Hey. So this should work out to be two or three chapters, depending if you guys like it. I hope you like it. It was originally going to be a long one-shot but due to the lack of response on my story My Best Friend Vinny, I'm thinking it might be best to break up the chapters to keep interest. Tell me what you think, and if you want to be an even more amazing person to me maybe you could stop by that other story and leave a review? If you want.
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She Wore a Ponytail and Ring
"Catherine and Nick you've got an MIA witness in the Brook case in Dessert Creek. Greg you'll be running the evidence for this case. Warrick and Sara you have an attempted robbery at a Quick Stop in Lawnridge." Grissom explain, handing out address slips, containing the little information he could get, to his team.
After a few parting words and flirting attempts made by Greg in Sara's direction the two teams were off on there cases, leaving Grissom to his paper work and Greg to his music.
At their scene, Cath and Nick could see no signs of forced entry. Walking through the extremely organized house nothing seemed to be out of place. A few flattened moving boxes stood in the hall closet, while many valuable objects were left indicating a robbery had not taken place. Finishing the third walk through Cath couldn't help but examine the photos adorning the walls. High school and college graduations were shown as well as many old family photos. Harvard graduate and native Californian could be deduced from the images.
Deciding to dig into his, Roger Montigues, trial and personal life back at the lab, they packed up their things and left.
Back at the lap Warrick and Sara lounged in the break room waiting for Brass' call. At their seen they had found many finger prints by a know offender, Warren Grot, including many on the crowbar used to open the register. Archie had also gone through the security footage and found feed of Warren committing the crime. All that was left was the confession and arrest.
"You guys waiting for evidence?" Grissom asked, grabbing a coffee from the counter
"We got our perp, Brass is with him now." Warrick answered
"Good job. It should be closed within the shift. I'll have two team up with Cath and Nick as soon as it closes." He says walking back out of the room, eyes linger on Sara for a moment longer then necessary.
"I guess we've got a while until Cath and Nick even get back from the scene. I still can't believed Grot left behind the weapon, isn't criminal instinct number one to keep it with you, or dispose of it?" Warrick asked glancing at Sara, who sat across from him at the table.
"Strange. Have you been following the Brook case? I hadn't heard about it until tonight." Sara questioned, stirring her coffee.
"What, Queen of the Police Scanner took a day off?" He asked, granting him a small smile, "All I know is that there was this string of internal affairs issues at the Brook Corporation. You know, the lawyer firm? Anyway, people were suspecting many of the lawyers to have been stealing the money they had won for their clientele. Though if you ask me, their rates alone are consistent with robbery." He finished smiling
Sara went still for a moment running back through distant memories. "Do they have any suspects?"
"The witnesses are pointing fingers at about four high powered lawyers." Warrick answered taking a sip of coffee. "The strange thing is, all of the witnesses live in California along with the suspects. To have one of the suspects live out here would have to mean they had moved, in the middle of an active case. Which means they must have been threatened, seeing as they didn't move to Mexico." Smiling slightly, he let the conversation drop.
After a few more moments Cath and Nick strode into the room files filling their hands.
"That for the case?" Warrick asked
"Yeah, these are all the information about the trial, and those" he pointed to the few inch tall stack Cath was holding, "are all the information on the MIA witness, Roger Montigues."
The trio continued talking for a few moments as Sara starred blankly ahead. "Roger Malcom Montigues?" She asked trying for a calm voice, but was visibly shaken.
Cath glanced up at her from the head of the table and flipped through the first file on her stack, "Yes, Roger Malcom Montigues age 38."
Quickly and deathly quietly, Sara exited the room much to the surprise and concern of the other occupants. Making her way lost in thought to Grissom's office, she tried to settle on the best way to tell him, and the team.
Knocking twice on the open door, Sara walked in. Seeing the smile on Grissom's face caused new worries to arise in her. Turning to close the door she prepared herself.
"Gil, I have something to tell you and this is definitely not the right time or place but in five minutes the team is going to know, so you might as well know before them seeing as we're together." She paused, wanting to be able to feel how it felt to be with him for as long as possible.
"Are you alright?" He asks, concern growing in his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, well , what I have to say will probably end this and I don't want that to happen." She said quickly, deciding it was either she told him in the next two minutes or Cath would do it for her, she continued, "I can't work the Brooke case because Roger Montigues is my ex-husband."
Silence greeted her, and she watched as he thought. Taking the seat in front of his desk she continued, "It wasn't really a marriage marriage, more like a business agreement. I told you about my family, well when time came for college I wasn't able to get enough support, with my parents dead and in the system. I met Roger at, I think, my fourth home right after I was excepted to Harvard. He was also excepted but faced the same difficulties as me. With the lack of funding we hatched up this plan to get married and receive the additional aid from the government and college. With him being eighteen and me sixteen it was surprising we were even able, but the foster parents didn't really notice what they were signing so I guess it worked out.
We ended up having to share a room in college, which wasn't really bad having shared a room at our foster home. After I graduated we stayed married until he graduated too, in order to keep the aid. He became a lawyer, working cases like got divorce a few moths after he finished school. We both felt guilty having in our eyes abused the system, so we have been putting money each month to sponsor a foster child into college. I should've noticed something was wrong when he didn't deposit any money last month." She finished realizing she had been rambling for quite some time.
"Sara, honey, I don't care. I wish you would've felt comfortable enough to tell me sooner, but I would never end this because of something you did in the past. You do know you will have to be investigated now though. They're all going to find out about the other things from the past, not only this." He said gently
"I know, it was going to come out eventually. As long as you're still here, I don't really care what they find out. Besides at least this way I won't have to tell them anything." She said leaning back in relief, but a bit of worry still resided in her brain.