"Warrick?" Catherine raised her eyebrow at Warrick after he had been silent for a minute.
"How do you know this guy?"
Warrick closed his eyes and sighed. "A deal gone bad – ten years ago."
"What kind of deal?" Catherine probed.
Warrick shook his head. "I borrowed a grand from this guy… to pay off some debts. I almost had all the money ready to pay him back and my cousin got sick and needed emergency surgery… we'd been friends my whole life; I had to front him, I wasn't about to let my family die."
Catherine laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder, prompting him to continue.
"So I went to this guy, Tool Debbor and told him I didn't have the money and well, you can imagine he wasn't that happy about it – and he's one of these people that, it don't matter how much you promise to get him the money eventually, somehow, he just doesn't accept it. So anyway he came to my place one night and had a pretty good attempt at wasting me up, so I called the police and Debbor was arrested for abuse."
"Oh, now I see why there might be a bit of a grudge there", Catherine grimaced.
Warrick nodded sadly. "Yeah."
Catherine reached over and put her arms around Warrick, he accepted them gratefully. "Warrick, you have to tell Grissom."
"Tell me what?" Grissom's voice sounded from the door.
Catherine and Warrick jumped apart. "Gil, how long have you been standing there?"
Catherine demanded.
Grissom raised an eyebrow at her. "Long enough to not know what I should know, evidently."
Warrick look confused.
"This would be your cue to tell Grissom what you need to Warrick."
Warrick proceeded in telling Grissom his story, while Grissom listened intently.
"Well Warrick, I'm going to have to take you off the case you know that right?"
Warrick banged his fist down on the table, but inhaled slowly to control his anger. "Yeah, I was kinda hoping that wouldn't come up."
Grissom gave him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry."
Grissom stood up. "Well, I'll see you both later, I'm going to go and talk to Jim and see if he can get a last known address for this guy."
"Ok, thanks Gil."
"Yeah, thanks Griss."
Grissom walked down the corridor just when Sara suddenly appeared at his side.
"Where have you been?" He asked her.
"Home." She said, matter-of -factly. "Unlike you, I require a little time to breathe - away from this place."
Grissom shot her a look. "Well, I'm afraid I shall have to continue living up to your oh so towering expectations, because I've just learned some new info about the case with the little boy and his mom."
Sara looked interested more than annoyed now. "Do tell."
Grissom retold what Warrick had told him about his past with Tool Debbor.
"Wow." Sara said when he was finished. "So, you think this has something to do with Warrick?"
"Yeah maybe even more than it has to do with the actually victim."
Sara frowned. "Well that's a horrible thought."
Grissom nodded.
"So where you off to now?" Sara asked.
"Brass; I'm going to see if I can get any details on this Debbor guy."
"Can I come with?"
Grissom smiled at her. "Of course my dear."
Grissom and Sara walked into Brass's office.
"Good morning Jim." Grissom greeted him.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Brass gave them his signature cheeky smile.
"We were wondering if you could dig anything up on a suspect – Tool Atolla Debbor."
"Tool Atolla Debbor, that's not a real name – sounds familiar to me though, I just don't…."
Brass stopped talking and typing abruptly.
Grissom and Sara glanced at each other. Grissom spoke softly. "Jim?"
Brass turned to Grissom and Sara. "Ah, I do know who this guy is."
"How?" Grissom inquired.
Brass looked up at him and Sara nervously. "About six years ago, I got a call from Ellie saying she needed some help with some legal stuff. She was the accuser in a case of sexual harassment. Some punk had decided to give her a hard time while she was on the… while she was working. He was trialed and convicted and Ellie moved on with her life… until a few months ago when a letter arrived in her mailbox, from him. Simply saying – 'You haven't seen the last of Tool Atolla Debbor.'"
Grissom and Sara looked at each other with their mouths open.
Grissom turned to Brass, shaking his head. "Oh this just keeps getting better."