Disclaimer: It wasn't mine an hour ago when I started and isn't now.
A/N: Jumping right into chapter two, hope finish before I go to bed. Got most of the story worked out, just need more details. Ya'll know the devil's in the details, right? ;)
The three of them processed that scene for hours; they collected a ton of evidence; blood, shoeprints, and a hundred other things that may or not prove useful. And it all still needed to be processedback at the lab.
Greg, after spending all day in court, and all night at the crime scene, was having trouble keeping his eyes open for more then thirty seconds at a time. He needed a few hours' sleep, or at least a good cup of coffee if he was going to help process anything. "Hey, Grissom," he asked, "Do you mind if we grab a cup coffee?"
"We have coffee back at the lab."
Sanders rolled his eyes. He was fairly certain that the stuff the county provided was mud, and Hodges finished his bag of Blue Hawaiian yesterday. "I meant good coffee."
Nick laughed. "Aww, come on, boss. That sounds like a good idea."
Grissom relented. "Fine. You got anyplace special in mind?"
Greg smiled and directed him to a small place not too far from the campus.
They pulled into the dusty parking lot as the sun was rising. Gil put the Denali right in front of the big bay windows toward the front of the shop. The three of them exited quickly and walked into the shop, Brass right behind them.
The place seemed pretty quiet, aside from the odd student studying and hanging out with friends. The atmosphere reminded Greg of a Starbucks, only a lot cozier.
A tall, slender kid was standing behind the counter. The nametag pinned to his shirt introduced him as Jason.
He peered at them through thick, horn-rimmed glasses. "So what can I get for LVPD's finest?" Jason smiled, suddenly recognizing one of them. "I suppose that you'll what your usual, Mr. Sanders."
"Yeah." Greg shrugged. "And make it Greg." He was a regular here, and knew that Jason was a student at the college, and was studying to become a CSI as well.
"Right." The kid nodded. "Hey, guys. This is the third cop car to come through in the last few hours. Is there something going up at the campus? There's been crazy rumors going through here all night."
Greg sighed, "One of the professors was murdered."
Jason's dark blue eyes widen. "What?" He looked as if it he hadn't heard correctly.
Grissom spoke up. "Professor Jennifer Lee was killed in her office last night."
"No way. I was in her class this afternoon." Shock and disbelief were etched into his features as tried to digest Grissom's statement.
Greg said, "So you knew her?" Jason nodded.
"Is there anyone you can think of he might have had a grudge against her?" Brass asked, trying figure out if he was looking at just a witness or a suspect.
Jason shook his head. "No way, she was a great teacher." He paused. "Why? Do you think it was a student? "
Nick interjected. "We aren't thinking anything yet. All we're looking for information to find out what happened to her."
Jason gave very grim smile. "Only information? My friends, information is the most valuable thing of all, and I'm afraid that I have none to give you. I've been here all night." He placed a few cups of coffee on the counter. The young clerk dismissed the money Sanders offered. "Free for Las Vegas's finest."
It was clear they weren't getting anything from him but coffee. They thanked him and headed back to the lab. Grissom decided to go see Doc Robbins while Stokes and Sanders went to see if anything that they collected would lead them to a suspect.
Doc Robbins was just finishing up as Gil arrived at the morgue. He looked up at the supervisor. "It almost looks like the killer did my job for me." He said, almost sadly. "This was definitely personal."
Grissom nodded. "Yeah. This more then just excessive." He sighed. Grissom had worked for the crime lab a long time, and so there was very little that could shock him anymore. Gil wondered if that was good thing when the Doc's voice snapped his attention back to the task at hand.
"I said that these cuts were made while she was still alive. COD is massive blood loss due to injury." He looked over at Grissom. "You okay?"
"Fine." Grissom snapped, sounding harsher then he'd meant to. "Anything else?"
"Signs of consensual sex. Sent a kit to DNA."
"Thanks,. Doc." He went to go see if Nick and Greg had turned up anything.
They were waiting for him in the layout room. "You guys get anything with the shoeprints?"
Greg spoke first. "We can rule out George's shoes. They don't match the prints at the scene, and the size and wear pattern are different."
"Killer wore a size nine Converse Chuck Taylor." Nick said. "There's not much else to do but wait for DNA and hope that the killer cut himself.
Grissom nodded and filled them in on what Doc Robbins had found, adding that they may have another suspect once DNA results came back.
Greg, meanwhile wasn't paying attention as he stared at the photograph in front of him. It was of the victim, He had been staring at it almost ten minutes after Grissom left the room.
He nearly jumped out of skin when Nick tapped him on the shoulder. "You okay, Greggo?" His friend seemed a preoccupied.
Greg shook his head. "We've got catch this nut."
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long finish, but I've a little busy. I'm hoping to have another chapter up tonight to make up for it. I have the story completely outlined, it's just the actual typing I need to finish. Unfortunately, I can't sit at desk for too long because I injured my knee over the weekend.
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