A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for not posting a lot earlier, but I had the biggest writer’s block for this last chapter. Can you believe it? Please enjoy this last chapter, and be sure to let me know what you thought of the story, and stay tuned for more CSI stories to come.

Chapter 25

Brass leaned across the cold, steel table of interrogation room 2 and stared Miranda down.

“Now, please don’t make me repeat myself Miranda.” Brass began, clasping his hands together in a business like manner and placing them on the desk. “How can we reach David?”

“I’ve told you everything I know!” cried Miranda desperately, “if he’s not at his office and he’s not answering his pager or cell phone than I have no idea where he is!”

“Doesn’t that seem strange to you Gil? Don’t you think that one of the most important computer business men in the US would want to be contacted?” Brass questioned Grissom coyly, as he leaned back in one of the straight back metal chairs in the interrogation room.

“I would think he would.” Said Grissom as he studied Miranda over the table who looked very disheveled. Her unkempt hair lay in dirty strings and her makeup was smeared every which way on her young face.

“We have enough evidence against you, but we need more on David if we are going to convict him. If you testify against him, we may be able to cut your prison sentence shorter.” Brass explained to their captive.

“Of course I’ll testify, that back-stabbing bastard deserves the harshest sentence for kidnapping. He was the one behind the whole idea.”

“I see.” Said Brass in a monotone voice, “then what exactly was your role in this little operation?”

“Nothing!”

“Stop lying Miranda!” Brass shouted, slamming his hands down on the desk in annoyance with their convicted kidnapper.

“Alright! Okay! David came up with the idea on his own, but he told me about it. He said he needed my help.”

“And how did you know David? Why on earth would he contact you?” Brass pressed, settling back down and bringing out a pad of paper and a pen.

“We’re dating.”

“Funny, David mentioned that he was single.” Commented Grissom.

“Well we’ve broken up now.” Interjected Miranda.

“Yeah, getting arrested will do that to a relationship.” Replied Brass as Grissom placed down a record of sales from a high end bike shop in front of her.

“Did you buy David this particular bike?” asked Grissom to the lady across from them.

“Yes I did.” Miranda answered, giving the piece of paper a quick glance before returning her eyes to the two officers.

“In return did he get you these lovely pair of shoes we found in your house?” Grissom continued, holding up a sealed bag with the pair of Diamond Lil in it that they had recovered from the scene.

“Yes. We were dating after all.” Replied Miranda.

“Watch your tone Miss.” Warned Brass, and Miranda settled back down into her seat, with handcuffs tied securely around her wrists.

“Very well, thank you Miranda. One more thing.” Grissom said, as he put away the evidence and removed a stamp pad and a sheet of paper. “I would like your finger prints, DNA sample, and shoe size please.” Miranda gave the ink a skeptical look.

“Doesn’t that stuff stain your hands?”

“That’s the least of your worries. Now do what the man says.” Ordered Brass, and Miranda rolled up her sleeves delicately before marking down her prints on the paper.

“Open please.” Asked Grissom, moving towards Miranda’s mouth with a cotton swab, and the woman dropped her jaw.

“I’m a size 8.” She replied as Grissom took the swab and sealed it off before placing it and the sheet of paper in his case folder. He removed a tape measure from his briefcase and ran it along Miranda’s shoe, to check if she was telling the truth.

“Size 8.” Grissom repeated as he took the measuring tape away. “That is all.” Grissom said, as Brass shifted in his seat and glared at Miranda.

“So help me out with this problem Miranda.” began Brass, “You say that David thought up this idea by himself, and told you he needed your help to carry it out.”

“Yes. He knew that he couldn’t kidnap all the people from the CSI department by himself. He knew that he needed me to lure some of the team away. David is a smart man.”

“Really. Did Mr. Mile ever tell you why he wanted the two of you to kidnap the CSI team here in Las Vegas?” Brass questioned, directing the conversation to another topic.

“For a long time before David and I started dating, I was his secretary - it’s how we met actually. Anyway, after a while David began to trust me with the more important issues in his company. The biggest operation I was involved with was identity theft, and David, obviously, did not want that to be discovered by the police.”

“Go on.” Brass said, his pen scratching over the paper in his hand while listening to Miranda’s story.

“A few weeks ago one of your cops was getting a little too curious for his own good. No sooner had David realized this he concocted the plan to kidnap the CSI team.”

“Fine…” Brass said, but was cut off when there was a knock on the door, and the man glanced up to see Greg Sanders at the glass door waving frantically. The new CSI opened the door, stepped in, and whispered something into Brass’ ear before looking to Miranda, and lastly taking a step back out of the room. Brass gave a small smile, and refocused his eyes onto Miranda. “…you’ll have to hold that thought Miranda, because we’ve just found your boyfriend.”

“Ex boyfriend.” Growled Miranda through gritted teeth, “and I have nothing to say to him.”

“We don’t need you to say anything to him, just to the jury.” Said Grissom as he and Brass stood to get up and head out the door. A cop who was standing nearby, grabbed Miranda by the wrists, and hauled her to her feet.

“Now look, we’ve been more than gracious with your outrageous requests officers, and if you had enough evidence against my client he would be in jail. And yet…” Gregory Slade looked around himself, “here we are back in your dreary interrogation room.”

“Alright settle down counsellor.” Brass said to Gregory Slade and looked back over to David Mile sitting across from Grissom. Even though he and Grissom were the only ones in the room, Brass could feel the team’s eyes on him from behind the two-way mirror.

“Why were you not answering your pager or your cell phone Mr. Mile?” Grissom questioned him.

“It’s my vacation time, I do not conduct business on my vacation.” David replied.

“That seems rather convenient doesn’t it?” Brass said lightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” David answered.

“Well let me help you then,” Brass said narrowing his eyes as his voice became gruff and angry. “Our CSIs were just rescued from your little house where you kept them after kidnapping them and you just decide to take a vacation. Hmm? What for? Work getting to stressful? I can imagine avoiding the law is a full time job on top of identity theft.”

“This is harassment!” shouted Gregory Slade as he stood up and slammed his hands down on the metal table. David leaned back in his chair, glaring at Brass, but saying nothing more.

“But you know it’s the truth. We have Miranda in custody ready and willing to testify against you in court.” Declared Brass, ignoring the outburst from David’s lawyer.

“We’ll see you in court then.” Announced Slade and motioned for David to stand as well, but David waved him off.

“I’d be interested to see what evidence you have on me for the supposed crimes I have committed.” Slade was fuming but sat down next to David and crossed his legs impatiently.

“We have a blood match from you that is at our crime scene.” Grissom began, passing over photo sheets of the bloody vending machine and the cooler from the gas station where Nick was taken. “I’ll wager a guess that your DNA will also be on the blowup doll we found down the alleyway when Warrick was taken.”

“That’s preposterous.” Slade interjected and gestured wildly to his client. “My client isn’t in the habit of purchasing such items.” He glared disdainfully at the photo which Grissom now presented to the two of them. Both Grissom and Brass held their tongues and glanced at each other quickly, they knew that the more the lawyer talked, the more nervous he was, and this was true in the face of the mountain of evidence against his client.

“Also through voice identification, it was possible to match your voice to the phone calls that both CSI Sidle and Willows received.” Grissom pressed on. “Not only that I’m sure once we are able to find those hiking boots of yours we shall match them to the shoeprints found at the gas station.” Grissom looked across the table at David Mile who to Grissom’s surprised remained unfazed by the huge amount of evidence presented to him. “Lastly, our own CSI Catherine Willows, who you yourself kidnapped, will testify in court that you were in that taxi cab driving when she was kidnapped.” David was silent for a moment before a smile slowly made it’s way onto his face.

“Your evidence doesn’t bother me Mr. Grissom.” David replied calmly.

“Well it should.” Brass announced swiftly, leaning forward across the table and glaring at the criminal who sat opposite him, “this evidence is going to put you away for many, many years.”

“I see.” Declared David before glancing over at his attorney, who was positively livid with the accusations being thrown at his high paying client.

“This is ludicrous! This evidence you have only means my client was part of the kidnappings, but there is no substantial evidence that means Mr. Mile did so of his own volition except for the testimony of an overworked angry ex.” Reeled off Gregory Slade importantly. “My client was forced into this by Miranda who wanted more power than Mr. Mile was giving her as only a secretary. Their unhappy falling out was also a mitigating factor for Miranda to devise the whole thing and to force Mr. Mile into helping out.”

“Surely you must have some sort of security to deal with such insubordinate situations Mr. Mile?” Grissom asked calmly focusing his cool calculating gaze onto David.

“Of course Mr. Grissom.” Replied David, in the same calm manner, “however, if I had given this to my security then word of this whole mess would have gotten out to the press and I’m sure you are aware of the devastation that this kind of news would be on my business.” David stared across at the two men of the law facing him and saw a resented acceptance enter into Brass’ eyes.

“Despite our disagreements David, Miranda is suing you, so I suggest you stick around town until the trial date.” Brass informed David grudgingly and slid a paper across the table to that David and his attorney could read it. David nodded and Gregory Slade slid the paperwork into his briefcase and stood silently.

“If we are done here then Mr. Mile has much work to get back to, and thanks to you he’ll be up late getting it all done.” David stood up next to Gregory moments later and nodded to both Brass and Grissom.

“It’s always a pleasure helping out law enforcement.” David commented and followed Gregory out the door, “good luck with persecuting Miranda. She deserves it.” David called over his shoulder as he and Gregory Slade disappeared down the hall and out of sight.

“Smug Bastard.” Muttered Brass, glaring out the door, “I hate guys who think they know everything.”

“Well one thing he doesn’t know is that now we have the evidence to convict him, despite whether or not he chooses to believe it.” Grissom said more to himself as he held up the swab with David Mile’s saliva on it.

A few hours later Grissom sat in his office pouring over the last remaining pieces of evidence in the case against David Mile and Miranda. The rest of the team had left to recover from the trauma they had been through and Greg had hurried home to his hot bath, finally. Grissom smiled to himself and pushed the match shoeprint aside to reach for a cup of something that was supposed to resemble coffee and gulped it down before retuning to the computer to review what the DNA lab had sent him. Archie’s lightning hands had already sent over the matched sound clip from each call to Sara and Catherine, and all that was left was the DNA from the blow up doll. Grissom clicked to open up the file and saw to his intense satisfaction that it was a perfect match.

We got him guys. Grissom thought and collected everything in the evidence case folder to be presented later in trial as soon as the police had delivered the arrest warrant to David. Grissom reached for the phone to let Brass know when a dull ringing sound emitted from it before Grissom’s fingers could close around the receiver. The caller I.D informed Grissom that it was Brass and the veteran CSI pressed the receiver to his ear hopefully.

“Grissom.”

“Hey Gris, Brass here. I have some bad news for you.” Grissom’s face fell, what now?

“What’s up Brass?”

“I just got a call from local PD who were monitoring David’s whereabouts. It seems he’s left the state.”

“Well where did he go?” Grissom asked desperately; however, somewhat pleased due to the fact when a suspect ran it meant he was guilty.

“That’s the thing Gris…we don’t know. He bought many different plane tickets to various destinations around the world. It’s impossible to tell where he actually went…believe me I tried.” Brass’ voice had that hard, exasperated tone to it and Grissom could sympathize with him.

“Thanks for letting me know Brass.”

“Sure.” A click was heard on the other end and Grissom replaced the phone slowly. They had had him right where they wanted him, and because they didn’t have sufficient evidence at the time they could not hold him, and now he was lost to them…out there somewhere, running from the law.

Never to be found again.

A/N: Hello dear readers, I really hoped you enjoyed my CSI fanfic, because I really enjoyed writing it. I know it took way too long to be finished, but I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for sticking with me, and hopefully now that summer is here, I can finally do some more writing. Stay tuned as always dear readers, and thanks for all your comments and support!