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A/n: Well here it is, the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I hope I don't let you down with the ending. As usual, if you see any mistakes, let me know.

Chapter 20

"So the DNA came back a match to B.J. Johnson, but we didn't get so lucky on fingerprints." Warrick pushed his chair back and got up. He walked over to the drink machine and dug in his pocket for change. "That is to say, there were no fingerprints, however there were glove prints, most likely suede." He deliberated between regular or diet , finally going with diet. Tina had made a remark about his weight that morning and he had decided it might be best to watch his caloric intake.

"Well, it would seem really odd for Manny to wear gloves while killing the guy, then hide the murder weapon in her own car." Sara watched as he returned to his seat.

"Yeah, plus we know that Manny wasn't driving her car the night of the murder, so why put the file in there after the fact?" He watched Sara get up and get a drink. Picking up the drink, she sighed. "Damn, I meant to get diet. She looked over at Warrick. "Do you mind switching? It's not like you need diet anyway."

Warrick laughed. "Since when do you worry about your weight?"

"Okay, I just noticed that you got diet, and you never get diet. I figured it might have been a mistake." She sat down and pushed her can towards him.

He pushed his can towards her and shook his head. "Yeah, I believe that like I believe that Hodges 'accidentally' ate Nick's ham sandwich, leaving him his own sandwich that was contaminated with that experiment that you know who had left in the fridge. But, have it your way. Back to the case, it's looking pretty conclusive that someone is trying to frame Manny. But who, and why?"

"Maybe it was someone who thought B.J. was sleeping with Manny, but when confronted with the truth, decided to take matters in their own hands." Nick said from the doorway.

Sara and Warrick turned to him. Sara shook her head. "If you mean who I think you mean, I can see why she would have wanted to kill him, but I don't see how she could have gotten Manny's nail file."

Warrick pulled a file towards him and opened it. "She did say she had an argument with Manny, but she said it was a week ago, and the file didn't go missing until Monday."

Didn't Manny say a woman came by on Monday morning? Accused her of sleeping with B.J. What if Janet lied about when she argued with Manny? I mean, everything she said before could be discounted if that was a lie." Sara tapped the file.

"Look we don't have a shred of evidence that points to her." Warrick pointed out.

"Then we need to look closer." Sara stood up. "Let's see if we can find a reason to get Janet Freely back in"

Brass extended his hand and clasped Janet's. "Thanks for coming back down, we just need to ask a few follow up questions. You know, dot the 'i's' and cross the 't's'." He smiled at her.

"No problem. I'll do anything I can." Janet looked around nervously.

"Just come this way." Brass took her elbow and started down the hall. As they passed one of the interrogation rooms, Sophia was leading Manny out.

Janet gave a loud gasp and turned to look at Brass. He turned to her and smiled. "Is something wrong?"

"Wasn't that the woman who killed B.J. ?" She turned to watch as Sophia and Manny made their way down the hall.

"Uh, well there may be a snag with that." Brass opened a door, and motioned for her to precede him.

"What do you mean, 'a snag'? Didn't you find the murder weapon in her car?" Janet asked nervously as she sat down.

Brass studied her for a moment. "That fact wasn't released to the public. How is it you not only know that the weapon was found, but where it was found?"

"It-I don't know. I just heard it somewhere. I don't know where."

"Yeah, well wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes." Brass exited the room and walked down to where Sophia was waiting with Sara.

"So, did she recognize her?" He asked.

"She said she was almost positive that it was her… Sophia started.

"…but that she was wearing large sunglasses when she accosted her." Sara finished.

Sophia shook her head. "But, she was sure enough."

"Okay, well Nick said that she mentioned having more than one pair of gloves in her locker. Maybe we can find out a way to check that out. See if there's a pair that are no-longer restaurant sanitary." Brass turned and headed for his office.

"That locker belongs to Janet, and I can't let you into it unless you bring me something more concrete than a fight with some chick." The head manager of Glacier turned and folder his arms. "Unless you bring me a warrant, that locker stays closed."

"I understand where you're coming from Mr. Conrad. There is one other thing, is it possible to talk to the people that were working on Monday and Tuesday?" Warrick tried to be polite, not wanting to get thrown out of the restaurant entirely.

"Well, I guess that would be okay. Most of them are here already, and the rest will be trickling in, in about an hour. It's payday, and everyone usually makes it in before ten." He turned and pointed towards the kitchen and gestured to two waitresses. "Molly, Millie, come over here. This fella wants to ask you guys some questions."

The blond waitress grinned at Warrick and asked, "What's this about handsome?"

The brunette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and winked at him. "You can ask me anything, Sweetie."

Warrick cleared his throat and turned to the blond. "Ma'am, I'd like to ask you if you worked with Janet Freely on Tuesday."

"The brunette spoke up. "I worked with her. Is she is some kind of trouble?"

'Um, Ms…?" Warrick paused with a questioning look and pen poised.

"Jenkins, but you can call me Millie." She grinned, revealing pearly white teeth. They reminded him of a piranha.

"Millie. I'm sorry, but I can't say much about an ongoing case. I just have a few questions. When you were working on Tuesday, did anyone come in and talk to Janet?" Warrick looked at her expectantly.

"Um, not that I can remember. We were pretty slow that night, until around ten when we had a bus load of people come in. I know she was there when we were slow because we ended up mostly hanging out in the kitchen." She looped one arm behind her back and hooked it around the other one, a move that thrusts her quite full breasts in his direction.

"What about during the day? What time did you guys get into work?" Warrick steadfastly ignored the view she was presenting him with.

"Oh, we got in around four. She gave me a ride because my car is in the shop. She was supposed to do so again today, but she never showed up."

"Was she here all night on Tuesday? And what was her mood like?" Warrick leaned on the edge of a table.

"I don't remember her leaving, and she was here to drive me home at closing. But, Molly and I were in the show that night, and we didn't see much of her after that.." Millie looked at Molly.

"Me neither. As for her mood, she seemed okay. She doesn't talk much about her personal life. She did mention, oh, I think it was last week, or at least not long ago, that she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her." She nodded to Millie. "We told her that she should follow him when he goes out, find out for sure, and if it was true, we'd take on a girls night and make sure she'd drunk enough that she wouldn't even remember her own name, much less the name of that creep."

"Did she follow your advice?"

Millie answered. "I don't know. She'd been kinda quiet lately. I asked her if she wanted to talk about it, but she just blew me off. Said she didn't want to talk about it, and hey, I didn't want to push."

"Did you both work with her on Monday?" Warrick turned a page in his notebook.

"Yeah, though we didn't talk much." Molly answered with a yawn. "Sorry, late night."

"Can you at least try and remember what day she talked about her boyfriend cheating?"

Millie thought for a moment. "Lets see, I'm pretty sure it was the day I had that waxing appointment." She lifted her leg, so that it was pointed toward the ceiling. "The guy I go to is an absolute marvel. Doesn't miss one single hair. And it doesn't hurt a bit." From Warrick view point, he could see she really meant this.

Averting his eyes, he turned to Molly. "And what day was that?"

"Um, Saturday. I know because I was off that night, and I had just come in to grab something from my locker." Millie lowered her leg.

"Okay, thank you. One last question, where are the lockers, and how easy would it be to get to them without being seen?" Warrick looked back to Millie.

"Technically that was two questions, but I'll let it slide. The lockers are in the back. You can come in the back door, and they're behind a little wall partition. So yeah, as long as no one was back there you could get in without being seen. Of course anyone could come in at anytime, so there's no real privacy." Molly answered this one.

"Okay, thanks for your time ladies. I'll…" He was interrupted by the ring of his phone. Holding up a finger, he saw that it was Sara and answered.

Sara rushed in before Warrick could say anything. "Hey 'Rick. Guess what? We just got a location on Johnson's phone. Are you still at Glacier?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. Why?" Warrick turned away from the two waitresses.

"The signal is coming from inside the restaurant. I'm going to give the number a ring. If you haven't been able to get into Janet's locker, go stand around it. Maybe you can hear the ring, and that will get us a warrant." Sara disconnected without saying goodbye.

"Warrick saw the manager and hurried over. "I know you can't let me into the locker, but can I at least go into the locker room?"

"I don't know. I don't want any trouble." The manager hedged.

"There won't be any trouble unless we find out you knew what Janet was up to, and impeded the investigation." Warrick bluffed.

"Okay, okay." He pointed to a small hallway off the kitchen. "The lockers are down that way."

Warrick made his way back to the locker area. When he got there he listened intently. He heard a faint song coming from one of the lockers. Turning to the manager, who had followed him, he asked. "Whose locker is this?"

"Uh, that's Janet's." He answered, looking pale.

Suddenly his phone rang. The display said Sanders. "Yeah Greg what…"

Sara interrupted him before he finished. "It's me. I borrowed Greg's phone so I could keep mine connected to B.J.'s number. Do you hear anything?"

"Yeah, it sounds like a song. Do you know what B.J.'s ring tone was?" Warrick listened carefully to the song coming from the locker.

"Yes, I called Miles and he said his ring tone was 'Copacabana', by Barry Manilow." Warrick listened intently. He recognized the tune, and heard the words, …yellow feathers in her hair. Straightening, he put the phone back to his ear. "We have confirmation. Call Judge Carroll and get a warrant. I'll stay here and make sure no one comes near this locker."

Brass opened the door to the interrogation room and walked in. Janet jumped up when she saw him. "How long am I going to be here?! You've had me here for hours, and I have work to do." She glared at him.

"We're about to be finished. Why don't you sit down. I know you've been here a long time, but it looks like your stay is going to be even longer than you anticipated." He turned as the door opened and Sara walked in. "This is CSI Sidle, I don't know if you met before. She's here to show you a few things."

Sara nodded at her and walked to the table and laid a file folder on it. "Ms. Freely, we have evidence to suggest that you killed B.J. Johnson."

Janet's eyes widened and she gasped. "Wh-what? I don't know what you mean."

"Ms. Freely, while you so generously waited here, we were searching your locker at work. Don't worry, we had a warrant. And I must say, what we found was very interesting." Sara sat and opened the file folder. She took out several pictures and laid them out in from of Janet.

"See? Here's a bloody glove. We're testing the DNA; we believe that it will come back as belonging to Mr. Johnson." She pointed to the next picture. "And here is a cell phone, identified as belonging to Mr. Johnson, and if you look closely, you can see these tiny droplets of blood. We're testing them also."

Janet glared mutely. Moving on to the next picture, Sara pointed. "These clothes are also spattered with blood. Stabbing someone to death can be dirty business." Sara stared at her a moment, waiting to see if she said something. When she remained silent, Sara continued. "Here is a picture of a bundle of cash. Ten thousand dollars. We have a witness that is willing to testify that he gave Mr. Johnson that exact amount just minutes before he was killed."

Sara crossed her legs and leaned forward. "Here's what we think happened. You suspected that B.J. was cheating on you, so on the advice of some friends, you followed him. You saw him arguing with Manny Rhodes outside of his house. Deciding to warn her off, you followed her and accosted her. During the confrontation, Manny filled you in on what B.J. was really doing. She then left, and you got an idea. Taking a nail file from her purse, you left, figuring she either wouldn't notice it missing, or wouldn't care." Sara stopped a moment and looked at Brass. "How am I doing so far?"

"Oh, I'm intrigued, please continiue." Brass sat back and settled in.

Sara turned back to Janet."Then you went to work, giving a co-worker a ride. Around eleven you got busy, and we talked to the manager on duty that night. She said that you said you weren't feeling well and asked if you could run to the drug store and get some medicine. You left and went to Chanteuse. You saw B.J.'s car there, and after checking out inside, saw that he wasn't around. You made sure you weren't seen. You walked around behind the club. We talked to the bartender, and he remembered that he had told you that when B.J. would come in, he would leave with someone. And that he'd seen them go out the back way. So, knowing this, you went to the alley, and waited. Eventually you saw him pull up and get out of a car, but not before seeing him kiss the man in the car goodnight. This just confirmed in your mind what had to be done. You were hidden in the shadows, and when the car had driven away, you got his attention. We're not sure how you got him to take off his clothes, and not fight back, but you stabbed him. Over and over. Probably in the heart first. Rage gave you the strength. Then, you grabbed his stuff. We didn't know why you took his phone until we checked the missed calls. You called raving about him cheating on you. Swearing that he'd pay. The time looks to be about the time you were following Manny. We figure you thought if we heard that, we might not believe the grieving act. And he'd borrowed money from you and here his was with ten thousand dollars. You of course thought the money should be yours, so you took it. You went back to work, changed into an extra uniform and gloves, put the other clothes in a bag and stuffed everything in your locker. You couldn't take them with you when you left in the morning because you had to give Millie a ride. Same goes for the next couple of days. When you over heard Captain Brass telling CSI Brown that we needed the murder weapon, slipped in, removed it from your locker, being careful not to leave any prints. You planted it in Manny's car. Of course you didn't know that Manny didn't have her car that night, so we would never believe that she would put the weapon in it after the fact. How'd I do?"

Janet was silent for a moment, then sneered. "That bastard didn't deserve to live. He treated me like his personal bank, and then I find out he's not only cheating on me, but fucking men! He's a freaking homo who pays for his dates, probably using my money! No, no that wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to get away with humiliating me. And you know, it was easy enough to get him to remove his clothes. I just told him that I'd thought about it and decided to give him the money he'd asked for. See, he'd asked me about it on Sunday, and at home, not at work, but I didn't figure you guys would look into that." Tears began slipping down her cheeks. "After I told him I'd give him the money, he was willing to do anything I suggested." She paused and took a tissue from the box on the counter. She blew her nose, and took another tissue and wiped away the mascara that was running.

Sara jumped in." Is that when he got the mascara on his fingers?"

She sniffled." Yeah, I thought crying a little would lull him into thinking I was just as wimpy as he thought I was. Anyway, after he flipped out about the money, I told him I'd always fantasized about getting it on in public, and asked him to do me up against the wall. He was so hyped, he didn't think twice, just started to unbutton his pants. I told him I wanted him totally naked, and when he saw that I wasn't undressing and asked me why I wasn't joining in, I told him I wanted to be dressed while he was completely naked, I was wearing my waitress uniform and it has a short skirt, and of course he believed me. I pushed him up against the wall and told him to close his eyes. Then I stabbed him. You're right. I started right over the heart, and the only sound he made was a small gasp. I don't remember how many times I stabbed him, but I just couldn't stop. Finally I realized I had to get out of there. I threw is clothes and wallet in the dumpster and took the rest with me. I wasn't going to let him ruin my life."

Brass motioned for the officer standing by the door, and instructed him to read her, her rights. Sara looked on sadly. All she could say was. "No, you ruined it yourself."

Warrick up the path to his house, carrying a bouquet of flowers. He was going to surprise Tina with a romantic dinner. When he walked through the door, all he found was a note. 'Out with friends, be back late'. Looking around the empty apartment, he sighed. He walked into the kitchen, made himself a ham sandwich and turned on the television. Surely there was some kind of game on.
Catherine walked into her empty house and pulled open the fridge. Grabbing a carton of yogurt she sprawled out on the sofa. She'd spent all day at a B&E in Seven Hills. Again, there was practically no evidence. She flipped on the television to find something to watch.
Greg threw a dart, and it landed just shy of a bullseye. Nick stepped up and his landed on the outside ring. Mandy jumped off her bar stool and took up her dart, landing it neatly in the center. Wendy came over with their drinks. "Wow, I guess you guys should take some lessons. Hey, guess who's here." She pointed to Brass and Sophia who had just walked in the door. "Should we ask them to join us?"

"Sure", replied Nick, "The more the merrier." And he gestured for them to join them.

Yawning, Sara opened the door, and walked into the townhouse. Calling out, she walked down the hall. She knew Grissom was home, he'd left a message on her cell that he would be heading home at eight, and it was now after nine. She headed towards the bedroom, calling out as she went. She still hadn't received an answer when she reached the bedroom. Opening the door, she stopped and smiled. Gil was laid out on the bed, fully dressed, and sound asleep. He had a book propped on his chest, and his glasses were slipping down his nose. One of his arms was across his stomach, the other flung out next to him, as if searching for something in his sleep. Walking over she sat down next to him, and removed the glasses. Setting them on the side table, she lifted the book up, and looked at the title, 'The Mating Habits of the South American Long Horned Beetle.' Shaking her head, she sat it down next to the glasses. She removed her shoes and crawled up and lay with her head on his shoulder. She reached up and turned off the light, and drifted softly into sleep.

The End

A/n2: Again, thanks for reading. Up next "Knick Knacks", After several months, Catherine is no closer to finding the people responsible for breaking into some of the more posh homes of Las Vegas. Things take a turn for the worst when a couple is murdered.

The rest of the gang will be there too. GSR of course and who knows what else will happen.

This will come in a couple of weeks. I'm taking a breather, and may write a one shot here or there, but I need time to catch up on my favorite stories. If you haven't read anything by CSIclue, go read the Candy Shop series. It is seriously great.