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Chapter 7

Suddenly someone was coming into the light of his flashlight and Greg froze alarmed.

It was Sara.

Greg let out his breath, relieved. "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in the hospital," he asked surprised and relaxed again.

Sara crossed her arms and said: "I yell ... uh ... talked to the hospital staff until they let me go. They repeated all the time that I had a concussion and should stay there, blah, blah. I'm fine, you can believe me. I called Grissom and asked him where you were. Of course he tried to talk me out of it, but finally he told me. So I came here."

"Where's Sophia?" Greg asked.

"Oh, she just left. I think she was glad that I'm here because she has a lot of work to do."

Sara looked at the paper he was holding. "What have you got?"

"I've just matched the prints on this bottle to Mr. Frank Lodge, the son of an old friend of the two victims," Greg told her at least slightly proud.

Sara raised her eyebrows. "I think you have to explain a lot."

And so he did. After he had finished, Sara shook her head smiling. "I'm away for a short period of time and you come so far. Good job," she said and patted Greg's shoulder.

Greg looked at the paper in his hands with the results from the bottle. He looked up to Sara. "There were traces of colchicines in the bottle. I think we should try and get a DNA sample from Mr. Lodge now and have a talk with him. Do you want to call Brass?" he asked.

"It's your turn," Sara answered, suppressing a grin.

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Sara was walking along a corridor in the lab and was just passing Grissom's office when he called her from inside of it. She turned around and entered the office.

He was sitting behind his desk and looked at her.

"I just wanted to say ... it's good that you're back," he said.

Sara smiled. "Anything else?" she asked.

"No."

Sara smiled again and left.

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Sara and Greg stood some steps away from the door of the interrogation room and talked. Sara, who was with her back to the door, turned around just the moment when Frank Lodge walked into the room. She hissed. Greg looked to her and asked what was up quietly.

"I know him. He is the guy who ... who dragged me off, who ... And I remember him. He is the guy who waited for Gary Pauling when he was making his statement. That's why I recognized him in the kitchen," Sara whispered, but talked very fast, fighting hard to suppress her anger.

After Greg had recovered from the surprise he suggested Sara better to stay out of the interrogation and let him and Brass handle it. "We'll talk later," he promised her and entered the room leaving a not too happy Sara behind.

Greg looked at Frank Lodge who was sitting opposite of him. He had seated himself quite comfortable, but Greg thought he perceived certain tenseness behind the open unconcern.

Greg asked the man if he knew Matthew Adams, what he negated.

"Mr. Adams was murdered. In his house we found a wine bottle with traces of colchicines in it and finger prints of yours on it. How do you explain that?"

Frank Lodge chuckled. "Explain? I don't think I have to explain anything. To bring me in relation with that murder because my prints were on a bottle is just ridiculous."

"Well, it's not so ridiculous, obviously. You lied to my other question."

Frank Lodge looked puzzled.

Greg continued. "You knew Mr. Adams. He had a company together with your father, didn't he?"

"That means not necessarily that I knew him."

"You still lived at your parents' house then, when the company broke down. So I would think that you knew your father's company partners. At least by name, it was only a small company."

"Even if I knew him, who would care? I still didn't murder him. You have nothing, apart from a bottle on which my prints could have got in a dozen ways."

Greg had to agree silently. But he remembered Sara who was certainly swelling with anger seeing this behind the glass. She said she recognized the guy as the man who had dragged her off ... and poisoned her.

Greg stayed calm. If he really was the guy, he was connected with the murders for sure. But until now they couldn't link him with Matthew Adams' murder let alone with that of Robert Hawks.

"Would you give us a DNA sample, so we can rule you out?" Greg asked, but without much hope of success.

"No, I won't."

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When he and Brass finished the interrogation, Greg was so prudent to leave the room first. He went to Sara and shoved her gently away from the room, firstly to avoid her being seen by Frank Lodge and secondly to avoid her doing something imprudent.

"What's the point of that?" she wanted to know while she was walking along the corridor in front of Greg.

"It's just a precaution," he answered slightly uncomfortable. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Frank Lodge was showed out in the other direction.

Greg stopped and Sara turned around, frowning.

"Has the guy been arrested?" she wanted to know.

Greg shook his head. "You have to tell Brass that you recognized the guy. We don't get a warrant, yet, but if you've recognized him ..."

"Do you come with me?" Sara asked.

Greg nodded. "I'll just drop off the tape of the interrogation. We have finally something to compare with the voice of the person who called Mr. Hawks' doctor about the time of his death from his home."

Greg had asked Brass to wait for them after the interrogation and after he had dropped off the tape he and Sara met Brass.

Sara told him, supported by Greg, that she had recognized Frank Lodge as the man who had attacked her at the scene and that she was sure it was the same person who had waited for Gary Pauling when he had made a statement.

When Sara mentioned that Brass interrupted, "Looks like we found the guy who broke into Pauling's apartment, doesn't it?"

Sara continued and finally Brass said that he would get a warrant and left.

In this moment Greg's pager beeped. He looked at it and left with the promise to return as fast as he could.

When he came back he smiled. "The interrogation was of one use at least. The voice of the person who phoned from Mr. Hawks' house is Frank Lodge's voice."

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Some hours later Sara and Greg drove to Frank Lode's place. Brass and several policemen accompanied them.

When Greg stopped the car in front of the house a feeling of foreboding came over him. He looked to Sara and the look on her face told him that she felt the same. They got off the car and waited outside. They watched the policemen entering the house, and then Brass followed. He returned a minute later and waved them in.

They entered the house and Greg's bad feeling increased.

When they entered the living room he knew why.

Frank Lodge was laying on the floor, obviously dead, the gun still in his hand. A puddle of blood was next to his head. Several crumpled papers were lying next to the body.

Greg put on gloves and picked up on of them. He read aloud "They betrayed my father. I wanted to make it slowly for them."

"He made it quick for himself," Brass commented, but Greg and Sara were not really listening, because they both were staring at the paper that Greg just had picked up. It wasn't anything personal against the girl, but I had my fun.

Greg laid his right hand on Sara's shoulder, but she shoved it aside.

She opened her kit and without saying anything she put on gloves. She approached the puddle of blood next to the body and took a sample. She bagged it, turned to Greg and handed him the evidence bag. "A DNA sample, finally."

Greg took the bag, trying to interpret the expression in her eyes.

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Greg entered the break room and approached Sara who was sitting on the couch lost in thoughts.

"The DNA sample fits to the DNA of the hair that we found in both the victim's houses."

Sara nodded. It was just a confirmation of what they already had known and it wouldn't change anything anymore.

Greg sat down next to Sara. "I'm glad that you're back. It's not bad to work with Sofia, but?" He grinned.

Sara sighed.

"Hey, the guy is dead, he can't harm you anymore."

Sara pulled her legs to her chest, putting her feet on the couch, and laid her arms around her legs. "I know."

Greg laid his right arm around her shoulders. "I'll listen."

"Thanks."

The end

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Yes, that's it. And yes, I know it's a mess. However, if I manage to write something that makes sense (at least more sense than this one), I will write a new story. The story would be Sara/Greg and I'm looking for somebody who would like to betaread it and can bear Sara/Greg stuff. ; )