Chapter 9:

Grissom just grinned, the boy was right. They had been able to solve the old B&E case and the new one. The cold case involving the fast food restaurants had also been solved but there was a string of new ones. Grissom was sure it was none of his students, being true to his word Brass questioned everyone in the class and checked alibis.

"How about we grab a bite of lunch?" one of the other professors asked him.

"Thank," Grissom said, "But I have plans to met the Mrs. We're going over to that new place on 3rd. I hear the food is good and the service is fast. Sara has an appointment so we decided on fast food."

"Jakes is a good place to eat," the other gentleman said, "Well as far as 'fast food' joints go."

I'm going to take the rest of the afternoon off," Sara said, "I have a doctors appointment and Gil is going to met me for lunch."

"Go ahead, D.B. told her. Then he smiled, "Right now I have an appointment with a big cheeseburger and a tall glass of ice tea."

Grissom was sitting reading a book. He decided to wait and order after Sara arrived. Sara had just called and told him she was stuck in traffic and would be there in 10 minutes.

"No body move," he heard a voice yell, "Give me all the cash and I want everybody to drop their wallets into the bag."

Grissom lowered his book and found himself looking into the barrel of a gun, this was not the first time he had a gun in his face. He knew what he was going to do, he only hoped what he was about to do didn't get him killed, he didn't want to leave Sara alone.

Grissom slowly lowered his hand as if reaching for his wallet but he was reaching for his cane. In one easy movement he grabbed his cane and struck the hand that was holding the gun causing it to fall to the floor. Knowing he would pay for it later he fell to the floor and reached the gun just before the would be robber got to it.

"Don't think about moving," he said, pointing the gun at the man, "Someone call 911."

Grissom handed the gun to Jake, the owner, as two others helped him back into his chair.

Grissom had just sat when Sara walked in, "What's going on here?"

May, one of the cashiers, finished filling her in at about the same time the police arrived.

An officer cuffed the man and Sara took his mask off, "Marvin Wells."

Marvin Wells is a new hire at the LVPD. His job - he was the night desk clerk in Dead Cases room.

While Brass was talking to him he confessed. Like Robert, he thought that if he followed everything that was in the cold cases he wouldn't be caught.

Sara insisted that he go to the emergency room.

"You'll be late for your appointment," Gil told her trying to talk his way out of going.

"I'll reschedule," she said, "It's more important that you get yourself checked out."

He had purposely fallen on his right side so as not to cause any further damage to his bad knee.

"I didn't even hit that side," Gil said.

Sara just looked at him.

"Go," Brass said, chuckling, "You know your not going to win the argument any way."

"He's going to be black and blue in a few places," the emergency room doctor said, "But he is going to be OK."

Later that evening Gil was sitting on the bed, Sara handed him his pills.

After he took them Gil lay down, Sara snuggled close to him.

"What in heavens name were you thinking?" she asked.

Gil just smiled, "Hoping I wouldn't get myself killed."

Sara smiled, "Well I'm glad you didn't."

Having fun with this one but not sure if I should end this here or add to it so I'm looking for your input. If I do add more what kind of cases would you like to see the class help with.