Chapter 15

Grissom was still smiling about the whole "Mrs. Ecklie" thing when Hodges and Wendy walked in.

"Where's Greg?" David asked.

"He's in AV going over some tapes we just brought in on our case," Gil answered.

"I just wanted to thank him for taking Wendy to your place the other day. I had intended to come but got called into work at the last minute," Hodges told Gil and Sara.

"We were wondering where you were," Sara said.

"Well I have to run, please thank him for me," David said as he left.

"Sara. I got a hit on that blood evidence you brought in," Wendy said handing her a slip of paper.

"Jeff Wilson? Why dose that name sound familiar?" Sara wondered.

"Wasn't that drug dealer you put away last month a Wilson?" Sara asked Gil.

"Yes. His name was Henry. I believe there was a younger brother named Jeff," Gil replied taking out some notes, "Yes, I thought so. Jeff was arrested too but his case was dismissed because he is only 15 and no one could prove for sure he was at the apartment."

"Well we can prove for sure he was involved with what happened at the basketball court and he was involved in the drive by. His prints and blood were on the steering wheel of the van," Sara said. "I'm going to call Jim and have him picked up. Not to mention the fact it is his fault that a brand new pair of jeans were ruined," she said looking at her knee. Sara was leaving to change her jeans she called Brass.

"What lady is taking up all of Greg's time now days? I have tried to catch him at home to thank him but he's never there," Wendy asked.

"Catherine's mother," Gil said.

"WHAT?" Wendy said, "He's dating Catherine's mother?"

Gil laughed, "No. They are co-authoring a book. It's about old Vegas. You know, the mobsters, gangsters and what not; all that stuff that happened in old Vegas."

"Greg always said he was going to," Wendy said, "And Lilly is a good one to help him out."

"I need to get back to work," Wendy said, "See you all later."

Sara stuck her head in Gil's office, "Gotta run. Jim has the arrest warrant."

"Bye," Gil said, "and be careful." Sara blew him a kiss and showed him the sign for 'I love you' as she walked out.

As they pulled up to the apartment where Jeff Wilson lived Brass looked at Sara, "What's the rule?"

"Don't go in until the scene has been cleared," Sara said is a sing song child like voice.

"Good, I can't have my name sake hurt because his Momma wants to play hero," Jim said smiling.

Sara stood outside the door while Jim and the other officers cleared the apartment. From the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Jeff. He had started to come out the apartment next door but ducked back in when he seen the police cars. Knowing the only other way out was a fire escape, Sara walked around to the side of the building. Sara was waiting for him, as his feet hit the ground Sara pointed her weapon at him. "LVPD, on your knees and hands on top your head."

He turned and was about to run, "Don't do anything stupid," Sara said cocking her gun, "I'm still pissed about the jeans."

Wilson froze. When he heard voices in the back yard Jim followed them and found Sara. "Look who I found," Sara said as Jim cuffed him. "He must want to be a fireman," she said smiling, "cause he was climbing down the fire escape."

Sara and Jim questioned him. He refused to give them the names of the other two boys involved.

"Then I guess you will be the only one going away for life," Brass said.

"What ya talkin about," he asked.

"One of the boys you beat up at the basketball court didn't make it," Sara told him.

"That makes it murder," Brass said. "So you are looking at 1 count of murder, 3 counts of attempted murder and 1 count of assault." Brass said.

"And that does not include the charges connected with the drive by shooting," Sara added.

"Hey, if you want to take the rap all by your self, I don't care," Jim said.

That seemed to be enough to convince him to give up the other two involved. Warrants were issued and arrests made. With that case wrapped up, Sara went back to the lab.

"Grissom wants to see you in his office," Nick said as she came in the door.

Sara walked in, Gil was standing behind his desk. He didn't look at all happy.

"HI," Sara said smiling at him.

"That's not going to work," Gil said in his "supervisors" voice.

Normally a smile would have gotten Sara out of any trouble she was in, it always usually melts his heart.

"I thought I told you to be careful?" Gil said.

"I was," Sara told him. "I stayed outside until the apartment was cleared, just like I was told to do. It's not my fault that our suspect was visiting a neighbor."

"No," Gil said, "but it was your fault that you did not tell someone you seen him so they could take care of things."

"And what? Have him half way to who knows where by time I found someone to tell?" Sara said.

"It is just that ..... " Sara cut him off. "Let's not go back down that road again," she said. "Nick or Warrick or Catherine or Greg and even you would have done the same thing."

"You're right," Gil said, "I'm sorry".

Catherine knocked on Gil's door, she and the fellas went into the office.

"Here," Catherine said handing Sara a bag. Opening the bag Sara found a new pair of jeans. She started to laugh.

"We're all tired of hearing you complain about the stupid hole in your jeans," Catherine said laughing.

"But they were ..... "

"BRAND NEW," everyone said at the same time.