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A Late Night Phone Call

The following conversation was recorded at 02:68 at the Las Vegas Criminology Lab, May ninth, 2001

[Voice 1] Hello, Las Vegas CSI, can I help you?

[Voice 2] Uh..hello. Can I speak to the head of the department?

[V1] Gil Grissom?

[V2] Uh...okay.

[V1] I'm sorry, he's not in right now.

[V2] Please! Is there anyone else I can talk too?

[V1] There might be someone in, I'll see.

---A Pause---

[V1] There is someone here still. Would you like me to put you through to her?

[V2] Yes.

---A Pause---

[Voice 3] Hello?

[V2] Can you help me?

[V3] How? Who are you?

[V2] Oh, I'm sorry. Abby Lockheart.

[V3] Okay. I'm Tuesday Haskle.

[V2] I really need your help.

[V3] I understand. What seems to be the problem?

[V2] Well...oh!

---Muffled Sobs---

[V3] Please, Ms Lockheart. Can you tell me what the problem is?

[V2] Yes... Well, I have a missing person to report.

[V3] Ms. Lockheart, traditionally the Criminology lab does not deal with missing people...

[V2] Please! I have to find Luka!

[V3] Luka?

[V2] Luka Kovac. He is the missing person.

[V3] Can I put you through to the main line...

[V2] No! I have to talk to you.

[V3] Uh...okay. Where are you calling from?

[V2] Chicago.

[V3] Chicago, Illinois? Isn't that a bit far? Maybe you have the wrong number?

[V2] No!

[V3] Okay. Please explain your problem.

[V2] Well, Luka was visiting Las Vegas for a few days, and he was supposed to return today, but he didn't.

[V3] One moment.

---A Pause---

[V3] Maybe the plane was late?

[V2] No. I met the plane he was supposed to come in on and he wasn't there.

[V3] Do you think he gave up his seat?

[V2] No!

[V3] Okay, Ms. Lockheart. First of all, I do not usually deal with missing persons. If I can get proof that there is some sort of foul play involved—

[V2] Foul Play!

[V3] Ms. Lockheart. Currently, it has not been twenty-four hours since his disappearance, correct?

[V2] I suppose.

[V3] Okay. If he doesn't show up by the eleventh, I want you to call the police station, not the Criminology Lab. If you can't get through to them, call me. But, only IF you can't get through.

[V2] Yes. What was your name again?

[V3] Tuesday Haskle. Tuesday, like the day. H-A-S-K-L-E.

[V2] Got it.

[V3] Okay. Is that all?

[V2] Yes, goodbye.

[V3] Goodbye.

---End of Phone Call---

     Tuesday sighed, and leaned back at her desk. The call had been a strange one, and she wasn't happy about it all. She ran a hand through her hair. The woman hadn't sounded that old, but had been very frantic. She popped the taped conversation into a manila envelope and scribbled a note:

Gris-

We working late, when I got this phone call. What do you make of it? Should we investigate? Write me a memo over it, I don't know if I'm coming in tomorrow.

---Tuesday

Tuesday plunked the envelope on Grissom's desk and left. She didn't give much thought to the phone call after that, just happy to sleep.