Though he managed to get two hours of uninterrupted thinking before Brass called him down to PD to interrogate the boys again, Grissom was still confused about the situation.

Is Robbie really my son? Was the first question of the many Grissom tackled in those two hours of loneliness. Of course he is he thought DNA tests don't lie, and they were checked three times. There's no way they're wrong. That dealt with, Grissom was plagued by many other questions. Questions to which he had no answer. Who is his mother? Why didn't I know about him? Does he know who I am? What am I going to do? What am I going to tell Sara? What if he is guilty? Should I withdraw myself from the case? Should I tell him?

"Ugh…" he grunted as he got up from the couch and his head spun from the quick rush of blood to his brain.

Beep beep beep

Apparently Brass wasn't in the mood for waiting. Standing up, Grissom picked up his coat and walked out of the lab towards his car.

"what took you?" asked the detective when Grissom finally arrived.

"Um…sorry, I was busy"

"Fine, look, the lab sent over the DNA results. We know what happened, but we still want to know if any of the other guys were in on things."

Nodding, Grissom, like he'd done so many times before, shoved all personal feelings aside and fell into 'work mode' "You want to interrogate them all, find out if we have any accessories?"

Smiling at his friend's quick thinking, Brass nodded and they walked into the interrogation room to interrogate the first of their four suspects: James Fawler.

James Fawler was 19 year old Law Student at UNLV who had moved to Vegas from New York with Robbie. The edge-looking boy adamantly stated his innocence and accurately described all the events that the CSI's had been able to reconstruct in their meticulous timeline. After an hour, he was set free.

The next boy to be interrogated was Brian McKinney, an 18 year old med student who was Robbie's room mate. Brian had been one of the main suspects out of all the four boys who were booked. When identifying her attacker, the girl stated that it was definitely one of them four and that it was most likely one of the tallest ones: Brian and his friend Matt Evens. Like James, Brian strongly claimed his innocence and, like the previous boy was set free after it was proven that he had nothing to do with the whole affair.

Then came Robbie Cooper's turn.

Robbie had been sitting the room with a silent guard for five minutes before the homicide Detective, Jim Brass and the CSI supervisor Gil Grissom arrived. Seeing the boy with the knowledge he'd attained in the last few hours still haunting his thoughts was terrifying Grissom. That's my son! He kept thinking. And, true enough, looking at him now, things became clear; blue eyes, tan skin, strange interests in forensics and an A grade student, Robbie was exactly what Grissom had been at his age, only he had decent people skills.

"Robbie, you know Gil grissom" said Brass in lieu of introducing them.

Nodding, Robbie waited for one of the two men to speak.

"Tell us what happened again, Robbie" said Brass taking a seat in front of the boy while Grissom leaned against the one-way mirror.

"Well, we were at these girl's place for a party and some guys brought in a keg and everyone started getting, well, happy to say the least…"

"Did you drink?" asked Brass interrupting the boy.

"No. Anyway, after the second beer, the guys who aren't used to drinking accepted some weed from this guy, Taylor I think, and hooked up with some girls"

"Did you see who these girls were?" asked Brass taking notes.

Shaking his head, Robbie continued "no, I only know they were both blond, though one had darker hair than the other… after the party started to die down and we fell asleep. We, at least I, only woke up this morning with this girl screaming that she'd been raped. But I swear I don't' know anything about that!" he said looking at Grissom who was staying as inconspicuous and silent as possible.

"Listen, Robbie, I'm not going to lie, the evidence has been looking very bad for you and your friends, we were prepared to arrest you all for obstruction of justice and being accessories to rape…but now, we know it wasn't you, so you can go."

Strangely Robbie didn't' move, instead he asked "what did happen?"

Brass looked at Grissom who was apparently thinking the same thing as him; should they tell the boy?

"Well…hem…" said Grissom clearing his throat but not looking directly at his son "the girl, Miss. Joan Kitts's boyfriend apparently found her in bed with one of your friends…unfortunately, he recognised him as what he referred to as 'that rich brat'…"

"Evens…" said Robbie understanding what was going on.

"His girlfriend confessed to the rest when we threatened to throw her pretty little ass in jail" said Brass placing his note book in his pocket

"She said that her boyfriend made her say your friend raped her so they could get settlement money…however, he didn't know that it was easy enough tot ell if she was or wasn't raped" finished Grissom.

"Good, so you guys have Taylor in jail and we can all go free…" said Robbie and looked confused when Grissom shook his head.

"I'm afraid, when he heard that his girlfriend was being interrogated, Mr. Taylor skipped town…"

"So you don't know where he is?"

Brass shook his head "no…but we'll find him"

This time, it was Robbie who shook his head "No…you don'0t understand, Bo is violent. Chris isn't safe while he's free…"

"Robbie, we'll get them…" said Grissom and somehow it felt like when he was comforting his four year old, Colin.

"I…"

But now Brass' patience seemed to have run out "look, we'll speak to Mr. Evens and if he feels his life is in danger, we'll make arrangements for protection, you're free to go."

Sighing heavily, Robbie nodded his goodbye to each man and left.

Once the boy was gone, the two law-enforcers moved on to the next room where Christopher Evens was awaiting.

"Hi, Chris" said Brass.

"I didn't do it. You've got the evidence, don't you, it wasn't me!"

Feeling it was safe to talk again, Grissom spoke "No, Chris. You didn't rape her…"

"That doesn't change the fact that you didn't tell us you slept with her" added Brass as Grissom handed the boy some sheets of paper.

"See," continued Grissom "your semen was the only one found in Miss. Kits' SAE kit which means you were the only guy to have intercourse of any kind with her that night. However, the doctors who inspected her found no signs of sexual assault whatsoever. Which leads me to another critical question: Why would he want to say you raped her?"

Sighing, Chris shrugged.

"Here's what I think happened" said Brass handing the boy a photo of Bo Taylor "This guy also known as Bo Taylor found out you were doing his girl,." This bit of information received some level of surprised acknowledgement from the suspect "now I'll bet he wasn't too happy about that. HE also happened to know your daddy's loaded, so he tries to frame you. Seems like a plausible story to me."

"To me too" said the boy agreeing "so, you're going to arrest him right?" he asked looking slightly nervous.

"No, we're looking for him. Mr. Evens, do you feel your life is at risk while Mr.Taylor is on the loose?" asked Brass.

Slowly the boy nodded.

"Alright, I'll have officer Jones here," he motioned to the guard who was standing by the door "accompany you home and I'll have patrol cars circle the area"

Once the boy walked out followed by his new shadow, Grissom and Brass each left for their car, Grissom knowing that when he got home, he'd have to have a very serious conversation with his wife.

However, as the two men reached their cars, there was a sudden screech of tyres and cries of "Holly Shit!" and "Take cover!" before the night was torn with the sound of gunfire.

As suddenly as it had started, the gunfire ended and the car drove off as police sirens began wailing. Standing up from the place where he'd taken cover, Grissom started running to the place were several people were fallen.

When he got there, his heart seemed to stop. Drive by he thought as he took in the number of injured people. There were two women he didn't recognize sitting against a fence bleeding, and unconscious cop he recognised as Jones, a young boy lying next to him bleeding from the leg and, what struck Grissom the most, four late teenage boys fallen on the street, some unconscious, others wincing in pain and trying to crawl back to the pavement.

"Robbie!" shouted Grissom as he spotted his son lying on the floor.

Nothing.

He's dead. Please don't be dead. You can't be dead. Were the thoughts going through Grissom's mind in a sort of chant as he knelt next to the boy.

"Someone call 911!" shouted Brass making several bewildered cops jump and grab their cell phones.

Within 5 minutes, 8 ambulances had arrived, and the injured were transported to desert palms.

TBC

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