—most people react with strong emotions when confronted by the police and accused of a serious crime. They're usually afraid, or angry, or completely in shock. This guy couldn't care less. It's strange, to say the least.

"Listen up, Wright. Your attitude might fool some rookie traffic cop but I've seen enough to know that you won't last a day in prison. It's probably why you jumped bail the first time. What you do have going for you is that those cute little bombs you set up have trapped two of my people in that filtration plant. So, if you tell us how to disarm them, I'll make sure the DA goes easy on you."

Devon laughs in Brass' face. "You gotta be kidding me, pops. I don't know anything about an assault, a murder, or any bombs. Since this is obviously a case of mistaken identity, I'll just see my way out of here. No harm, no foul."

Now Brass is laughing. He looks over to Warrick to start laying down the evidence and Warrick is all too happy to comply. First Warrick throws down a photo of a shoeprint. This was taken from the front door of the DeSoto residence. You kicked it in and surprised them when they got back from Yosemite. You were probably staking that place out for days. We matched the shoeprint to a pair of shoes taken from your apartment."

Devon's face cracks a little and Warrick continues, throwing down a photo of Brad DeSoto just after he was picked up by the paramedics. "This is a picture of Lieutenant DeSoto, the guy who arrested you for computer fraud. His head was smashed into the wall by his front door. There was a scuffle, and he managed to wound the assailant. We took scrapings under his fingernails and matched the DNA to you. Mind if we look at your arms to confirm?"

Now Devon's face has taken on a distinctly greenish pallor. He hides his arms under the table and looks at Warrick with wide, panicked eyes. Warrick throws down another photo. "This is a photo taken of a tire tread found near the tank where we found Christine DeSoto's body. It's the same tire as the ones on your Escalade. Your car's in impound currenly and it's only a matter of time before we match the soil sample from the tire tread to your car."

Last, Warrick throws down a photo of one of the transceivers that control the bombs at the filtration plant. "And here's a photo of one of the communication devices at the scene of Christine's body dump. We can't touch it right now because we're afraid it might set a bomb off and, as Captain Brass said, our people—our friends—are still trapped inside. But what do you bet that when we do get a hold of them, that your fingerprints will be on them?"

Devon jumps up from the table, letting out a shriek. "This is complete bullshit! I'm being set up!"

"Yeah, your mom said something like that too," Brass says in mock sympathy. "Here's how it looks to us, though. You were pissed that DeSoto finally caught you for that cute data-mining scam you had going. You were looking at twenty years. So you decided to jump bail, but not before taking down the guy who put you in jail. So you waiting outside the DeSoto's house and when they got home, you waited until they just got inside the door and were nice and prone. Then you cracked Brad's head against the wall and kidnapped Christine. You had some fun with her, I'm sure, but then you got tired of her. You strangled her, dumped her body, and, just for the last laugh, you decided to rig the body dump site with explosives to really stick it to the man, huh, Devon?"

Now Devon is pacing around the room. At first it's unclear that he heard what Brass said over his mumbling and ranting. Finally, he shouts, "No, no, no! I didn't do any of that! Okay, yeah, I did the computer fraud thing, sure. Everyone knows that… but I'm no killer! I mean, look at my sheet… I always have a backer… none of this stuff is my idea. I just fill jobs for other people. I got paid to do that data-mining. They guy who paid me posted my bail then helped me get out of town. He gave me $10,000 and told me he'd take care of the evidence against me… he'd make sure it would disappear. But he told me not to come back to Vegas."

"Really?" Brass asks, barely hiding his sarcasm. "And who is this patron of yours?"

"I don't know, man! I never met the guy. He contacted me over the internet… At first he gave me simple jobs, legal jobs, but then we started getting into more serious shit, you know? Then, when I got arrested, he told me to meet him at his house and he'd help me get out of town." Devon turns back to the two of them, his confident demeanor shattered. "I did build those transceivers for the same guy, but I never knew he'd attach them to bombs. Look at my sheet, man! There's nothing violent there… and nothing where I'm the mastermind. I'm just a hired brain, a nobody." He sits down heavily and puts his face in his hands.

Brass and Warrick exchange looks that entail a whole conversation. What this guy says, while crazy, is too crazy to be a put-on. Brass shrugs and is willing to indulge Wright a little longer, as long as they get the information they need.

"We believe you, Devon," Brass says soothingly—he's back into "Good Cop" mode now. "Why don't you take us to the place where you met with the guy who hired you? Then maybe we can figure some of this out."

"Sure, man, sure. Whatever you say."

"Just one thing first. Tell us how to disarm the transceivers so we can get our people to safety."

"I didn't arm them. I just built them. They have infrared beams that shoot out in random directions in random intervals. They were never designed to be armed with anything."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I have no idea how to shut them off."

Thanks again for all of the great reviews! I'm going to try to get this done by the end of the week. I'm guessing it'll end up being around 15 chapters. Hope that's not too long!