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"The evidence is pointing to the pit boss." Grissom argued.
Brass snorted. "Well, unless he can be in two places at one time-" He suddenly stopped walking.
"What?"
"Isn't that Eddie?" Brass pointed towards the bar.
Sure enough, there was Eddie Willows drinking and having some laughs with the bartender. His arm was wrapped around some leggy brunette while the other groped a redhead on the other side of him. Clearly, neither woman was Catherine.
If Eddie is here, who's watching Lindsey? Gil thought. He heard buttons being pushed and looked at Jim…
…Who was calling Catherine. How fucking stupid is he? Out in public like he's not gonna get caught. The phone rung only once before Gil snatched the phone away and hung up.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gil asked.
"If you don't give me my phone back, I swear to God, I'm gonna kick your ass." Jim threatened.
"Their relationship is none of our business."
"'None of our business?' What the fu-" Jim took a breath to calm himself. "This isn't some case, Gil. This is a friend, our friend. You remember Catherine don't you? We just saw her at the damn lab!"
"It's not our business, Jim."
"If you were in Catherine's shoes and we found out you were being cheated on-" Jim laughed mirthlessly at himself. "I'm sorry. I forgot who I was talking to. You don't let anyone get close enough to cheat on you." Jim said harshly. "You know what, fine. I won't call her. Give me my phone back so I can go to the grocery store."
"Grocery store?"
"Yeah. Because when Catherine eventually finds out her husband is cheating, she's not going to go to you. No, she's going to come to me. So if I'm going to have a distraught woman and a confused six year old at my place, I'm going to need to stock up on booze, ice cream and cereal."