"When was the last time you saw Elizabeth?" Brass asked the tall blonde sitting behind the reception desk at Liza's Escort Service.

"This past Tuesday night, she was leaving for a gig at The Acid Drop. A two am I figured she was to drunk to check in and went straight home but Chris called and asked where she was, she didn't show up the next day and she never called." She sighed wiping a tear "Now I know why."

"How well do you know "Chris Bezich?"

"You don't think…" she paused " No. Chris didn't kill her. You don't think Chris killed her. Do you?"

"We need to cover all bases. It's standard procedure."

"Well we've been doing business for awhile know. Chris is quite the charmer and Elizabeth fell hard for him. But Chris was and is a player. I told her not to get too attached."

"And?" Sara jumped in.

"She started sleeping with him, and soon she wanted more then that. Chris wasn't the type to commit, and he broke it off about a month or two ago. Elizabeth was devastated, and for awhile all she wanted to do was get back at him. Especially when she found out there was another women. So when Chris showed up two weeks ago to hire her she jumped at the chance in hopes to expose him."

Brass nodded as Sara as the women began to breakdown "I'm sorry for your loss, but if there is anything else you remember could you give us a call?" Sara handed her a card.

"Yes." The women sniffled. "Anything to help."

**

"When did you last see Jessie alive?" Gil asked sliding the picture toward Chris.

"That night…she and I had sex and then she left." He paused "It was around one thirty I think."

Gil nodded "The coroner said Jessie died between one and three that morning. Which means you were the last to see her alive. How did she end up dead Chris?"

Chris shrugged and slumped back in his chair. "I told you I don't know, and if you think I killed her, you're crazy. I didn't kill anyone."

"Where were you between one and three thirty that morning?"

Chris leaned forward and put a hand to his head "I left the club."

"Where did you go?"

"I had some thinking to do. I hurt someone important to me and I had to figure out how to fix it. So I went to talk to her."

"To her?" Gil repeated knowing he was referring to Catherine.

"My girlfriend" he paused " Catherine, only she wouldn't answer my calls and I couldn't figure out what to say to her face to face so I sat outside her house waiting."

"Waiting for what exactly" he replied sarcastically at the thought of him sitting outside her home like a predator.

"You know Catherine. She's an amazing woman. When you hurt someone like her, someone that you realized you can't live without you feel ashamed and embarrassed."

Even though he knew the situation he asked anyway "So what happened?"

"I cheated on her." Chris began "She walked in on Jessie and me and I was a jerk. I should have gone after he right away and I didn't."

"Did you and Jessie fight, did Catherine and Jessie fight?" he asked knowing very well Catherine hadn't.

"No. I told you there was no fight. Catherine didn't speak to Jessie. I told Jessie she had to leave; she called me a jerk and stormed out. Catherine didn't do this and neither did I."

Gil nodded "What about Elizabeth Brown?"

"What about her?" Chris asked

"How did you know her?"

"She's hired help." He scoffed "She works for an escort service. Sometime I rent her to help with private parties. You know to keep the men happy."

Gil raised an eyebrow in disgust. Why? He thought was Catherine wasting her time on this guy. " Did you sleep with her." He asked point blank.

"I haven't seen her in two weeks. She was supposed to work for me last Tuesday and she never showed."

"Did you sleep with her?" Gil repeated "Because we found her dead body in an alleyway a block from your club. We also found blood in the ladies room of your club and I am certain that it's a match to her."

"I don't know what your talking about but I didn't kill either of those women. I cared about Jessie but it was purely physical. And Elizabeth and I were…It happened one or two times. I didn't mean anything."

"Elizabeth was raped; you don't know anything about that?"

"Told you I haven't seen her in two weeks. I don't know who is doing this but someone is out to get me. Someone is trying to hurt me and…" he paused "Catherine." He sighed

"What about Catherine?"

"Someone is doing this. Hurting the people I have had recent relations with, I have to warn her."

"Who would want to hurt you? Who hates you that much?" Gil asked knowing that list could be long.

"I can't..." he stammered clearly in distress "I don't know there…I don't know."

Gil nodded and stood up from the table. If Chris was telling the truth then Catherine may be in danger and he wanted to be the one to talk to her first.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked standing up "Can I go?"

Gil nodded he didn't have much and blood in a public bathroom was hardly reason for Chris to be kept in custody regardless if he knew both victims." I'm going to ask you to stay in the city. But you can go."

Chris nodded and passed Gil the only thing on either of the men's minds was getting to Catherine.

**

Catherine rolled over on her back for the fifth time that night and glanced over at the clock. She was about to make another attempt at closing her eyes to fall asleep when her phone rang.

Catherine reached toward the night stand and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" she spoke clearly letting the caller know she hadn't been sleeping.

"Cath?"

It was Gil.

"Grissom." She spoke his name " It's midnight. What do you need."

"We need to talk."

"I'm listening" she replied, her coldness stinging him

"Can I come over?"

`No' she thought to herself ` I don't want to see you right now.' "Why Gil?"

"It's important Cath….." he paused waiting for a response "Catherine?"

"Alright." She answered " Whatever."

"Okay. I'll see you soon."

Catherine hung up the phone and slipped out of bed. Throwing on a sweatshirt or her tank top she headed toward Lindsey's bedroom to make sure the phone hadn't wakened her.

After pulling the blanket over her daughter Catherine turned the out of the room as the doorbell rang.

Not realizing the short amount of time between Gil's phone call and the doorbell ringing she headed quickly to answer before he rang again.

"Chris?"

TBC