Chapter 12

Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!

How long until Greg figures this out?

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They sat at opposite computers, Greg getting the names from Archie's list of IP addresses that had accessed the blog about bad drivers. Name after name was run through AFIS without a single match.

Grissom entered the room quietly, standing behind the pair who were madly typing away trying to find a match.

"Any luck?" he asked, startling them both.

"Ah, no, not yet Grissom," Greg answered, "But I think we are on the right track, I just have a feeling…"

"Ok well keep working for now, but Sara, your time is limited. You have about 2 hours until you will have to leave. I want you to be well rested before you do your task force stint."

"Gil…" Ooops, she thought, God don't let Greg have heard that, "Grissom, I'm fine, I don't need any rest. Really."

"Doctor's orders, Sara," Grissom answered her, "You will have the weekend off and then start with the task force on Monday. I've already talked to Theresa Marks and she agrees that based on your instructor's passing, you will finish your instruction with Catherine over the weekend and report to her on Monday."

"Well I guess I can't argue with that, and since I'm already sitting at max on overtime, I guess I can take some time off."

She glanced at him, she caught a sly grin, clearly he had ulterior motives.

Shit, she thought, I know Greg saw that. She looked over and saw Greg's inquisitive look.

"Leave us alone Grissom," Sara said, "We have work to do!"

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About five minutes later, the silence was finally broken.

"It's Grissom, isn't it?" Greg finally got the nerve to ask.

"It's Grissom what?" she looked back, trying her best to appear innocent.

"Sara," he said, "Don't play stupid, that's so not your style."

"Greg," she smiled, trying to diffuse his curiosity, "When there is something to tell you, I promise, I'll tell you first."

"Damn, girl," he answered, smiling broadly, "I knew it. I was SO right!"

"Greg," she said abruptly, trying to get his immediate attention. "I have a match!"

"What? Oh, the blog, what do you have?"

"Ray Glass."

"Ok I don't get it."

"Ray Glass is the helicopter pilot for the LVPD," she revealed.

"Let's call Brass!" he said.

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Brass met Sara and Greg at the field office for the LVPD. They walked in and found the shift supervisor, David Legend. David, a senior officer with over 20 years on the force, welcomed them into his office.

"I just can't believe that Mutt could be a suspect in a crime. He's about the nicest person I know."

"Mutt?" Sara asked, "Is that his nickname?"

"Yeah, he's a big guy but he loves his dogs!" Legend explained. "He's got like 4 little dogs in his house. Ever since his wife died, they have been his life, so we call him Mutt."

"Well, when is "Mutt" going to back in?" Brass asked, clearly not amused by Legend's little story.

"Any time now," Legend answered, "Just listen for the sound of the chopper blades."

Within moments, the sound of chopper blades could be heard approaching the building.

Officer Glass was ushered into Legend's office within moments of the chopper landing. He looked at Brass, Greg and Sara and then back at Legend.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

"No," Brass answered, "This is Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders from the Crime Lab. We wanted to ask you a few questions."

"Ok, no problem," he replied.

They proceeded to the meeting room and began the questioning.

"So Mutt," Brass asked, "Can I call you Mutt?"

"Sure," he answered, "Everyone does."

"Mutt," Brass continued, "Where were you last night at about 8pm?"

"At home," Mutt answered, matter-of-factly.

"Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts?" Brass asked.

"Sure, Jake, Cody, and Sunni," he said.

"How can we contact Jake, Cody, and Sunni?"

"They are at my house," Mutt answered, "They are my Yorkie, Bischon and Poodle."

"Well of course, you know that dogs can't vouch for you. How about someone human?"

"No, it was a nice quiet note at home, I watched some TV and then went to bed."

"Do you have any knowledge of the murder of Carlos Petty?"

"Just want I saw on the news," Mutt replied, "I don't keep up with that stuff."

After about 10 minutes of unsuccessful questioning, Mutt was released and the three investigators left the building.

Upon arriving back at CSI, they convened in the layout room.

Brass left, telling Greg and Sara that he was going to get a warrant to search Mutt's house.

Greg and Sara moved to the break room. Greg made a pot of his famous coffee and they sat down to enjoy the break in the action.

"So," Greg began, "You and Grissom huh?"

"Greg," she said sharply, "Don't say things like that, someone will hear you and start rumors, you know how this place is."

"Ok," Greg whispered, "So you and Grissom huh?"

"No, Greg," she whispered back, "me and no one."

"Sure," he replied, closing one eye tightly in an over-exaggerated wink.

"Greg," she scolded, "Don't be such a 12 year old."

"Hey, I'd tell you if I was seeing someone new," he continued, "Hey I do tell you everything, even if it doesn't make you jealous the way I want it to!"

"Greg," she changed her tone to a much softer, caring tone, "You know I love you sweetie, but I'm never going to be jealous of your girlfriends."

"Don't rub it in," Greg answered, pretending to be upset. "When will you ever get over your love of rugged, big men and date a skinny man who can love you the way you want to be loved?"

Saved by the ring of the phone, Sara took the call from Brass.

"Let's meet Brass at Mutt's house; we have a warrant."

"Are you changing the subject?"

"Absolutely, yes," she answered as she went towards the garage.

"You still didn't say what the deal was…." Greg called after her as he followed her out of the room.

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"So, do you think she is ready?" Grissom asked.

"Well, believe it or not," Catherine replied, "I have seen a change in her in the last two days that make me believe she can actually pull this off."

Grissom took the phone away from his ear and looked at it with a stunned look. Surely she didn't know. Sara wouldn't say anything. Could she just have guessed?

"I'm worried about her," he said, returning the phone to his ear.

"Grissom, she's one of the strongest, most independent women I've ever known," Catherine answered, "Let her do her job."

"I know, its just…"

"Gil," Catherine's tone changed, "I know, you don't have to tell me, I know. Just be there for her and everything will be fine."

He hung up the call.

She does know, he thought, how in the hell did she figure that out so quickly?

Please teach her well, Catherine, he thought to himself.

I don't think I can live without her.

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