"What do you mean, Greg?" Catherine asked, an evil grin on her face. "You're already old and partly grey," she continued, moving out of Greg's reach just in the nick of time to avoid him swatting her arm.
Sara and Morgan laughed. They laughed so hard that tears began to slide down their cheeks. It wasn't until Greg threw pillows at the two of them that they finally calmed down and wiped away the errant tears.
"Okay, I think we achieved our goal, Morgan," said Greg. "Sara's clearly happy and doing well. We should get going, give her the chance to calm down before she decides she's ready for bed."
"I'm not leaving," said Morgan. "It's only been an hour since we got here. That's not enough time. I need at least another hour with Sara and Catherine. But, you can leave if you really want to."
Rolling his eyes, Greg sighed. Morgan was stubborn, and he loved that about her, but sometimes it drove him insane. "Okay, I guess I can wait another hour. Hopefully Nick arrives soon, though."
As if hearing his name, the door opened and Nick walked in, carrying a small duffel bag and wheeling a suitcase along behind him. He dropped his luggage near the front door and walked over, smiling.
"Hi, Greggo, Morgan. When did you get here?" Nick asked as he gently placed a kiss on Sara's head.
"An hour ago," Morgan stated.
"It's about time you got back," Greg said. "I could use your help stopping these three from ganging up on me."
"You don't think you'd really win against them, do you?" Nick questioned. "You're fighting a losing battle. Come and help me."
Greg shot up from his seat and almost ran after Nick, causing all three of the women to start laughing again.
"Detective Vartann," said Officer Stevens, "Mr Grissom is in the interrogation room, waiting for you. He keeps asking why we brought him in- he definitely doesn't believe that it's over a credit card scam. We didn't want to say anything about the real reason for bringing him in."
"No problem, I'll handle it from here," said Vartann. He turned to Russell. "Are you coming along?"
"You bet I am. Sara is my CSI, and I'm going to get to the bottom of this, once and for all," answered Russell.
Less than five minutes later, Russell and Vartann were sitting at an interrogation table across from Grissom. The older man was leaning back in his seat, looking completely at ease. His nonchalance irked Russell, who immediately thought to himself that smug was an understatement. Grissom clearly knew why he was there, and he was oozing confidence that told Russell that he felt sure that he'd be getting away with what he'd done.
"Mr Grissom," said Vartann. "I'm Detective Vartann. My officer tells me that you want to know why you're here?"
"I know why I'm here, and it's has nothing to do with credit card scams. You're smarter than that, so why are you bringing me in on false charges?" Grissom responded with a sly smile.
"You're correct that it has nothing to do with credit card scams. You're here because you've been identified as one of two kidnappers in a missing person's case. The person that was kidnapped identified you."
"And you believe that?"
"I do. I'm not in the habit of discrediting my victims without good cause. Given that this victim has known you for the better part of twenty years, I'd say they are well equipped to know if it was you or not."
"Who would this so-called victim be?"
"Sara Sidle," said Russell, unable to keep quiet any longer. "The woman that you strung along for years until you found the right time to dump her and leave her questioning what happened."
"We have enough evidence to charge you with kidnapping, Mr Grissom," bluffed Vartann. "Why don't you save us the trouble of a trial and admit to what you've done?"
"Sara is a good liar," Grissom sneered. "Why would you want to believe a liar?"
"I find it easier to believe that you are a liar than Ms Sidle." Vartann pulled a control from the side of the table towards himself. "We have you on camera."
Vartann pressed play and a TV that had been nestled in the corner of the room came to life. Camera footage rolled for close to two minutes before Vartann stopped it, a grainy picture paused on the screen.
"That's you, correct?" Vartann asked.
"Visiting a warehouse is not a crime," Grissom said.
"Visiting a warehouse is not, that's true. Visiting a warehouse that is behind locked chain-link fencing that was abandoned years ago is trespassing, and therefore a crime. I can arrest you for breaking and entering, but I think you would easily beat that charge. I'm more interested in charging you with kidnapping and torturing a law enforcement officer. That warehouse was where we found Ms Sidle three days after she was kidnapped. I can play the footage again, let it run longer, if you like, but we can see you enter that warehouse and not leave for several hours. Care to explain that?"
