What The Eyes Can't See

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Chapter 5

As Brian had predicated, several hours passed before Emily stirred.

A slight moan, from the young woman, stirred Brian to go to the kitchen and retrieve a glass of water. He also wished to get her something nutritious for her to eat, before she drifted off into another deep sleep.

Grissom moved to take a seat on top of the coffee table so he could closely observe her.

The lids of her eyes twitched slightly before they opened to stare back at Grissom tiredly.

“Welcome back,” he said.

She smiled slightly and whispered, “I’m glad you’re still here. I can say good bye before you leave.”

He gently placed a hand over her laced fingers, “I want to thank you for helping us. If there is ever anything I can do in the future for you or your brother, don’t hesitate to call.”

She nodded slightly, wincing as a lance of pain traveled through her head. She looked at Grissom once the pain had passed and her smile broadened, “There is one thing…” she said slyly.

Without hesitation Grissom said, “Anything.”

“Give me a tour of the CSI headquarters?”

Grissom copied her smile, “Done.”

“And not the five cent tour that all visitors get either. I want the behind the scenes tour,” she clarified.

Grissom chuckled softly, “I will be your personal tour guide.”

“Perfect,” she whispered before closing her eyes again. She fell asleep before her brother ever returned from the kitchen.

Grissom squeezed her hands gently before standing. After saying good-bye to Brian, he left the exhausted Emily and met the squad car that had been sent for him.

*****

Grissom expressed his thanks to the officer that had driven him back to the Crime Lab before exiting the vehicle.

He strode through the front doors and began walking towards his office. It was early morning and as he approached the break room, he groaned slightly. The graveyard shift was currently standing in front of a small TV watching the late breaking news on the discovery of Mayor Miller’s son. One of the neighbor’s must have called the media as soon as they had seen the officers. The journalists must have drawn their own conclusions and had gone out to investigate it themselves.

As he watched from the open doorway, an image of an officer carrying the young boy protectively in his arms walked out of the house with Brass closely behind. The media rushed in and while several other officers barreled through the crowd in front of the officer holding Henry, Brass stayed to give a short comment to the circling vultures.

Grissom could hear one reporting bellowing, “Detective Brass, what evidence led you to this location?” There were also several other questions thrown at the man.

Holding up his hands and trying to calm the feeding frenzy, Brass commented, “We received an anonymous tip several hours ago. After verifying the validity of the tip, we came to the conclusion that the boy was here. That’s all.”

The questions seemed to get louder but Brass ignored them and continued walking to a nearby squad car.

The image switched over to a reporter in a studio, “We have confirmed that Henry Miller, grandson to Mayor Miller, has been found and has returned safely, home to his family. There is still no official report as to why the boy had been taken, nor has the identity of the kidnapper been released. We will keep you updated as the events unfold.”

Sara turned off the TV using a remote and stood with the rest of her co-workers in stunned silence. Questions and confusion over the case abound in their minds.

“Anonymous tip?” Nick asked out loud.

“I’m wondering if Gris and Brass knew about this ‘tip’ last night,” continued Catherine, her brow furrowed.

Before he could be seen, Grissom walked away from the break room and the questions that he knew he would be bombarded with. He wanted a little time, before he attempted to dodge those questions.

Grissom continued to walk down the hallway and was interrupted when Brass approached him.

“Ackers is here. I figured you’d want in on the Q and A.”

Grissom nodded and followed the shorter man to the main interrogation room.

*****

Grissom and Brass sat across from Michael Ackers. Ackers’ hands were propped up on the table and adorned with handcuffs. His lawyer sat stiff and still next to him.

Several minutes of negotiations passed between Brass and Ackers’ lawyer. Ackers’ lawyer claiming only child endangerment and Brass stated firmly that Ackers would be charge with kidnapping. Brass continued to inform Mr. Ackers that the only thing standing between Ackers and a full sentence, versus a lightened one, would be his full cooperation. They began the interviews.

“Mr. Ackers, when I talked to you several days ago, you told me that you didn’t believe that Henry was your son. Want to tell me what changed your mind?” Brass asked.

Grissom watched Mr. Ackers as he began his testimony, “I didn’t lie when I said I didn’t believe that Henry wasn’t my son…at least not until about six months ago.”

Mr. Ackers paused, “I was taking a shortcut through the park to get to my car when I spotted a young woman and child playing on the swing sets.’

“I don’t know why I stopped to watch the two, but there was something about the boy that made me pause. Something about the kid sparked a memory.’

“I watched for several minutes when it finally hit me. He…the little boy…” he shook his head, “If you had a picture of me at that age and placed it beside the boy, you would have thought the picture had just been taken.”

He looked at Grissom, “I was stunned and walked the rest of the way to my car. I couldn’t stop thinking about the boy. The next day, I made sure I was at the same park and hoped that the boy would be there again. At least to verify what I had seen and that it wasn’t some…figment of my imagination.”

“What happened than?” Grissom asked.

“They were on the swings again, laughing together. It was like the day before, I was amazed at the resemblance of the boy and myself at that age.’

“I couldn’t stand it anymore and had to find out who the boy was. So I went back to my office and started making calls. I hired a private investigator…and scheduled an appointment with my doctor.”

Mr. Ackers laughed sardonically, “Turns out I wasn’t as infertile as I thought and when I learned that the little boy was my wife’s…ex-wife’s son, it hit me. This really was my son.”

“So you find out you had a son and you…kidnap him. Why not just go to your lawyer and work out custody rights?” Brass asked.

The man shook his head, “After I accused Ann of cheating? Now, that her dad was mayor of Vegas? I knew that any custody rights I had had, were gone the moment I divorced Ann and threatened to reveal her ‘infidelities’ to the media. The chances of ever seeing my son again…ever having a moment in his life were slim to none.”

“How did you get Olivia Martinez involved?” Grissom asked.

“The investigator I had hired included a list of her known ‘hangouts’ in his report. I…I started to visit them, met her and we started to date,” he paused, “I’m not proud of getting Olivia involved but as far as I was concerned, she was my only link to Henry.’

“After a couple of months of dating, I told her the truth. Needless to say, she was…upset. It took several days of begging just to get her to talk to me. I begged her to listen and to help me.” He looked up at the two men sitting in front of him, “I made Olivia help me…I talked her into it. I told her that I only wanted a couple of days with Henry and that I would never hurt my son. I never told her that I wanted to take Henry away from Vegas. After Henry was at Olivia’s friend’s house, I told her my plans to lay low for a couple of weeks. Then I would move Henry out of the country, where I could raise my son. By then it was too late for Olivia to back out. She was an accomplice and knew she would go to jail if she didn’t cooperate with me.’

“Her friend never knew about Henry. We kept her completely in the dark. We told her that Henry’s name was Ralph and we kept her from watching the TV so she wouldn’t see the pictures of Henry being flashed on the news. Louise is elderly and rarely leaves the house so as long as we kept her inside and away from the news, we knew she would probably never make the connection between ‘Ralph’ and Henry.”

Brass leaned forward, “Well, Mr. Ackers, I think its safe to say that it may be awhile before you see your son again, if ever.”

With that Brass stood, followed by Grissom and walked out of the interrogation room. He nodded to the uniformed officer waiting outside and watched as he entered the room to take Mr. Ackers back to his cell.

Brass turned toward Grissom, “How’s Emily?”

“Resting when I left. From what Brian’s told me, she’ll be like that for several days, only waking for short intervals,” Grissom replied and smiled. “I promised to be her personal tour guide when she comes and visits.”

Brass chuckled and returned his attention to the hallway where another officer escorted Olivia Martinez to the interrogation room.

When Ackers passed Martinez as he was being escorted back to the holding cell, he never glanced at the woman who stared at him, pleadingly. After the two had passed, Olivia broke down into sobs. The officer leading her had to practically hold her up by the arm as he gently escorted her into the interrogation room.

“You wanna listen in on this one?” Brass asked.

“No, I have a feeling I already know what’s going to be said,” Grissom replied.

“Yeah, people will do strange things when they’re in love.”

Grissom only nodded his reply and began walking toward his office once again.

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