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Chapter 17

Greg walked up to the window of Eve's ICU room and saw the back of a man sitting in the chair next to her bedside, holding her hand. He did not recognize him as one of her co-workers who had visited before.

Greg walked into her room. The men, hearing him enter, turned his attention towards him. Greg slightly recognized his face.

"Oh hey! You must be Greg. Eve talks so much about you in her emails." The dark haired, handsome man stood up and held his hand out.

"I am Chad, Eve's brother. Sorry I did not get here sooner, but I was out of the country on business."

Greg smiled and shook the hand of the blue-eyed man. "That's okay. Sorry to meet you under such circumstances."

Greg looked over at Eve. "Has there been any change? I was under orders from my co-workers to go home and get some sleep and eat something, so I finally did." Greg did not know why he felt a need to explain himself.

"Oh, that is okay. The doctor told me you had done that; said you had been here all the time, pretty much. I am sure Eve appreciates that. As for her condition, the doctor was just in here and said it looks like she might be starting to breathe on her own."

Greg's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah, guess she needed a visit from her big brother, telling her to get her lazy ass out of this bed." Chad grinned at him.

Greg could see the same glint in Chad's eyes that Eve would have. It made Greg feel more comfortable around him.

"Well, I've been here a couple of hours and came straight in from the airport. I need to check into my hotel room and grab something to eat, and then I'll be back. Keep a good eye on our girl. I think she is going to be fine." Chad smiled sincerely at Greg.

Greg returned the smile. "Hopefully so."

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Mandy came running up to Nick in the hallway of the crime lab. "Hey Nick, I got someone interesting off a hit on a partial print off of Greg's door. It is Aaron James."

"Really! Thanks Mandy. Anything off the note?"

"No, just Greg's prints."

"Okay, thanks. This is good enough. I'll take this news to Grissom."

Nick walked into Grissom's office to find Sara and Captain Brass in there already.

"Hey Mandy found a partial print match to Aaron James off of one of the door prints."

Sara looked surprised. "Really? What about the note?"

"Nothing but Greg's on there."

"Okay, so even though we got Aaron James at Greg's door, it does not mean he ran down Eve," Sara brought up.

"No," Grissom responded. "But it does prove that he has been at Greg's place and also goes towards a possible stalking charge."

"Well that is enough to bring him in for questioning," Brass said as he stood up from his chair. "I'll get one of my guys to bring him in."

Nick took Brass' seat once he left.

"In the meantime I need you two to go check out this abandoned car I just got information on. It happens to be a black Ford Taurus found by a homeowner out by the old Rascal Ranch. Seems the car had a dent and cracked windshield." Grissom said with eyebrows raised.

"So it seems our suspect is starting to make mistakes," Nick smiled.

"Perhaps," Sara took the address from Grissom and then looked at Nick. "I'm driving," she grinned at him. Nick rolled his eyes and followed her out the door.

They got to the location of the car after a 45-minute drive. It was morning already so they could see the dent on the hood and the windshield cracked. Nick went and opened the driver's side door. It looked like it had been cleaned out.

Sara examined the outside. The dent and windshield were the only obvious signs that the car was in an accident of some sort. Otherwise it had been cleaned.

There was no license plate on the car and nothing in the back seat or trunk. They had a tow truck take it back to the lab for further examination.

In the interrogation room at LVPD, Capt. Jim Brass and Gil Grissom sat opposite a very belligerent Aaron James. When he found out why he was being brought in for questioning, he became irate and threatened to sue for police harassment, which proved to be ironic to Brass as Aaron could be accused of harassment to a point also, in regards to Greg.

"We found your fingerprints on the outside of Greg Sanders apartment door. How did they get there?" Brass studied the young man's reaction.

"How the hell should I know? I do not even know where the guy lives. Maybe I have a friend in the same complex and was visiting him."

"So you just happened to touch everybody's door in the place on your way to visit your friend's." Brass' voiced was laced with sarcasm.

"No, maybe Sanders planted my prints on his door."
"And how would Mr. Sanders have done that?" Again Brass asked.

"I don't know. He works in the crime lab. I am sure there is someway to plant my prints on his door," Aaron huffed.

Grissom was very assumed by the conversation so far, but decided to respond to Aaron's accusations.

"Mr. James, it is not quite possible to take someone else's fingerprints from a file on a computer and make them appear on a door or any object. They would have to physically be placed on the object."

Brass continued on, seeing as Aaron James kept quiet. "Mr. Sanders also claims he has caught you watching him three different times around town."

Aaron shifted in his seat. "That's bullshit! Yeah I saw him a couple times just by coincidence. I mean it was at the movies and a restuarant, everyone goes to the movies and eats out."

"Three times, within a short period of time, coincidence, huh. I never run into people I know outside of work in this town. What about you, Gil?"

Grissom responded with a raised eyebrow. "You know I do not believe in coincidences."

Aaron slammed his fist on the table. "Well it was, damn it!"

"What kind of car do you drive, Mr. James?"

Aaron smiled proudly. "A Honda Acura."

"And what color?"

"Black, why? Did he say I tried to run him down like he did my brother," he fumed defensively.

Brass looked at Grissom with amusement for a moment before continuing on.

"It's interesting you should say such a thing. Where were you the night of April 5th at about midnight until 3 am?"

"Why? I was at home sleeping probably." Aaron's eyes moved from Brass to Grissom.

"What's this about." He asked.

"Do you know a woman by the name of Eve Dunn?"

Grissom caught a hint of recognition in Aaron's eyes at the name, but it quickly disappeared.

"No, I never heard of her. Who is she?"

"Can anyone verify that you were at home, sleeping that night," Brass asked him.

"I don't know. My mom was out of town for a few days. I was home alone. What's going on here?" Aaron was growing very impatient.

"Eve Dunn was run down by a hit and run driver on the early morning hours of the 5th of April in the parking garage of her workplace."

Aaron looked coolly at both of them. "Still have no idea who you are talking about or why you are asking me about this?"

Grissom decided to try a different angle. "You have twice approached Greg Sanders and called him a 'Killer'".

Aaron looked smugly at him. "Well he is. He killed my brother."

Brass picked up on Gil's direction. "Do you watch the news or read the newspaper, Mr. James?"

"Sometimes, why?"

"Well you might have seen that Eve Dunn just happens to be Greg Sanders' girlfriend."

Aaron just shrugged his shoulders. "So?"

"Did you happen to leave a note in his door then saying 'How does it feel, Killer?'"

Aaron's eyes narrowed at Brass, who asked the question. "What are you implying? That I had something to do with running this girl down?"

Grissom spoke up. "We are just simply asking you a question. We already have your prints on his door. It's not too far of a stretch to think you put the note there."

"So what if I did? It's not a crime."

Brass just smiled. "No, but it does imply you have been lying some to us already. What's to say you have not told us the truth on other things?"

"I'm not saying anything more until I have a lawyer," Aaron exclaimed as he stood up from his chair.

Grissom and Brass just smiled at each other.