Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to get this one on the web. Anyway I hope you like it….its hard to do an interrogation or a confession…I'm just learning this now.

Chapter 30 – George

Grissom, Brass, and Sara went to the hospital the next day to talk to George Shempsky. He was awake and handcuffed to the bed, demanding to have some things explained to him. Brass walked in followed by the other two and they all sat down at the foot of the bed. No-one said a word for about 30 seconds then George spoke up.

"I recognize you," he said softly to Sara. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

Sara looked at Brass. He gave her a slight nod and she replied, "Yeah. I walked in on you trying to rape my friend." She glared at the guy and it took all her energy to stay in her seat.

George laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "Oh, right. Yeah. She was a piece of work, huh?" He smiled and Sara raised an eyebrow. Her fists were balled in her lap so hard her knuckles were turning white. "How is Catherine by the way?"

"She's great," Sara spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Good, good," George nodded his head and looked off into space with a possessed smile on his face.

"So, tell me, George," Brass started his conversation, pulling George out of his daydream. "How did you get into this….business?"

"Oh, it's not a business, captain. It's a…an art." George smiled, showing each of his browned teeth.

"Art." Brass pretended to think. "I thought art was supposed to be beautiful."

"But aren't women beautiful?" George asked. "I am a man who appreciates beautiful women. They are works of art, each and every one of them, and I make it my business to be a part…of that art." He smiled again and Sara thought she might see her breakfast again.

"So you believe you appreciate women. Is that why you stalk, torture, rape, and murder them?" Brass asked.

George closed his eyes and shook his head like Brass had just said something totally stupid. "It's not like that. It's not like that at all…"

"Then what's it like?"

"I…I help these women. I am their…protector." George went off into his staring-into-space thing again.

Brass slammed his hand on the footboard, bringing George out of it. "You have killed two women, raped five others. How is that protecting them?!" Brass, like every other law enforcement officer in Vegas was sick of this guy. Unfortunately, he was letting it get to him.

"I watch over them. I do. And when I have finished, they pay their price. It's like a service. Some women have to pay in full, and that's always a shame, but it has to be done." George held out his hands. "I'm a business man."

Brass couldn't believe what he was hearing. This guy was insane so he decided to take a different approach. "How about Catherine? Why did you pick her?"

George smiled. "She is a beautiful woman. At first I just wanted her to stop invading Jillian's privacy, but then I realized how beautiful she was."

"Wait, wait…how does a dead woman need privacy?" Brass asked.

"All people need privacy. The dead deserve to be left alone while they make their transition to heaven." George looked up as if he was talking to the ceiling.

"I see." Brass looked down and rolled his eyes slightly. "I heard you were interrupted with Catherine."

"Yes, I was." George looked over at Sara and gave her a disgusted smile. "Both times." He lifted up his sleeve and showed them where Sara had shot him. It was healing but it still looked painful. Sara gave him a proud smile. "She gave me this."

"So, what did you do when you were interrupted?" Brass asked, smiling briefly at the thought of Sara shooting this sick pervert in front of him.

"I had to show her…show her I wanted to protect her. Did she get my notes?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah, she did. But if it was Catherine you were after, then why did you go after Nick?"

"I saw they were friends. I learned his name and where he lived then I took him." George let out a little snicker. "He was asleep on the couch when I came in. He was easy to get." Sara shook her head in disgust. She wanted nothing more then to see this guy suffer. "He was fun. I've never kidnapped anyone before." He said it as if he had gotten a good grade on a test and wanted praise.

They talked to him for awhile longer and didn't learn anything new. Sara clutched the arm of her chair to prevent herself from flying to him and strangling him. When they left the room Sara let out a shudder and shook her entire body as if she was cold.

"I hate that guy," she said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah. He actually thought he was protecting those women." Grissom wasn't really talking to Brass or Sara…more to the wall. He found it amazing how crazy some people could be.