Read disclaimer CH1
Advertisements contain the only truths to be relied on in a newspaper. - Mark Twain
Part Two - The Evidence
Grissom reluctantly hung up the phone. He had tried her home phone and her cell phone. Either she wasnt answering, wich he highly doubted or there was something seriously wrong. Sara would never miss work without letting someone know.
On his way to the crime scene Grissom called the hospital to check on the Jane Doe. Aperantly the bullet had come close to hitting her heart and she was still in surgery. He briefly considered stopping by Sara's apartment but rejected the idea. If she wasnt answering her phone chances where she wasn't there. Pulling into the parking lot of the small grocery store that had been robbed he tried calling Sara again.
"Hi you've reached the home of Sara Sidle, I'm not home right now...."
After leaving a short message Grissom grabbed his kit and walked over to talk to Brass.
"Hey" Brass said "where you been?"
"I've been trying to get ahold of Sara, you haven't heard from her have you?" he asked
"Can't say that I have" Brass replied, he then proceeded to outline the case for Grissom.
"Looks like your typical hold up. The victim was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Store owner, over there..." he pointed across the street to a man being interviewed by a policeman. "says that the perp looked like he was on something. I'm thinking maybe he was looking for money for a fix. Also says that the guy wasnt wearing a mask or gloves so it looks like we may get lucky."
"good for us bad for him." Grissom replied as he turned to go inside.
Entering the crime scene the first thing he saw was Warrick taking pictures of the crime scene.
"Hey Griss, I'm just finishing up with these so you can start dusting for prints. Did you find Sara?"
"No" Grissom said shortly ending the conversation before it began. The truth was he was starting to get really worried about Sara. Maybe he had finaly driven her off. Was this the too late she had spoken of? Still no matter how mad she was at him she would never have left without saying something to someone. Of that he was positive. With a sigh he forced himself to concentrate on his work. He flicked the powder brush over the glass and felt a rush when he saw five perfect prints develop on the glass.
"Bingo" he said "I think we have the perps fingerprints here. He must have put his hand down on the glass while waiting for the cashier to get the money togother."
Warrick looked at him quizzically "he wasn't wearing gloves?"
"No Brass talked to the store owner. He wasn't even trying to hide his identity, the guy was sky high. They'll probably be able to ID him from the security tapes, the fingerprints are just a bonus."
Warrick walked over to the full shopping cart and started processing it.
"Toothpaste, lightbulbs, coffee. Just everyday things." He said as he proceeded to dust the cart for prints.
Behind him Grissom crouched down searching for the bullet shell and spotted it underneath a shelf full of junk food. Getting down on his knees he reached under the shelf and plucked it out with tweezers.
"Looks like a standard 9mm" He said as he studied the shell before placing it in an evidence bag.
"Ok I think we're done here" Warrick said as he finished lifting the prints. "I'll get this evidence back the lab and get it processed.
Grissom packed up his kit and handed the perps prints and the shell to Warrick.
"Here take this, I'm going to stop at Sara's on the way back to the lab and I don't want anyone saying we contaminated evidence."
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Sara's apartment was just around the corner from the crime scene. Pulling into the parking lot he saw her car and started to get a bad feeling. Standing in front of her door he took a deep breath and knocked loudly. There was no answer he knocked twice more before he started to get worried.
He was about to knock again when a door opened behind him.
"If your looking for Sara she isn't there. She left a couple of hours ago."
Grissom turned and studied the elderly woman.
"Oh umm thanks.... Do you know where she went?" He said as he felt his stomach sink.
"No I'm sorry"
"Thats ok" Grissom said before turning and hurrying back to his car.
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Advertisements contain the only truths to be relied on in a newspaper. - Mark Twain
Part Two - The Evidence
Grissom reluctantly hung up the phone. He had tried her home phone and her cell phone. Either she wasnt answering, wich he highly doubted or there was something seriously wrong. Sara would never miss work without letting someone know.
On his way to the crime scene Grissom called the hospital to check on the Jane Doe. Aperantly the bullet had come close to hitting her heart and she was still in surgery. He briefly considered stopping by Sara's apartment but rejected the idea. If she wasnt answering her phone chances where she wasn't there. Pulling into the parking lot of the small grocery store that had been robbed he tried calling Sara again.
"Hi you've reached the home of Sara Sidle, I'm not home right now...."
After leaving a short message Grissom grabbed his kit and walked over to talk to Brass.
"Hey" Brass said "where you been?"
"I've been trying to get ahold of Sara, you haven't heard from her have you?" he asked
"Can't say that I have" Brass replied, he then proceeded to outline the case for Grissom.
"Looks like your typical hold up. The victim was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Store owner, over there..." he pointed across the street to a man being interviewed by a policeman. "says that the perp looked like he was on something. I'm thinking maybe he was looking for money for a fix. Also says that the guy wasnt wearing a mask or gloves so it looks like we may get lucky."
"good for us bad for him." Grissom replied as he turned to go inside.
Entering the crime scene the first thing he saw was Warrick taking pictures of the crime scene.
"Hey Griss, I'm just finishing up with these so you can start dusting for prints. Did you find Sara?"
"No" Grissom said shortly ending the conversation before it began. The truth was he was starting to get really worried about Sara. Maybe he had finaly driven her off. Was this the too late she had spoken of? Still no matter how mad she was at him she would never have left without saying something to someone. Of that he was positive. With a sigh he forced himself to concentrate on his work. He flicked the powder brush over the glass and felt a rush when he saw five perfect prints develop on the glass.
"Bingo" he said "I think we have the perps fingerprints here. He must have put his hand down on the glass while waiting for the cashier to get the money togother."
Warrick looked at him quizzically "he wasn't wearing gloves?"
"No Brass talked to the store owner. He wasn't even trying to hide his identity, the guy was sky high. They'll probably be able to ID him from the security tapes, the fingerprints are just a bonus."
Warrick walked over to the full shopping cart and started processing it.
"Toothpaste, lightbulbs, coffee. Just everyday things." He said as he proceeded to dust the cart for prints.
Behind him Grissom crouched down searching for the bullet shell and spotted it underneath a shelf full of junk food. Getting down on his knees he reached under the shelf and plucked it out with tweezers.
"Looks like a standard 9mm" He said as he studied the shell before placing it in an evidence bag.
"Ok I think we're done here" Warrick said as he finished lifting the prints. "I'll get this evidence back the lab and get it processed.
Grissom packed up his kit and handed the perps prints and the shell to Warrick.
"Here take this, I'm going to stop at Sara's on the way back to the lab and I don't want anyone saying we contaminated evidence."
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Sara's apartment was just around the corner from the crime scene. Pulling into the parking lot he saw her car and started to get a bad feeling. Standing in front of her door he took a deep breath and knocked loudly. There was no answer he knocked twice more before he started to get worried.
He was about to knock again when a door opened behind him.
"If your looking for Sara she isn't there. She left a couple of hours ago."
Grissom turned and studied the elderly woman.
"Oh umm thanks.... Do you know where she went?" He said as he felt his stomach sink.
"No I'm sorry"
"Thats ok" Grissom said before turning and hurrying back to his car.
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