Author's Notes: I appreciate the reviews I got on the last two chapters. It wasn't as many so I'm not sure if that means people weren't as crazy about them as the others. If not, please let me know what was off about them. This will be the last chapter except for the epilogue so I hope you enjoy it and aren't disappointed in the reveal.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Blown Apart
Chapter 13

All eyes turned to Hawkes. After a couple of seconds, Mac couldn't take the suspense. "Who is it? What is his connection to the lab?"

"Okay, so I don't remember his name but I know where I can find it. As far as I know, he doesn't have a connection to the lab at all." Sensing that he was about to have everyone there jumping down his throat in about three seconds, he nodded toward the picture. "That's Steve Grant's brother-in-law. His name will be in the ME's files cause I'm pretty sure he's the one that claimed the bodies of Teresa and Sam Grant."

Mac couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you sure?"

Hawkes nodded. "I was in court almost every day during the trial and he was always there. He didn't have the tattoo or crew cut then but that's his face. I'll run down to autopsy and get Sid to check the file for his name." Without another word he headed for the elevator.

Adam looked confused. "So what are we thinking here? He was working with his brother-in-law to get revenge on the lab and then offed Grant to protect himself?"

Lindsay shook her head, a little surprised but pleased to find her theory might just pan out despite Mac's and Danny's doubt. "I'd say revenge all right - not against us but against Grant."

"I don't buy it." Flack disagreed. "He delivers a bomb here with a threat to blow up the lab all to draw you to his brother-in-law hoping to get him killed? Who thinks that way? I like Adam's theory better."

"Well, we won't know much of anything until Hawkes gets us the name and we bring him in for questioning. Adam, you are suppose to be recuperating, not making the rest of us look like slackers by solving the case for us." She winked to let him know she was joking and then gave Lindsay's uninjured hand a squeeze. "You okay, Lindsay? I know seeing that lab couldn't have been easy on you. I have a hard time looking at it and I was downstairs in Autopsy when the explosions happened."

"It was something I had to do so I don't regret coming here but it was a serious reality jolt."

Danny wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to lean against him. He could tell that she was emotionally and physically drained. "We should probably get you home and in bed."

"But we are so close to getting answers to all this." Lindsay protested weakly. The truth was, she felt ready to collapse right then and there but didn't want to admit to the weakness.

"It's still gonna be awhile before they get any answers. Once Hawkes has a name, they still gotta get an address and bring him in. As much trouble as he's gone to, whatever his motivation, I doubt he's just gonna roll over and start singing jus' cause they ask him nicely. Jo or someone will call and fill us in once they know something', right?"

Jo nodded, a little surprised that Danny wasn't the one pressing to stay. Lindsay looked equally surprised. She looked up at him. "Don't you want to be here?"

Danny locked his eyes on hers hoping to give her just a little of his own strength. He hated seeing her look so fragile. He could feel how her whole body was trembling with exhaustion. "Yeah, I wanna stay but what I'm gonna do is get my beautiful wife home and cater to her every need."

"That could be dangerous." Flack warned with a chuckle.

"She's worth it." Danny answered. He really was concerned that Lindsay had just about used up all her reserved strength and wanted to get her home before she really collapsed. He also knew that if he stayed, he'd have a hard time staying out of the interrogation room. He was already facing repercussion from getting personally involved the day before and he didn't want to make the same mistake two times in as many days. "Mac, you still up for giving us a ride home?"

Mac nodded proud of the maturity the decision Danny was making showed. He could also see how heavily Lindsay was leaning on Danny and knew the combination of her injuries and the emotional impact of seeing how close she'd come to dying was weighing heavily on her. As the married couple started toward the elevator, he looked back at Jo. "I'm coming back after I get them home. I know since I'm on leave I can't be a part of the interrogation but I want to be in the observation room when you do. I want to know exactly why this man targeted my lab and my people."

- CSI: NY - CSI: NY - CSI: NY -

Thirty minutes later, Flack and Jo were standing outside the business office of a local delivery company. A check of the name Hawkes had pulled from the file showed this to be his place of work. After what had happened when Mac and Danny had tried to bring in Grant, Flack didn't want to take any chances that this suspect knew they were coming. He had arranged for back-up by phone and had called for radio silence from everybody responding. Flack flashed his badge at the receptionist. "We need to see Tanner Moore."

The woman looked surprised. "He's our shipping manager. He's in the loading area supervising the loading of the vans for the afternoon deliveries. Would you like me to page him for you?"

Jo smiled at her. "That's okay. We'll announce ourselves."

They left the office and made their way down the loading bay. They spotted Moore standing at a van looking over a clipboard. They waited until they were close enough to him that he wouldn't be able to run without them catching him. "Mr. Moore?"

He turned. He didn't look at all fazed by the fact that he was being approached by two police officers. "Can I help you, officers?"

Flack couldn't help but notice the obvious absence of a tattoo of a red bird on the man's neck but didn't say anything about it. "Mr. Moore, I'm Detective Flack and this is Detective Danville. You're under arrest. Please turn around."

Moore didn't move. "May I ask what the charges are?"

"We'll start with impersonating a police officer and end with murder. Turn around." Flack waited until the man finally turned around and then placed the handcuffs on him.

They led him outside and turned him over to a uniformed officer who would deliver him to the precinct. Once Flack and Jo were in the car alone together, Flack turned her in confusion. "Wasn't there suppose to be a red bird on his neck? Are we sure he's the right guy?"

Jo was thoughtful. "He matched the rest of Adam's description perfectly. The tattoo could have been just a temporary job. Grant had red ink under his fingernails that I couldn't figure out. Could have been the ink from the tattoo."

Flack considered it. "Makes as much sense as anything else in this case has. You think it's wise that Mac listen in on our interrogation. Sawyers is still after his head on a platter."

"No, I don't think it's wise." Jo didn't lift her head off the headrest as she turned to look at Flack. "But you and I both know that Mac agreeing to stay in the observation room is as much concession he's going to make to the fact that he's on Administrative Leave. This is personal. Doesn't matter how much we are suppose to keep the two separate. This bombing blurred the lines of personal and professional entirely. If Danny hadn't been so concerned about Lindsay, he would have insisted on staying as well. Any of us would."

"I think Adam was planning to stick around as well. Said something about wanting to be there to make a positive ID. You think he's right about Moore working with Grant?"

"You have a sister, right?" Jo asked seemingly out of the blue. Flack nodded. "If, God forbid, someone killed her and her child, would you ever willingly work in tangent with her murderer on anything?"

Flack considered her question. "Not even close. He wouldn't live long enough for that to even be an option. Why?"

"As crazy as it sounds, I think Lindsay was on target with her theory. Sheldon was telling me about the case yesterday. He didn't even know the family and yet he remembers almost every detail - you can bet Moore remembers even more so. I can't imagine he had anything but hatred for his sister's murderer."

Flack pulled into his spot at the crime lab garage. "I guess we'll know soon enough."

- CSI: NY - CSI: NY - CSI: NY -

Twenty minutes later Flack and Jo sat on one side of the table in the interrogation room while Moore sat on the opposite side. During the intervening time, Flack had put their suspect in a line up and asked Adam to identify him as the man who had delivered the bombs and Grayson to do the same as the man who had entered. The latter's identification was going to be iffy in court after his earlier lie but he'd been adamant that this was truly the man he'd seen. Jo, in the meantime, did some checking on recent shipments of the delivery company Moore worked for.

"Your company has had some interesting discrepancies in shipments lately. Seems a recent delivery to the New York Police Department was short one uniform. A theater company reported filled out a claim on a missing concussion cannon. Butler Demolition also had a delivery recently of explosives but were short a few blasting caps, dynamite, timers, and a small amount of C4."

"Sometimes discrepancies happen usually it can be traced back to an error in the packing on the senders end. Is that why I'm here? Detective Flack mentioned chargers of impersonating an officer to murder."

Flack leaned back in his chair. "It all ties in, don't worry. See someone wearing that missing uniform dropped off two boxes to our crime lab yesterday. Those boxes just happened to contain a concussion bomb and an incendiary device. Those are mighty big coincidences, don't ya think?"

Moore didn't look at all fazed by Flack's questions. "I think I heard something about that on the news last night. I thought I also heard something about a suspect being shot by police detectives."

"That suspect was your former brother-in-law, Steve Grant. We found the uniform and some of the other missing items in his apartment. Any idea how they got there?" Jo supplied watching him carefully.

"Not at all. As you can imagine, I don't have any desire to spend time with him. I think I've only seen him a couple of times since he was released from the mental hospital. That was a couple of times too many."

Flack looked at Jo while playing with his pen. "See, this is what I think, Jo. I think Grant got out of the hospital and wanted to settle a score against the lab that led to his arrest. So he went to his former brother-in-law for help in securing the items he would need to carry out his plan to blow up the lab." Jo nodded as if accepting his theory. Flack turned his attention back to Moore. "Grant couldn't take the chance of being seen here at the lab; he might be recognized. So he talks you into making the delivery for him. Maybe without even telling you what you was actually delivering. Then you see the news and realized what he's done and you don't want any part of going to jail. So you make sure Grant doesn't live long enough to tell anyone your part in this. How's that sound?"

Moore wasn't even so much as sweating. Flack had to admit he was starting to have his doubts. "Sounds like a ludicrous fairy tale. If that's the best you have, I'd really like to leave now."

Jo awarded him with a lazy smile. "Oh we have more. Plenty more, actually. How about we start with picture time." She handed him the picture that Adam had created on his computer. "This is the person who delivered the bombs to the lab. Look familiar? Our lab tech that was there at the time provided us with that. He also identified you in the line up earlier."

For the first time, Moore shifted uncomfortably. ""The news reports didn't say anything about survivors from the explosion."

Flack smiled. "Yeah, we had the press withhold that information. We didn't want to put our officers in danger by letting their attempted killer know they survived."

Pointing to the tattoo in the photograph, Moore continued. "This person has a bird tattoo on his neck. You can clearly see that I don't have any tattoos."

Again Jo fielded the protest. "Perhaps you remember the swab of your neck that we took when we first brought you in. When we ran that swab through our computers we discovered a trace of red ink. Ink that is commonly used in temporary tattoos. You might have thought you got rid of it when you washed it off but only at a visible level. Part of the ink remained. Amazingly enough it was a match to the red ink we found under Grant's fingernails when he was brought to the hospital. That proves you were with him recently."

"Doing what?" Flack asked. "Making your plans to destroy the people who put him away? What could he possibly offer you that was worth getting into bed with the man who killed your sister and nephew?"

"Idiot, there's nothing that could make me work with that monster. Teresa was a wonderful person and the perfect mother. Everyone loved her. And little Sam was the apple of my eye. I loved that little boy like he was my own child, not my nephew. And that no good husband brutally took their lives. He laughed about it too. Claimed he was committing the perfect crime. He didn't think anyone would ever figure out he was responsible. If it hadn't been for the crime lab, he might have gotten away with it."

"So why help him hurt the ones who helped put him away?" Flack pressed.

Jo shook her head. "He wasn't helping him. He was framing him. Showing him how to commit the perfect crime. He delivered the bombs and the note to the lab counting on the fact that someone would connect the tattoo and the note to Grant." she turned her attention back to Moore. She could see he was on the brink confessing everything. "When Grant wasn't killed in the shootout, you had to step in again. Using a badge you stole from the lab when you delivered the bomb, you entered his hospital room and pulled the plug. You framed Grant for the explosion and a CSI for murder. You really thought you would get off scott free didn't you?"

His façade crumbled. "He showed up at my apartment two months after he was released. Talking about how he was a new man after his stay in the hospital. Showed me this bottle of pills that he said would make sure he didn't make the same mistakes he did before. Mistakes; as if killing Teresa and Sam had been mistakes. I couldn't take it. He had gotten away with murder. 5 years in a mental hospital is nothing compared to what he deserved. It took me several more months to make a plan and gather what I needed. I changed out most of his pills for placebos and waited until I was sure he was near a breaking point. I knew he listened to the scanner. I knew if he heard that the police were coming for him, he'd go ballistic. It was the perfect crime. I'd never be connected to it."

Flack was surprised. When Lindsay had first offered her theory about Moore getting revenge on Grant, he'd thought she was completely off the mark. But here Moore was confirming that theory. "Why the lab then? The only reason anyone knew Grant killed your sister and nephew is because the lab uncovered evidence implicating him. Why target them?"

"They should have found more!" Moore exploded with anger. "If they could discover that he was guilty they should have discovered he wasn't crazy and deserved the death penalty not some cushy mental hospital. Besides, the New York Crime Lab prides itself on getting their man. I knew if one or more of their own were killed, they wouldn't stop until they had the person responsible. I even took the uniform and bomb parts to his apartment after I left the lab. I left them there and told him what I had done. I bragged to him that they would come to get him and lock him away for good this time."

"I don't get it." Flack admitted. "If you wanted to make sure we suspected Grant, why not use a black bird tattoo instead of the red one? We knew Grant hadn't planted the bomb as soon as our witness saw him."

"Cause I didn't want to be him. I needed to match his description but I didn't want to look just like him. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Don't ask me to feel sorry that he's dead, because I don't."

Flack gripped the edge of the table and leaned in toward him. "What about our people you hurt? You feel sorry for them? One of them came real close to dying. She's a wife and a mother and she wasn't even here when Grant killed your sister and nephew. She didn't deserve the pain you've caused her."

Moore shrugged. "She's a cop; she knew the danger when took the job."

Enraged, Flack stood and crossed to the door, flinging it open. He motioned one of the officers standing guard to enter. "Get this piece of scum outta my sight."

Once Moore was out of the room, Jo leaned back and watched as Flack paced his anger out. "They always make the same mistake."

Flack stopped mid pace and looked at her. "What mistake is that? Thinking we won't nail them?"

She shook her head. "No, thinking there's such a thing as a perfect crime."