A/N: hey. This is my first attempt at a fic with a case so please review and tell me what I should fix or where you think the story should go. Help me, but be nice at the same time. Thanks.
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Grissom walked into the break room before shift, only to find everybody waiting for him. They all glanced up at him.
"Hey guys. Busy night tonight: Sara, you're with me. Catherine, Nick and Warrick, you've got two DB's at the sphere." he said, handing Catherine a file folder. Everybody but Sara left the room to get to work.
"What's the case?" Sara asked, curiously.
"Missing 9 year old, only been missing for a couple hours but we have an apparent crime scene." He looked down at the file in his hands, "Name's Chelsea Claremont. Ready?"
"Yeh, just let me grab my kit."
They arrived to the Claremont residence a half an hour later. A medium sized, one story white house with a sidewalk to the front porch lined with flowers, it looked peaceful. But looks can be deceiving.
A uniformed police officer lead them to the little girl's bedroom, in which a struggle had clearly taken place. A pink lamp lay broken on the floor near the bed, a shelf full of stuffed animals was tipped over, and the left side of a pink curtain was ripped off all the clips except the last one.
"You seeing it too?" Grissom asked after a minute of silent observation from the two of them.
"She's on the bed, playing with her dolls. Somebody enters through her bedroom door, tries to grab her, but she's stronger than he planned. The lamp goes, and sometime before her gets her out the window so does the book shelf."
"And the curtain." Grissom said pointing.
"Probably done trying to open the window and control the girl at the same time, or she ripped it trying to hold on." Sara thought about it, "most likely the latter."
"If he came in through the bedroom door how'd he get in the house?" He wondered out loud.
"I was thinking the same thing, but he had to have come in that way because this type of window can't be opened from the outside and it wasn't broken. It's not hot enough to have to windows open."
They finished processing the room and other areas of the house and perimeter they thought important, then headed back to HQ to speak with the parents.
The couple was already waiting with Brass by the time they got back.
"Mr. and Mrs. Claremont, this is Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle, from the crime lab.
"Nice to meet you" Mr. Claremont said weakly. They were acknowledged with a nod from Mrs. Claremont. Sara and Grissom both took a seat and they began the interview.
"Mr. and Mrs. Claremont, where were you around the time of Chelsea's disappearance?"
"I was at work until 8:30." Mr. Claremont replied defensively. "Why are you questioning us?" His question went unanswered.
"I was home, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, and," She paused, "watching Chelsea."
"Any idea who would have wanted to do this to your daughter?" Brass asked.
"She is only 9, who could possibly want to take her?" Mr. Claremont replied.
I thought that was my question. Brass thought to himself.
The interview got them very little. Basically Chelsea and Mrs. Claremont had come home from Chelsea's dance class and Chelsea went to her room and her mother went about her work.
Grissom and Sara were headed to the layout room to look at things they had brought back from the house.
"A photo album, books, shoes…" Grissom made a note off all the random items that they had scattered in front of them. "A journal?" he asked as he picked up a purple hardcover book with a horse on the front.
"Sometimes people will write down things that they are to afraid to say out loud." Sara responded. I wonder if Grissom has a journal. The thought almost made her want to laugh, then she remembered the leather bound book she kept.
"We should read it." He said.
"I'll read it, you go check up on Brass."
We just saw him25 minutes ago I doubt he has anything new. He thought, but went along with it, and walked out of the room.
TBC (maybe- let me know if I should)