Rating: NC17... I didn't figure it would stay PG for long.
Archive: My site IrishDachsie's CSI Fanfiction. Anywhere else, ask first!!
Disclaimer: Same as always... they're not mine... no money...
Author's Note: Follow-up to MoaNO... so, I suppose this is the second installment of The Chronicles of Weevil *LOL*... which happens to be a joke started on Unbound by some very good friends... so, yeah... that said... here we go.
Summary: A second pregnancy in the Grissom household.
Chapter Twenty Two
"Detective Brass? This is... my name is... Lynne Anderson. I was speaking to another officer... he said... that I should speak to you."
"Okay, Mrs. Anderson... how can I help you?"
Warrick sat down in the chair opposite Brass' desk and leaned forward slightly.
"Well... I have this neighbor... and... well, something strange is going on over there..."
Brass picked up a pen and scribbled absently on the notepad beside of the phone. "Can you... elaborate a bit more for me, please?"
"Well..." She took a nervous breath and exhaled slowly. "My neighbor is apparently taking care of a little boy..."
Brass sat up straight in the chair, alerting Warrick. "And... why exactly is that strange?"
"I... uh... I heard her call the boy 'Stevie'..."
"She had a son named Stevie..."
Brass' eyes narrowed. "Had?"
Lynne nodded quickly as if the detective could see her. "Yes... Stevie died a few months ago... I'm not sure how, but..."
Jim interrupted the woman quickly. "What is your neighbor's name, Mrs. Anderson?"
"Marie... uh... Marie Bitterman. She's had a hard time apparently. Was hospitalized not long after Stevie died. We, my husband and I, took care of her cats..."
"Mrs. Anderson, this might be important. Could you give me Mrs. Bitterman's address?"
"Uh... yeah... okay. 4625 Alta Drive..."
He quickly wrote the address down and tore off the sheet of paper. "Okay, ma'am... we're going to have someone come by to ask Mrs. Bitterman a few questions. Will you be available if we need to talk to you or your husband?"
"Yes, of course, sir..."
"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. If you think of anything else... or... see anything else, please call the station and ask to speak to me... Jim Brass."
"Thank you, ma'am."
He hung up the phone quickly and pushed his chair back. He shot Warrick a genuine smile. "I think we may have a lead..."
"Let's go." Warrick turned and ran out of Brass' office.
Grissom stumbled through the door of the CSI building and made his way to the second floor. He was fumbling for his keys when Hodges rounded the corner.
Grissom rolled his eyes tiredly as he turned towards him. "I've told you not to call me that..."
"Sorry, Grissom." He leaned against the wall beside of Grissom's door. "So... have you heard back from Brass yet?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes. "About what?"
Hodges instinctively took a step backwards. "Uh... you don't know?"
Grissom took a step forward. "Know what?"
"There was a call... about someone with a child... Brass and Warrick took off to check it out and..."
"Where?" Grissom's bark interrupted him. He wasn't quite sure about the old saying of the bark being worse than the bite, but he sure as hell didn't want to tempt the graveyard supervisor.
"I'm not sure... they didn't say. All I know is that Brass got a call and..."
Hodges watched as Grissom turned and ran down the hall. "You're welcome..." He muttered and went back towards the lab.
"Okay, Mrs. Grissom... you ready to come for a walk with me?"
Sara groaned as the nurse smiled brightly at her. Then her thoughts turned to the two boys a floor above them. "Can we take a walk upstairs?"
The nurse offered her a wink and helped her out of the bed. "I'll see what we can do about that..."
Sara smiled weakly as the sharp pain stabbed through her abdomen. "Ow..."
"I know, honey. But... if we don't get you walking around, it's just going to feel worse..."
Sara nodded and took a step forward, holding onto the nurse's arm. "Just... let me see Alex and Ant..."
The nurse chuckled softly. "Now, where did you come up with a name like 'Ant'?"
"My husband, actually..."
The nurse pushed the elevator button and grinned at Sara as they waited. "You're husband seems like a nice man..."
"A devoted father, isn't he?"
Sara nodded slowly. "A devoted husband as well. He's a wonderful father..."
"Are these your first?"
"No... we have another son, Weevil..."
Sara smiled softly. "Michael, actually. We call him Weevil..."
"Someone likes bugs..." The nurse carefully ushered Sara into the elevator.
"Gil... my husband... he's an Entomologist... so..."
"Ah, well that explains it. So, how old is Weevil?"
"A little over thirteen months..."
Sara chuckled gently as they exited the elevator and walked slowly towards PICU. "Yeah... I can't wait for him to see his brothers. He's been so excited about it..."
"I'll see what we can do about that as well..."
Sara exhaled sadly.
Grissom stopped at the counter and tried to catch his breath. "Eve! Brass... Warrick... where..."
"Hold on, Grissom... slow down." She offered him a gentle smile. "Take a deep breath and try again. Want some water?"
He shook his head quickly. "No... where are they?"
"I'm not really sure; I just patched the call to him..."
"Where did it come from?"
She regarded him closely for a moment, debating on whether she should give him the information or not. Then she realized something. If it had been her daughter missing, she would want to know. She nodded and punched a few keys on her keyboard.
"4623 Alta Drive." She looked up to see him take off towards the door. She smiled, hoping she had done the right thing, as he yelled "Thank you" over his shoulder and pushed the door open.
Warrick walked beside of Brass up the aged walkway to the house. "You think we should've called Grissom?"
Brass shook his head as he climbed the steps to the porch. "What if this is just a dead end?"
Warrick sighed and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal a tired-looking woman. Warrick eyed her suspiciously.
"Detective Brass, LVMPD." He motioned towards the man standing beside of him. "This is Warrick Brown, an investigator for the Crime Scene Unit."
Marie stood protectively in the gap between the door and the doorframe. "How can I help you, Detective?"
"Well, Mrs. Bitterman... we're investigating a kidnapping..."
Brass removed his sunglasses. "Yes, ma'am... and we received a call that there was a young boy here who normally isn't. We just wanted to check it out."
"Oh, that's my nephew, Stevie. I'm watching him for a couple of weeks until my sister gets out of the hospital."
Brass nodded and made some notes. Warrick looked over the woman's shoulder into the living room of the small house. "You moving, Mrs. Bitterman?"
"Well, I was going to. Until my sister fell ill. Now, I'm staying to help her and her son. I just haven't had time to unpack yet."
Warrick narrowed his eyes at the woman. Brass placed his hand on the doorframe. "Mrs. Bitterman... our caller said that your son's name was Stevie."
Neither man failed to notice the brief flash of panic in the woman's eyes. She took a deep breath and shifted her weight. "Yes, my son was Stevie. My sister named her son after him..."
"Mm." Brass smiled lightly at the woman. "Would you mind if we take a look at him? Just to rule him out, of course."
Marie crossed her arms and shook her head. "He's taking a nap right now. He's really fussy..."
"Ma'am, this is important."
Marie's eyes darkened. "Don't you need a warrant or something?"
Brass crossed his arms, mimicking Marie's motion. "Mrs. Bitterman, we have two parents who are worried sick about their child. This would really help us out."
"Not unless you have a warrant..."
Brass tilted his head to the side, hearing a soft noise inside the house. His eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice.
Jim and Warrick exchanged a quick glance. There was no mistaking that voice. Jim took a step forward. "Ma'am..."
"You're going to have to get a warrant, Detective."
Brass shook his head as a smile played at his lips. "No, ma'am. Actually, I don't. You see... that little boy just said my name. I know him, Mr. Brown here knows him. That's the child we're looking for."
"No, it's not! He's MY Stevie!"
Brass moved to enter the house only to be pushed back by the woman. He quickly grabbed her wrists and slapped the handcuffs on her. "Warrick, go!"
Warrick pushed past the woman and sprinted down the hall to find young Weevil in the playpen in the bedroom. "WIK!"
Warrick's eyes glistened with tears as he reached down and picked him up. "Hey, Weevil. I've missed you... so have Mommy and Daddy."
Mikey giggled and snuggled against Warrick's chest.
Grissom slammed on his brakes, seeing Brass' unmarked Taurus parked by the side of the road. Looking at the house, he saw Brass standing on the front porch with a woman.
Jumping out of his Tahoe, he sprinted up the walkway. "Jim!"
Brass turned around quickly. "Gil... you shouldn't be here..."
"You should've told me you were coming!" Grissom's face was red with anger and anxiousness.
"I couldn't... and you know that..."
Grissom glanced at the woman's hands and noticed the handcuffs. He quickly turned his eyes towards Jim. "Brass?"
His head snapped towards the voice. He fell to his knees as his son came bounding out the front door. "Oh, God..."
Mikey jumped into his father's arms and wrapped his small arms around his neck. Grissom held the boy tightly to his chest for a moment before pulling back to look him over. "Weevil... are you okay?"
"Oh, I missed you too, Mikey." He hugged the boy again and placed a soft kiss in his brown curls. He sniffed back the tears as his son's fingers wound themselves in the soft curls of his hair.
He stood up and looked at the woman. His heart refused to feel pity for the woman as she stood there with tears streaming down her face.
"Why? Why would you take my son?"
"Gil..." Brass placed his hand on Grissom's shoulder. "Why don't you take Mikey to the car?"
Mikey gave an enthusiastic wave to the detective. "Hi, Dim!"
Jim chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair. "Hi, Weevil. Good to see you again, little man."
"Good ta see oo!" As Grissom turned to walk off of the porch, Weevil took the chance to smack the woman's shoulder. "Bad waydee!"
Warrick stifled his chuckle. Brass bit his lip. Grissom grinned at his young son. Marie's tears flowed quickly.
Mikey looked into his father's eyes. "Hey!"
Grissom's finger ran down Mikey's face. "Would you like to go see Mommy and your brothers?"
"MOMMY!" The young Grissom giggled and clapped his hands. "Bubbas!"
"Yeah... they're here now."
Mikey's brow furrowed slightly. "Deer?" He looked around quickly.
Grissom chuckled softly. "Not exactly here. They're at the hospital."
"Awec an' And?"
Grissom nodded and walked back to his Tahoe. He stopped when Mikey pointed to something on the ground.
"A bwue beewul!"
Warrick smiled happily at Brass. Jim returned the smile and began to lead Mrs. Marie Bitterman down the walkway to the Taurus parked on the side of the road.
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