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Chapter Five: Stop!

Grissom panicked. "Was that disgust in her eyes?" He knew more, he knew things she didn't want anybody to know. Not even him. "You've got to tell me!" Her posture changed from defensive to something he hadn't seen many times before. Vulnerable.

"No! Just stop!" She yelled. "It looks like you already know. Who do you think you are by asking me that?" She said on the verge of tears.

He hated to see her like this. He didn't want to see her get hurt again. He didn't want to be the one to hurt her again. "Would you please come with me?" He asked gently. He didn't want her to get angry but there was something she had to go through.

Sara looked at him. "Why?" She asked him calmly.

Grissom took a step towards her. "You need to see something." He sighed. "Trust me, try." She looked at him doubtfully. "Please?"

She shivered by the word 'trust'. Sara looked at him. "Something tells me I'm not going to like this." She said as she moved in his direction.

Grissom put a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off immediately. He led her out of the room into the hallway and took her to the observation room. When he opened the door he looked at her. Her eyes were focussed on her feet. He closed the door behind him and text-ed Brass behind his back so Sara wouldn't notice. Sara looked at him questioningly.

Brass got the message. "When was the last time you saw her?" He asked.

"Too long ago." Faulture answered.

At that Sara's head shot up. The familiar voice caught her attention immediately. As tears formed in her eyes she walked towards the glass. Grissom saw her eyes widen in the reflecting glass.

"She'd made it to court. I knew she was tough but I didn't think she would come. She blew away everybody's expectations with her testimony. They say most victims break down or never even testify. At first she didn't look at me, when I was questioned she looked at me. I'll never forget the look in her eyes."

Grissom slowly stepped toward her. He stopped next to her. Her eyes were focused on Faulture.

Brass looked at the man trying to hide his hate, anger and disgust. Sara was like a daughter to him. Since his own daughter had never been an angel he had Sara to care about. He knew she was on the other side of the glass, breaking. "We found blue decoration sugar at the crime scene of a triple homicide. The murders of one of your niece's classmate's family. Do you know how it got there?" He asked hoping to get something out him.

"I must have left it on the gun." He said calmly.

Brass sat down in the chair across him. "Did you murder that family?" He asked.

"No, I just wanted to see what it'd be like with the rolls switched." He answered insured.

Brass looked surprised. "Can you explain that to me?" He asked lightly.

"Sara was abused as a child. Her father would hit her, call her names and take advantage of her. Over the years she told me everything she went through. Her mother attacked her father with a knife and stabbed him to death one day. Her mother didn't realise Sara was in the same room. Instead of protecting her she endangered her child. I wanted to make it work without any misery. My niece told me what the father of a friend did. I took the opportunity to lay out the solution to more than one persons' misery." He finished, grinning insanely.

When Sara heard his explanation she gasped for air. Tears started falling down her cheeks and her knees went numb.

Grissom saw it coming and grabbed her waist just before she collapsed. He gently sat her down on the floor and took her in his arms. Her body was shocking with sobs. Softly he stroked her hair and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He wasn't even going to try sorting things out. He liked it this way. No words were needed. Him being able to comfort her. But not at the expense of her happiness. He looked at her. She looked like a scared twelve-year-old girl. Probably the same one who'd gone through all of that. She was scarred for life, multiple times. "I'm never going to let you go." He thought by himself. Oblivious to the ending conversation in the interrogation room.