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Catherine knocked on Brass' office doorframe. "You got a minute?"
"Yeah, come in." Brass leaned back in his chair. "What you got?"
"Fingernail scrapings." She tossed the DNA results on his desk. "There are alleles in common with the victim and it's male." Catherine sat down and leaned forward on his desk. "Think you can get me a warrant?"
"What the hell is that?" Brass asked.
"What's what?"
He reached across the desk and rolled up her sleeves. "That."
She had bruises on both wrists and a bigger bruise on her right forearm that Brass hadn't seen.
Catherine quickly rolled her sleeves back down. "It's nothing."
"Catherine-"
"It's nothing." She insisted. "Eddie just-"
"Eddie did this?" Brass' dislike of her husband reached a new level.
"It's not like that."
"Then what the hell is it like?" he said, raising his voice.
"Is now a bad time?" Grissom asked from the door.
"Close the door, Gil."
At the use of his first name at work, Gil closed the door. "What's going on?"
Catherine answered before Jim could. "Nothing."
"She has bruises on her arm." Jim informed Gil. "Does that sound like nothing to you?"
"Look," Catherine rose her voice. "If you must know…Eddie just got a little… excited."
"Excited?" Gil asked.
"Yes, excited." She repeated. "Now that we've discussed my sex life…" She got up and opened the door. "Call me when you get the warrant Jim." And then she marched out.
Gil and Jim looked at each other.
"Excited?"
"My ass." Jim said. "Something's going on."
"She'll tell us if she needs us."
Jim wasn't so sure, but he'd let it go…for now.