Could you do it?
One-Shot / Mini-series
Author: Lolly4Holly
Rated: (T)
Pairings: Nick/Greg minor slash
Summary: A tough shift at the lab gets everyone thinking about murder. Under the right circumstances, anyone can be driven to murder, but who did it?
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.
Warnings: Adult content. M/M slash relationship. Implied M-Preg! Crime scene gore.
Authors Note: Based around season 6, no specific episode but it's around the time of Nick's moustache :D I was watching some repeat episodes from the beginning of season 6, and suddenly thought of this little fic. This is NOT the sequel to Baby Makes Three. I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter One: The Case
Leaning against the wall of the busy hospital wing in Desert Palms Hospital, Greg let out a wide yawn of exhaustion after the double shift he just pulled, that still wasn't over. The last suspect they had left to interrogate was killed in police custody, which didn't look good since their suspect was accused of killing a police officer. Greg was currently waiting at the hospital to talk to the deceased officer's partner who saw the whole thing and took two bullets himself.
The officers in the hallway didn't like Greg's presence there as he now had to investigate who killed their suspect, and they all looked guilty as the motive was honouring a fallen officer.
Glancing up as Grissom entered the hall with Officer Bartlett's pregnant wife in toe, Greg stood up straight, giving them both a curious look. Grissom offered his condolences to Officer Bartlett's wife Linda then watched her leave before he turned towards Greg.
"Officer Bartlett died, Greg. He had unforeseen internal bleeding. I'm gonna send you back out to the holding cell with Warrick and Sara. I've still got Nick at the crime scene where the first Officer was killed."
"Are we gonna retrieve the bullets from his body?" Greg hesitated to ask.
"Yeah, I'll get Doc Robbins to pull them." Grissom nodded as he pulled his ringing cell from his pocket. "Oh, and Bobby said the bullet from our supposed cop killer's body doesn't match any of the officers guns." He reported before he put his phone to his ear, taking a few steps away from Greg to answer it. "Grissom . . . hey Catherine, whatcha got for me?"
Turning for the other end of the hall, Greg looked around at all the officers giving him an evil eye as he made his way off towards the exit. He felt an eerie chill tingling its way down his spine as they were all looking at him as though he was the enemy, when really, he was just doing his job.
As Greg reached the outside doors, his cell started to ring on his hip. "Hey moustache boy." Greg immediately answered then snickered to himself as he heard the Texan giving out a groan from the other end as people had been constantly calling him that since he decided to grow a moustache.
"What is the deal with me growin' a moustache? You're the one who said you liked facial hair on a man."
"Yeah, facial hair Nicky. Not a porn 'stache." He laughed as he made his way through the parking lot towards his car. "What did you want anyway?"
"You're still at the hospital, right?"
"Just leaving." Greg nodded as he fumbled with his keys in his pocket. "Whatcha looking for?"
"Did you talk to Bartlett yet?" He asked, leaving no room for an answer as he started to explain, "I just listened to the call that Officers Bartlett and Lloyd made to dispatch. Officer Bartlett said on the radio that there were probably multiple suspects, but we only collected cartridge casings from the one gun, and as far as we can tell, there was no one else in the room. I was wonderin' if you could..."
"He's dead Nicky." Greg interrupted him. "He died before I could talk to him. Grissom's going back with the body to the lab to retrieve the bullets as we speak."
"Oh." Nick scratched at the hair growing on his upper lip as he looked past the bright yellow crime tape towards his crime scene. "Well, are you okay hun?"
"Yeah, I didn't really know him, but he's got a severely pregnant wife." Dropping into the driver's seat of his car, Greg looked off towards the police car in the distance that had the sheriff in the passenger seat. "I have to go back out to Warrick and Sara's crime scene at the station. Apparently Doc Robbins pulled the bullets from our dead cop killer, the bullets weren't a match to any of the officers guns though."
"So we just lost our suspects." Nick groaned as he climbed into the driver's seat of his own vehicle. "At least we know we're not lookin' for a cop out for vengeance."
"Unless they used a different gun because they knew it could be traced." Greg pointed out to him then looked at his watch to see the time. "Looks like we're gonna be working a triple though, so I'll call you later."
"K babe, be safe."
"Always am." Greg replied then snapped his phone shut before he started up the engine of his car, dialling Sara's number on the way toward the exit to find out where they were at now.
A few hours later Grissom called everyone back to the lab for a meeting in the conference room so they could figure out where they had got so far.
Catherine was the last to arrive as she had been working with Internal Affairs Officer Carl Wilson all day, interviewing the suspected officers involved. "Okay." Grissom cleared his throat as they all took their seats. "Where are we at right now? Nick, what'd you get from your crime scene?"
"The blood at the crime scene was mostly Officer Lloyd's; the rest of it was Officer Bartlett's. The only cartridge casings that I found on the crime scene belonged to the suspect's gun, Loui Charlton." The Texan reported as he handed the photos of the evidence round for everyone to look at. "Officer Lloyd was hit three times. One bullet entered his vest, it only caused minor bruisin'. The other two shots were the kill shots; they caused him to bleed out quite quickly. Officer Lloyd was dead when the paramedics got there."
"What about the boot prints?" Grissom inquired.
"The bloody set leadin' away from where Officer Bartlett was shot, I managed to positively match to the paramedics boots. None of the suspects were on scene; he didn't step in any of the blood after he gunned down both officers. He just left." Nick scratched his moustache as he handed the photo evidence of the boots over to Grissom to take a look at. "Loui's hands tested positive for GSR. The gun was registered to him, and bullets from both officers were positively matched to his gun. He's definitely our guy." He concluded.
"Okay." Chewing the end of his glasses frames, Grissom looked over the evidence in his hands to confirm it was correct before he turned his head towards Warrick. "And what did you get from your crime scene?"
"When Loui was brought into custody earlier, his hands were tested for GSR." Warrick started to explain, "His DNA was taken and Sara took his fingerprints. Loui was then transferred to a holding cell by Mitch. The time stamp on the security lock was 10:01 pm. Twenty minutes later he was moved to one of the interrogation rooms to talk with his lawyer. There were no security cameras on for client counsellor privileges, but Officer Mitch was guarding the door the whole time." He assured him.
"Right, then Mitch pat him down to make sure he wasn't carrying anything and took him back to his holding cell at 10:38 pm." Sara reported, showing them the still footage from the video feed. "Then Nick and Brass interrogated him on the murder of Officer Lloyd while the DA was issuing a warrant to search his house."
"We found the gun used to kill both officers in the bedside draw of his apartment." Warrick held up the photo. "Bobby D test fired the gun in his lab. The bullets from his gun were a positive match to the bullets from both officers."
"What time was Loui found dead?" Grissom queried.
Sara opened up the report in front of her, reading off the event times she had recorded, "Well at 11:16 pm day shift CSI, Veronica Stone came down to the holding cell next to Loui's. She was going to collect a blood sample from her suspect related to a B&A. That's when Veronica saw Loui dead on his cell floor, and immediately reported it."
Reaching for the coroner's report, Warrick refreshed his mind of what Doc Robbins had told them down in autopsy before he showed the report round to the rest of the team. "Loui was shot in the third eye, close range. The bars tested positive for GSR. Splatter against the back wall is at his height, so he was standing when he was shot, probably facing his shooter..."
"Right, but none of the officer's weapons killed him." Sara interrupted before he took all the glory for their investigating. "The security camera didn't pick up anyone going in through the main door where it was directed. All the officers were accounted for in the station. And nobody heard or saw anything." She groaned as they were still at a dead end.
"Okay, so we've closed the Lloyd and Bartlett case. Now we just have to find out who shot Loui." Grissom scratched at his stubbled beard as he looked across the table at all of the evidence laid out in front of him. "Well, who has a motive?" He asked them all.
"Everyone?" Greg immediately answered.
"He's got a point." Warrick nodded in agreement. "We all know how much the guys round here hate cop killers. Anyone of them could be a suspect."
"How?" Sara asked as she leant on her elbow. "We checked everyone's weapon. It's not possible for a civilian to get past security either. I agree that it's an inside job, but we're talking about cops here."
"Yeah, but we only checked their standard sidearm's." Warrick pointed out to her. "A lot of these cops carry backups that aren't standard issue."
"Check everyone's again." Grissom ordered as he put his glasses back on. "Greg, I want you to go back to the hospital and collect Officer Bartlett's personal things. See if he talked to any of his doctors or the paramedics who picked him up. Nick, you help Sara and Warrick. Catherine, you're with me." Climbing to his feet, Grissom signalled for Catherine to follow him out of the room off towards his office.
Warrick and Sara collected up their things next, slowly exiting the room as they discussed the officers, who they knew carried back up weapons, figuring out where they could start with the whole inside job theory.
Nick watched them leave then stepped around the table towards where Greg was still sat checking the messages on his phone. Cupping Greg's chin in his hand, Nick gently turned his head to press a kiss to his lips. "You know, that is the quietest you've ever been in a meetin', G." He pointed out to him.
"I'm just tired." Greg assured him as he knew how much he always worried about him. "You are gonna shave that thing before your birthday right?" Greg teased him as he climbed to his feet. "I completely take back my statement of liking men with facial hair; you know what I would like though?"
"No, what?" Nick queried as he straightened up, fearing what Greg was going to make him do this time.
Keeping Nick in suspense a moment to torment him, Greg smiled before he finally decided to answer, "A whole weekend off."
"Oh." Nick sighed in relief then nodded in agreement. "Yeah, yeah me too. After shift I'll talk to Grissom. I'm sure we've got a couple of days saved up. Especially after all the triple shifts we've been working." Nick smirked then brushed aside his growing fringe from his forehead before he pressed a kiss to Greg's cheek. "I'll see you later."
"Love you." Greg called after him as he head towards the door.
"Love you too." Nick replied then head off down the hall, getting back to the case so he could finally go home and get some sleep.
Greg watched him walking away then looked at the cell phone in his hands as it started to ring. "Hello?" He answered.
"Sweetie, it's mom." His mother Jean Sanders replied. "When are you coming home? You've been there for hours, don't they..."
Greg rolled his eyes as she once again began the talk of how he was so overworked and severely underpaid. "Mom, if you keep calling me every twenty minutes or so, I'm never gonna be finished here, which means I'll be here even longer." Greg pointed out to her in an annoyed tone. "Now, did you want anything specific this time or did you just call to moan at me, again?" He complained.
"No, I didn't call to moan." She protested. "There's somebody here that wants to talk to you." Jean handed the phone over to the sticky fingered little girl sat at the breakfast counter, giving her a wide smile before she head off towards the fridge to fix them some lunch.
"Daddy, when are you coming home?"
I hope you enjoyed this small mini-series I just thought of. Each chapter will be around 2,000 words each. It was orignally going to be a one-shot idea, but it was too long for that :D And don't worry, I'll update my other stories once I get some more ideas, but this should keep you entertained for the time being!
Thanks so much for reading. Please remember to review!
~ Holly