Affliction

Chapter 10.

Grissom and Sara ran down the lab corridor heading for the morgue. Oddly they had entered the lab without a question or a stare. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. All busy in their offices.

Doc Robbins appeared as they reached the room.

“Gil…Sara…” He said shocked. “What are you doing here?”

Grissom caught his breath. “Al, we have to see him.”

Doc Robbins shook his head. “No you don’t.”

Sara chocked back on a sob. “Ohhh god!” She tried to push past Robbins.

Grissom grabbed her seeing the look in Robbins eyes. He placed a comforting hand on Sara’s arm.

“Sara it’s not Michael.”

Sara’s eyes widened as Grissom felt his heart rate slow a little.
“What?” She whimpered.

Doc Robbins smiled a little. “It’s not Michael.”

“Are you sure?”

Robbins nodded. “I’m positive. The boy they brought in is Latino, so yes, I’m sure.”

Sara closed her eyes sighing heavily, but then her body trembled, her eyes refused to open. Her world went black and she collapsed.”

Grissom acted with lightening speed and scooped Sara into his arms.
He looked at Robbins.

“Take her to the break room, I’ll grab my bag and I’ll check her out.” He said quickly.

Grissom nodded and hurried back down the corridor, Doc Robbins in hot pursuit.

As he reached the break room Greg walked out.

“Grissom!” He said shocked. “What happened?”

“She collapsed, step aside Greg, please….”

“Oh, shit…yeah.”

Grissom carried Sara into the break room and laid her softly on the couch, stepping aside as Doc Robbins rushed in.

Grissom held his hand to his face, his fingers nervously paced over his stubble bearing skin as he watched Robbins examining Sara.

“When was the last time Sara ate or drank Gil?” He asked checking her blood pressure.

Grissom thought. “Last night, she hasn’t eaten anything at all today, I haven’t seen her drink anything either, the coffee…” Grissom remembered the coffee cup falling as they watched the news report and shook his head, “it doesn’t matter. Is she going to be alright, should I call an ambulance?”

Robbins checked Sara’s pupils and heart rate. “She’ll be fine, from what I can see, she’s suffering from exhaustion and more than likely a little dehydration. Mixed with the stress you are both under, and Sara’s pregnancy, it’s not a good combination. I suggest we let her sleep, she needs the rest but when she wakes she needs to eat and drink something. No arguments. It’s not good for her and it’s especially not good for the baby to go without eating. I know Sara is a very stubborn woman Gil but you need to get her to look after herself. Okay?”

Grissom nodded. “I will, thanks Doc.”

Robbins stood and smiled a little. “No problem, if you need me, you know where to find me.”

Grissom nodded and Robbins headed back to the morgue.

“Can I do anything to help?” Greg asked, hovering in the doorway.

Grissom thought for a second. “Can you watch Sara for a minute while I go to my office to get a blanket?”

Greg nodded. “Of course.”

Grissom rushed to his office, unlocked the door and ran to a cabinet in the far corner. He grabbed the blanket which nestled on the bottom shelf and headed back to the door. He flicked off the light and was about to leave the office when he suddenly stopped. He slightly pulled the door closed, obscuring himself from anyone who may look his way and watched in slight disbelief as Bobby Stevens was escorted down the corridor by Brass and several officers. They were heading for the interrogation room. They disappeared from Grissom’s view, his mind was spinning. He sighed heavily leaning his head against the door for a moment. He needed to know what was going on. He quickly locked his office door and rushed back to the break room. He removed his jacket and softly lifted Sara’s head, popping it underneath as a make shift pillow. Quickly but tenderly he covered her with the blanket.

“Greg, can you do me a favour?” He asked satisfied that Sara was comfortable.

Greg nodded. “Anything.”

“Can you stay with her for me? I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“Where are you going?”

“There’s something I have to do.”

“Are you sure you should be…”

“Please Greg…”

Greg sighed a little, despite his better judgement this was still Grissom. “Okay.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

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Brass and Catherine entered the interrogation room. Bobby sat at the table fondling his cuffed wrists. He looked up to see the two familiar faces and grinned. Catherine sat opposite him while Brass hovered behind her.

“What’s so funny?” Brass asked his tone dry and serious.

Bobby held up his hands in mock defence. “Nuthin.”

Grissom reached the room and stood tensely, watching through the glass.

“So…” Catherine began, “…Mr Stevens, you know why you’re here…”

Bobby shook his head. “Haven’t got a clue.”

“Really?”

Bobby smiled. “Really.”

Catherine pulled a photograph from her file and slid it across the table. “You recognise that man?”

Bobby picked up the photograph.

“You know I do.” He dropped it back on the table.

“Your brother right?” Brass asked.

Bobby nodded.

Catherine picked up the photograph. “He was a Marine right?”

Bobby nodded. “Was.”

“Pretty good with a weapon would you say?” Brass interjected.

“Well, if you’re a sniper I guess you gotta be don’t ya.”

“He had a good record for a while.” Catherine continued. “Until he lost it and got himself dismissed. Unable to take orders, insubordination, violence towards his fellow officers, excessive anger….”

“Look!” Bobby snapped. “It’s nice to hear about the family but what the hell does this have to do with me?”

Catherine pulled another picture from her file, again sliding it across the table.
Bobby picked it up and grinned. “Cute.”

Brass snapped the picture from his fingers and hovered over him.
“Yes he is, and we would like him to stay that way. Where is he?”

Bobby laughed as Brass stood back a little. “I have no idea who that is so why the hell should I know where he is?”

Brass handed the picture back to Catherine, she placed it on the table.
“Oh you know who it is.” She said.

Bobby held his hands over his heart. “No, I don’t.”

“That…” Catherine lightly stroked the picture, “…is Michael Grissom. I believe you already know his parents.”

Bobby fought back a grin as Catherine continued.

“He was abducted last night from his home. His nanny was shot, she may not survive.”

“Shame. I don’t know anything about it.”

Brass fought back his emotions. “You expect us to believe that!”

Grissom could feel himself tensing further. This scum bag was toying with them and he knew it.

“It’s up to you what you believe cop, I don’t know anything.”

Catherine pulled a record from her file. “So tell me, why is it that you got a visit from your brother last week?”

Bobby shrugged his shoulders. “He’s my brother. He wanted to say hello.”

“Oh really? Well, it’s the first time he has visited you in two years. Why now?”

“I don’t know. Like I said, he wanted to say hello.”

Brass circled the table. “So, what did the two of you talk about?”

“The weather.”

Brass fought back the urge to ram Bobby’s head into the table.
“You know it’s funny cos he also visited your wife the day before he came to see you.”

“So?”

“So he didn’t happen to mention that to you? Or the fact he more than likely was going to aid her escape from prison?”

“Nope.”

“Come on…” Brass tried the nice guy act. “If you co-operate we…”

“You what? What are you possibly going to do for me huh? Reduce my sentence to what, erm just life? Ha! Write my mother a note, tell her I’ve been a good boy? Bull shit! You’re not gonna do anything for me whether I co-operate or not.”

Grissom clenched his fists tightly, there were getting no where with this.

Bobby looked at Catherine and leaned forward slightly. “There is one thing you can do for me though.”

Catherine frowned slightly, was she going to get something out of him? “What?”

“You can tell Grissom when you see him, that if his wife ever gets sick of him, I’ll be more than happy to have her on my cock again!”

Grissom felt his blood boiling and snapped. He stormed through the door and lunged for Bobby before Brass or Catherine could react.

He yanked him from his chair and launched him against the wall, pinning him down with his full body weight.

“Where the hell is my son you bastard!?”

Bobby just grinned as Brass grabbed Grissom.

“Gil! Stop! You can’t do this.”

Grissom struggled as Brass pulled him from Bobby’s smirking body.
“I need a little help in here!” Catherine shouted knowing Brass wouldn’t be able to hold Grissom long.

Bobby spat at Grissom’s feet as two officers ran in, helping to restrain Grissom.

“I ain’t telling you nothing Grissom you pig! I hope you get your son back in pieces you damn fuck!”

Grissom gritted his teeth as he still struggled with the officers and Brass.

“Gil stop! Please!” They managed to get a grip on him and began to pull him out into the corridor.

“Give my regards to your wife!” Bobby shouted.

“Shut it!” Catherine hollered. “Sit down and stay put!”

Bobby did as requested as she followed the others out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Grissom shrugged everyone off. Brass stood back and tried to catch his breath, Grissom was a strong man and trying to hold him back was no easy task.

“What the hell are you playing at Gil?” Catherine shouted.

Grissom took a deep breath, trying to bring himself under control.

“Do you realise you may have just ruined any chance we had of getting anything out of him?”

Grissom frowned. “He’s playing with us Catherine! He was never going to give us anything.”

“So you thought roughing him up a little might help? Gil you’re better than that!”

Grissom’s mouth twitched. “Back off Catherine, you have no idea how I’m feeling right now.”

“I think you should go home Gil, you’re no use to anyone while you’re like this.”

“Excuse me? You are not telling…”

“I suggest you have these officers escort you home.”

Grissom scowled at her.

“I’ll get backed up on this Gil and you know it, you shouldn’t be here, not yet.”
Grissom frowned, turning quickly he shot down the corridor.

“Gil!”

The officers looked at Brass. “Don’t worry fella’s I’ll sort this out, you watch him.” He pointed to Bobby through the glass.

Brass hurried after Grissom and Catherine followed.

Grissom reached the break room, Sara had just woken and had her head leaned back against the sofa.

“Grissom are you okay?” Greg asked noticing Grissom’s flushed look.
Grissom didn’t answer but knelt on the floor next to Sara.

“Honey? Honey….”

Sara looked at him. “Huh? What happened?”

He stroked her cheek lightly. “I’ll explain on the way home, can you walk?”

Sara nodded. “I think so.” She sounded groggy and still out of it.

Grissom took her hand and pulled her up but her legs wobbled and she fell back onto the sofa.

“Maybe walking isn’t such a good idea,” she mumbled.

Grissom slid an arm under her legs and pulled her against his chest and tightly into his arms.

Sara hooked an arm around his neck. “Wh…what are doing?”

Grissom looked at Greg. “We have to go, we’re not welcome here, and I don’t particularly want to be around people who think I’m making things worse.”

Greg frowned, he had no idea what was going on.

Grissom walked towards the door as Brass stepped in. He looked a little shocked when he saw Sara’s state. He didn’t even know she was here.

“Gil….”

“Save it Jim, and don’t worry, we’re leaving. Hold on honey.”

Sara tightened her grip as he pushed passed Brass. Catherine appeared.

She gasped a little. “What happened?”

Grissom shook his head. “Don’t even bother Catherine, I don’t think I’m in a fit state to talk to you. Right?”

Catherine opened her mouth to talk but Grissom just brushed past her, but then he stopped and turned.

“Oh, just one thing Catherine. Put yourself in my shoes. What would you do if it were Lindsey that was missing?” With that he turned back around and walked away.

Catherine sighed looking at Greg. “What happened?”

“Sara collapsed. They came in thinking that the young boy brought in was Michael. I guess it was too much for Sara and she passed out.”

Catherine looked at Brass. “I was a little tough?”

Brass shrugged his shoulders a little. “Maybe, maybe not. I think Grissom just needs a little time, and, a little understanding.”

Catherine sighed once again and nodded, taking out her cell phone.

Grissom reached his car. “Honey I’m gonna put you down alright? You okay to stand?”

Sara nodded and Grissom softly placed her on the ground. She steadied herself against the car as Grissom unlocked it, helping her inside he buckled her in. His cell phone rang. He shut the car door and pulled out his phone looking at the caller I.D. Catherine.

He chewed on his bottom lip thinking twice about answering it. He flipped it open.

“What do you want Catherine?”

“I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“No I’m not okay but it doesn’t matter how I am. Just find my son…” He was about to hang up…

“Gil…look I’ll call you when we have something okay? I just think you need a little more time and then I’m sure we could use your help.”

Grissom sighed. “Fine, call me.” He hung up, quickly squeezing his eyes closed, attempting to dismiss the approaching migraine he had a feeling was on its way.

“Doctor Grissom?”

Grissom turned to see his two baby sitting officers. “Captain Brass has ordered us to escort you.”

Grissom slipped his cell phone back into his pocket. “Okay.”