Chapter One Dead Bodies
"Why is there a ring on your ring finger?" She said accusationally.
"Oh," Warrick smiled, "because I'm married now." He'd replied.
"Cath!" Grissom barked, "Case assignments." He waved the files in her face, jerking Catherine out of the flashback. She and Warrick had talked about his elopement months and months ago, but it still bothered her, though she wasn't going to show it.
"Right. What do we have?" She said.
Grissom gave her a thin file,
"I've got you and Warrick on a DB up in Summerlin," he turned away, "Nick, Sara and Greg you're with me."
"Well what do we have?" Greg asked. Grissom looked at him and said slowly,
"A high roller with a missing leg at the Bellagio."
Sara sucked in air, she hated Mondays. Greg looked nauseous,
"Glad I asked."
Grissom smiled,
"Let's get to work." And with that, the 7 of them begrudgingly left the room.
Sara snapped off a couple of pictures of meth with the camera while Nick was processing the room. Greg was taking blood samples off a champagne glass, he checked to make sure it was blood. It was.
"Blood on the glass." He said, he held it up to inspect it further, "how did it get on here? You would expect there to be more blood, especially on the bed where they found the body, but there was only a small pool. But just this glass and the sheets have noticeable blood." He pulled out a bag a carefully slid the glass in, he had already dusted and checked for fingerprints. None.
"You want weird Greggo?" Nick said, he dusted the glass top of the bedside table, "no fingerprints, on ANY surface I could dust for. How do you kill a guy and not leave any fingerprints, anywhere?" He dusted the chair, still nothing.
Sara lowered the camera,
"Maybe he replaced the sheets after the blood coagulated long enough to only allow a small pool to form on the bed, and the edge of the bloody sheets wiped off on the glass on the way out?"
"What about the missing fingerprints? And where would he get extra sheets?" Nick asked. Sara shrugged,
"I don't know, maybe --?"
"Wait." Nick pulled his activated beeper out the his pocket and read the number,
"Guys, Grissom wants us downstairs, pronto." He put the beeper back, and shrugged.
"Why would he want us now? We're still processing the room!" Greg asked, he was looking for any blood on the walls with the UV flashlight.
"Hey I don't know, I just get the messages." He stopped, "I gotta talk to Grissom about that." Sara smiled and followed him out the door, Greg followed her, taking his kit, and the evidence they collected with him. He wasn't about to take any chances, after Nick's car was stolen with every piece of evidence collected from the crime scene in it, he wasn't going to do that again.
Catherine got out of the driver's side of the SUV, Warrick got out the other.
The address of the deceased was a pretty upscale neighborhood, which surprised them.
"How could a killer even get through the front gate?" Warrick asked, he didn't come from this kind of money.
"Just climbing over the walls usually does it. But, still, it's not the place you'd expect to find a dead body." Catherine said. She walked into the house under the police tape. Warrick followed, he bent under almost fully at the waist, he was a lot taller than Catherine. They went through the door and were overwhelmed by the stench of death.
Warrick wrinkled his nose and held up a hand to block the smell, Catherine started to breathe through her mouth, there was a dead man spread eagle in the middle of the living room floor.
"Wow, how long was this guy dead for David?" David looked up at her,
"About three days, which is why he stinks."
"I'll process the living room – Cat?" Warrick looked up at his friend, she really is beautiful, he thought. Catherine almost made him doubt his marriage to Tina, and he tried to shake the thought from his head. Focus Warrick, he thought.
"Yeah?" Catherine answered, she was fingering papers on the kitchen counter. She had already started taking pictures of them.
"What do ya got?" Warrick asked, coming over.
Catherine's eyes were wide,
"This guy was a doctor, a surgeon. Why would someone want to kill a person that helped people?" sometimes, why people killed others completely baffled her.
Warrick sighed and reached over Catherine's shoulder to look at the papers, his eyes squinted,
"These are paychecks. They aren't cashed." He looked up at her with his eyebrows raised.
"How long ago were they from?" Catherine asked. She walked away and started snapping pictures of the blood smudged on the glass door, and the microwave.
"You're never gonna believe this," Warrick started, "these go all the way back to '04."
Catherine turned around,
"What! That can't be right." But sure enough, he was right.
"So the guy doesn't cash his checks from '04, and now, he's dead." She put her hand on her hip.
Warrick smiled, something he rarely did and had no idea why he was grinning now,
"We've got motive." He held up the papers and put them into a bag, for evidence.
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