I finally decided that the end was here. I'm not sure where else to take this but the conclusion fo the case and the conclusion of another work day for our ladies. ********************************************************************** Part 15 Sara walked off to a lab to grab a fingerprint kit and a swab kit. She needed samples from both Jonathan and Scott. Sara knew that she had to be grinning wildly. Hopefully, though not likely, no one would notice. I just had sex with Catherine. At work. In her office. Against her desk. Oh, god. I still want her. When did it happen that I turned into a sex maniac. I can't get her off of my mind. The smell, the feel, god, the taste of her. Even after I've had her, all I want is more. I think I might need therapy. Sara grabbed the kits and headed back to the interview rooms. Catherine was in with Jonathan again. Sara decided to start there. Catherine was trying to convince him to let Sara take the samples. "Listen, if you want to clear yourself in this whole mess, you need to let us take these samples. It's just fingerprints, and a quick saliva sample. No harm in that." Catherine was trying to make this easy. The kid could be stubborn though. "I don't think I want to do that. Maybe I should have my lawyer here." Sara said, "If you want. But he's going to tell you to give us the samples. It's the easiest way to clear yourself. Also, we'll be taking samples from your father." "Okay, okay. What do you need me to do? I just want to get out of here." "I'm going to take your fingerprints, and I'm going to have Catherine here take a swab of the inside of your mouth. It's all pretty harmless." Sara handed the swab kit to Catherine and then she moved over to Jonathan's side of the table to take his fingerprints. When they were finished, Sara got up to leave the room. "I'll get Greg to work on the swab, but I'm going to run the prints and see if we can't save ourselves some time." Catherine left the room also. Brass had told her just before she sat down with Jonathan again that Scott was also sitting in an interview room. Catherine grabbed the kits and headed in to speak with Scott. "Well, well. Looks like you weren't exactly Mr. Honesty when we spoke yesterday." "What do you mean Ms. Willows?" Scott Freese said, remaining seated and still trying to look like every bit of the gentleman he wanted to be. "Well, for starters, you had said that your split from Jessica was amicable. I don't think that abusing her qualifies as amicable." "Who told you I was abusing her?" He remained calm. "We've got two witnesses who say that right after she asked for a divorce you began beating her. And she's got healed fractures that are about the same age." Catherine said. She looked into Scott's eyes and could tell that the wall was crumbling. "Yeah. Guess I did hit her a couple of times." "A couple of times? She had more than a couple broken bones. And somehow, you though that we wouldn't find out you hit her? You're looking better and better as her killer, you know?" "So." Boy he's really getting on my nerves. And after I've had such a good day. Time for an alibi check. "So where were you five nights ago?" Catherine had received Doc's report and he confirmed a time of death as five nights ago. She had already spoken with Jonathan who could only say that he was `at a bar'. Pretty shaky. "Ironically enough, dining with my attorney. There were some outstanding issues from the divorce involving real estate deeds and car titles that needed to be cleared up. The only time either of us was available was dinner. So we ate at the Café in the Palms. Check with him." "I'm going to have to. Now I'm going to ask your for a saliva swab and for your fingerprints." Catherine said. "You can ask, but you won't get anything out of me without an order from the court. I'd like to have my attorney here." Calm and collected. But Catherine could see the anger behind his eyes. "If you say so." Catherine got up and left the interview room. At this time of night, it usually took attorneys about an hour to get to the CSI building. She checked in with Greg before going to find Sara. "You get a chance to run those samples for me Greg?" "Yeah, actually that's them printing out now." Greg said as he swiveled around in his chair to grab the report. "Oh and it's such a big surprise. Second blood sample on the knife has DNA belonging to the son. He looks to be the big bad." "Thanks Greg," Catherine said giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out the door to find Sara. Greg blushed. He may not have gotten the kiss from Sara yesterday that he wanted. But Catherine was just as attractive and he certainly didn't mind a kiss from an attractive woman. Catherine went to the fingerprint lab, where she found Sara hunched over a comparison microscope dutifully checking the prints. Catherine immediately got a great idea. Catherine came up behind her, knowing that when Sara's works an elephant could sneak up on her. She gently brushed some stray hair behind Sara's ear before leaning down and licking her ear, just as Sara had done to her. Sara knew she was otherwise alone, and that only one person would have done that. "Mmm." She practically hummed in appreciation. Catherine stayed leaning over Sara and repeated the move. Sara voiced a low, "Yes." Catherine could tell from the way Sara spoke that she was definitely enjoying the attention. "I have DNA results for you." Catherine whispered into her ear. This was definitely not the words Sara was hoping to hear. They were good words, but she was expecting something more along the lines of another invite into Catherine's office. Ah, yes. Work now, play later. "Okay. You show me yours and I'll show you mine." Sara told her, thinking of more than just test results, but remaining serious nonetheless. "Promise?" Catherine questioned. "Anyway, Greg ran the son's DNA for us real quick and it's his blood on the knife with the vics. How about the prints?" "Jonathan's. But there's still a second set of prints on the knife that we can't account for. His lawyer might go for reasonable doubt if we don't find out whose they are and why they're on that knife. How about the father?" "Oddly enough, he lawyered up. The kid just gives us the samples, when it looks like he did it, and his dad refuses until a lawyer is present. That's one screwed up family. But the lawyer should be here in another twenty minutes." "Good. I'd like to finish this one up soon. Don't need too many distractions tonight." Sara got up from the stool she was sitting in and walked over to the other side of the table. She motioned for Cat to follow and look at the table. Spread out on the table were pictures of the crime scene. Mostly pictures of the body and the blood surrounding it. Catherine was confused. "What am I supposed to see?" "Something that should be there and isn't." Sara was not being all that helpful. "More specifically something that was there and was then taken away." Still no clues as to what Catherine was supposed to be seeing in the pictures. Catherine continued her concentration on the photos, and didn't even notice that Sara had left the room. Sara left Catherine to figure out her puzzle, and wandered into the break room for some coffee. She knew that Grissom wouldn't like to see anyone on the staff just sitting around, but for right now she didn't care. After all, they had their case wrapped up, and all they were waiting on was Scott Freese's lawyer to show up so that they could lay out all the evidence in front of him. Jonathan was going to go to prison for killing his mom. Maybe, if Scott was lucky, they'd end up in the same prison. Catherine felt a surge of excitement as she finally figured out what she was looking for. She grabbed a picture and hurried off to find Sara. Sara was still in the break room sipping on a cup of coffee while reading one of the many forensic journals that sit around the break room. "I've got it!" Catherine said triumphantly. "Oh yeah? What have you got?" Sara asked. She was having fun with this. She wanted Catherine to spell out everything she had already discovered. Catherine slammed the picture down on the table. "This outline right her, the killer left the knife in the blood. Then someone came back later after the blood had dried a little and removed the knife." "Very good, you should win a prize." Sara teased Catherine. "So who do you think took the knife? Did Jonathan come back for it?" "He doesn't really seem like the return to the scene type. But it could have been him I guess. But there's still that extra set of prints on the knife. We know that Jonathan's are on there. We know that the second set doesn't belong to the girlfriend, because her prints are on file and we would've gotten something right away. Wait a minute, do you think that Scott took the knife back?" "Wow. Two correct in a row. Yes, I really think that he did it. We know he abused his wife, so he could be the violent type. But at the same time he's very passive. Maybe he figured if she was already dead, then what's the harm? I'll bet you breakfast that he took the knife and used it to stab his wife in the back. Metaphorical, kind of like how Jonathan sliced up her voicebox." "Breakfast, huh? Okay I'm in. either way I come out the winner." Catherine leered at Sara. And Sara knew that Catherine was right. But hey, Sara would be having fun along the way and in the end she would win as well. Hell, she already had. She had Catherine. Catherine turned and looked out the door of the break room. "Looks like our lawyer is here. Who should we go after first, Jonathan or Scott?" "I say Scott. His lawyer is here now, and if he confirms the alibi, then it looks like Jonathan is our boy. Plus, we can get the samples from him and have Greg run the tests while we talk with Jonathan about how he's going away for a while." Sara and Catherine went to the interview room where Scott and his lawyer were waiting. They skipped any pleasantries and jumped right in. "Were you with your client five nights ago?" Catherine asked. "Sure was. Had some things about the divorce to settle up. Are you going to tell me why we are all here?" "We are here because your client abused his wife while they were married. Now she's dead. All we want are his fingerprints and a mouth swab. He wanted to speak with you." Sara told the attorney brusquely. She had been having a long night, and since it was nearing its end, she wanted to finish this up without overtime so she could take Catherine home. Scott and his lawyer whispered to each other for a few minutes before the lawyer spoke up. "My client assures me that he was not involved in the murder of his ex-wife. I have convinced him to let you take his fingerprints and a saliva swab." "Good." Sara said. She began fingerprinting Scott while Catherine took the mouth swab. Sara thought to herself, we've got you now. You should have told you lawyer to refuse. You may not have killed her, but desecration of a corpse is still a crime. Sara had convinced herself that Scott was somehow involved, and now she was going to have the evidence to back it up. "I'll get the swab to Greg. Get him to rush it again. Sara? You think you can get to work on the prints? Hate to keep Mr. Freese here delayed any longer," Catherine said with a smirk. "Sure thing. Give me ten minutes and I'll have your results." Catherine waked off to find Greg again while Sara headed back to her lab room. Sara scanned the prints into AFIS and used the comparison microscope to manually check the prints. Sara finished her comparison just seconds before the computer. Both had come up with a match. The second set of prints on the knife were Scott's. She met Catherine out in the hallway. "Match," was all Sara said. "Greg tells me that his DNA wasn't at the scene. But that doesn't mean he didn't do anything. Feel like talking with him?" "Sure. You want to talk with Jonathan again? After the shot he took at you I think you might enjoy watching him get arrested and hauled off." Sara lightly teased. Sara walked down the hall back to Scott's interview room silently wondering why nobody had bothered to number the interview rooms. It would make things so much easier. "Scott. Got some bad news for you. Turns out your prints were on the murder weapon." Sara watched as Scott squirmed in his chair. "Doesn't look good for you. Might want to talk to your lawyer about that." "But I didn't kill her." Sara wanted to play with this, see if maybe she couldn't get him to confess to something. "Well right now, it looks like you did. You abused her…" "But I didn't kill her." His face was starting to look a little red. "And now she's dead." Sara finished. "But I didn't kill her." Oh, he was getting close. His face was red and his voice was rising. His attorney knew, or thought he knew, where this was going, and placed a hand on Scott's arm to try to get him to shut up. "You're prints are on the murder weapon." Sara played on what she assumed was his anger at women in power, and walked to the door, where she stuck her head out and asked for Officer Rennie to step in. Officer Stephanie Rennie. "At this time, I'm going to have Officer Rennie here take you down to booking. Have a nice trip." That did it. He nearly exploded. Guess he really didn't like women in power. "But I didn't kill her. She was already dead." He practically screamed. "Shit!" He yelled loudly, having finally figured out he had been played. "When was she already dead?" Sara asked. Scott's lawyer was attempting to get Scott to shut up, but he had already spilled the beans, so he let it all out. "She was already dead when I found her. Three days ago. I tried to take her the papers from the divorce, and no one answered my calls or my knocks on her door. I found her in the garage in a pool of blood. Someone had already killed her. But they left the knife. I picked it up and was going to walk away with it but I turned back. I don't know why. I turned back and did to her what she had done to me. I stabbed her in the back. She had no right to tell my son." Sara had heard all she needed. She went over to Officer Rennie and told her to arrest Mr. Freese. She walked out the door with a satisfied smile on her face. She had been right. Oh what a feeling. She saw Brass walking down the hall with a crying Jonathan and walked over to Catherine. "He fess up too?" Sara asked. "Yes, started bawling like a baby when I lined up the evidence. Told me he didn't know how it happened. His mom told him about his dad and he just went into a rage." "All's well that ends well, right? Father and son off to prison, and we're off to breakfast." "Ends well, right. Dead mom, wrecked family. Twins with no parents. Sure did end well." Catherine remarked sarcastically. "Well hey, we still have breakfast. My place." Sara said with a grin. ********************************************************************** So that's it. The end of my first fic. Took me long enough. I hope you all enjoyed the ride.