A/N - Ok one more chapter to go, I will try and have that out monday, I have a busy weekend ahead of me! Reviews are always appreciated!

Grissom pulled into the parking lot and wiped his tired eyes. He hadn't slept much the day before, he would wake up and roll over and stare at Sara. Sara had never been really sick in the two years they'd been together and he was legitimately worried about her. As he stared at her sleeping he thought about how much he had come to love her, and how that scared him. Grissom wiped his eyes again and slipped his glasses back on and headed into PD.

"Hello Mr. Thule." Grissom greeted the pale looking man sitting at the cold metal table.

"Hello."

"Care to tell us what really happened in that zoo?" Brass chimed in, eager to get the man talking.

"I've given my statement to you already." Mr. Thule answered, never looking up.

"Franklin, we found primate fur in the lion's enclosure, and in your personal refrigerator. We know whatever happened to those monkeys happened inside that zoo." Grissom said matter of factly, laying out pictures of the evidence for the man to see.

"Cooperation always goes over well with the D.A." Brass added.

Franklin Thule squirmed in his seat, he looked up at the two men sitting across from him as tears formed in his eyes.

"Lucy killed David!" He sputtered, now heaving from his sobs.

Grissom and Brass stared at the sobbing man, obviously confused by the man's sudden statement.

"Excuse me?" Brass finally spoke up.

"Lucy, she killed him! It was my fault; I knew I shouldn't give them anything sharp! They're like children for God's sake!!!"

"Lucy killed David with the dart?" Grissom questioned.

"I stay late some days, and I had a dart board in my locker. I just wanted to teach them how to play!!" Mr. Thule was feverishly wiping the tears from his face.

"Ok, let me get this straight. So you're telling me that you were trying to teach the monkeys how to play darts, and one killed the other?"

"YES!" Franklin exclaimed as he readily accepted a tissue from Grissom.

"But what happened to Lucy?" Grissom asked.

"I ran in and tried to save David, but it was too late, I got angry and I started screaming at her, and she ran towards me..."

"AND?" Brass was growing impatient.

"And I kicked her."

"You kicked her?" Grissom asked.

"I kicked her. She hit her head on the bars, and then ...She just laid there"

"So then you made it look like a theft, and froze the bodies, and fed them to the lions?" Brass asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

"I panicked! I put them in the garbage bag and stuck them in the fridge. I went to the enclosure and broke the glass, and then I left."

"And then you came BACK to feed them to the lions?" Brass asked, still confused by the man's story.

"After I saw you guys investigating the way you did, I knew I had to do something. I thought they'd send a cop or two to take statements, I never expected CSI to pull out all the stops!" Mr. Thule stopped and looked up at Grissom, his eyes red from tears. "They were already dead. I figured you guys would think they got out and somehow made it in with the lions..."

Grissom stood up and motioned for the deputy in the corner to arrest Mr. Thule.

Mr. Thule sighed and bowed his head. "The truth will set you free" He scoffed.

"Not in this case." Brass quipped as he rose to open the door for the deputy. "In this case, the truth sends you to lock up"

Grissom stood and wiped his eyes again, more than ready to go home and finally get some sleep.

"Tired Gil?" Brass questioned as he watched Grissom stretch a little.

"Yeah." He glanced around the room and moved closer to Jim. "Sara is sick, I didn't sleep much."

Brass gave Grissom a pat on the back as they exited the room. "Tell her to feel better." He smiled as they parted ways and Grissom headed for the parking lot.

Grissom crawled in bed, careful not to wake Sara. Her face was not as pale and the redness in her cheeks had gone down. He watched her as she slept, remembering Jim's words and smile. He was almost glad someone else knew about their relationship, it made it seem more real; like they were actually a couple.

He moved the hair out of Sara's face and softly kissed her cheek before rolling over for some much needed sleep. He sighed and shut his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.