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My CSI Romance Chapter 2
Phoebe looked at her watch, it was 2:30am, she and Grissom had just returned to the lab,
he'd headed off to his office, leaving her to find Greg.
She had checked around most of the lab, and asked Sara and Nick, who she'd spotted
heading out, if they'd seen him, but they didn't know where he was. Finally she spotted him in
the break room eating his way through a tub of ice cream.
"Hey, you're a hard man to find."
Greg looked up from his ice cream, smiling at her, "Sorry, I needed a break after all those
trash bags."
"You've finished going through them all?" she sounded impressed.
"Yeah, luckily Nick and Sara managed to help me finish before they got called onto another
case," he explained.
"Oh, yeah I saw them heading off… so you find anything?" she asked as she took a seat
opposite him.
"Not in the bags, but, get this, tox screen shows that the victim had pancuronium bromide in
his system," Greg explained.
"Pavulon? The muscle relaxant" she questioned.
"Yeah, and like 5 times the normal dose, I spoke to the Doc and he said at that dose its
enough to relax the respiratory and heart muscles so much that they just stop working."
"So our suspect knew what they were doing and had access to the drug…" she smiled to
herself.
Greg stared at her, "I don't know you well enough to know what that face means..."
"Wanna know what we found at the hospital?" she smiled.
"I do now," he replied.
"Turns out Joe Marsden was taken into the ER a week ago, Doc's thought he might have
meningitis, did a lumbar puncture, turns out he just had a bladder infection," she paused
taking a breath, "Anyway, doc didn't do a great job on the LB, caused some pretty bad
damage to our vic's lumbar nerves, he's been in the hospital ever since," she finished.
Greg raised his eyebrows, "So, when did he go missing?"
"Yesterday, nurse on shift say's the porter arrived, had a form to take him down for a scan, he
never came back. Cops spoke to the porter, he said he left him in the waiting area or the MRI
department," she told him.
"What about surveillance camera's?" he suggested.
She shook her head, "Believe it or not those cameras are only for show."
"What?" he sounded shocked, "They don't actually work?"
Again she shook her head, "Apparently they're too expensive, patients insurance doesn't
cover the cost."
"Man… I don't wanna ever be a patient there," he sighed.
"But wait, I have more," she smiled, seeing the slightly dejected look on his face. "The Doc
who preformed the LB, well he was just covering the ER that night, short staffed, hasn't done
one in about 20 years… our vic threatened to sue him, and put in a complaint."
"And I bet he wasn't too happy about that," Greg interjected.
She shook her head, "Nope… uh, damn it I've forgotten his name… the captain?" she asked.
"Brass?"
"Yep, that's him, he's tracking him down for us now, gonna bring him in," she explained.
"Wow, you've been busy," he smiled.
She gave a small laugh, "Yep…" for the first time she looked down at the ice cream in Greg's
hand, "Hey, isn't that my ice cream?"
He looked down at it, "No, its mine, Ben and Jerries."
"Half baked right?" He nodded, "That's what I put in there earlier."
He stopped for a minute, before a look of realisation hit him, "Oops, sorry, I got fish food for
tonight… I usually have half baked, but they were all out… sorry," he apologised.
"I guess I can let you off, seeing as its my first night and if I'm horrible you'll all hate me
forever more," she mumbled the last part to herself.
Greg laughed, "I'll get you some more for tomorrow I promise."
She grinned, "You don't have to do that."
"But I will… and seriously, what's with you thinking everyone's gonna hate you, are you a
secret bitch?" he teased. She raised her eyebrows, while trying to hold back a laugh, "Hey I
can tell you wanna laugh."
She gave a small laugh, "Ok, you got me, I really moved here cause I'm a bitch and no one in
Chicago likes me."
"Well see that wasn't too hard to admit now was it," he joked.
"Hey!" she smacked him lightly across the arm.
"Man, you really do have an affect on the ladies, one night with you and she's already hitting
ya."
They both looked up to see Warrick stood in the doorway, "So, I found out what tool our
suspect used."
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"He's lying," Phoebe muttered under her breath. She and Greg were stood watching through
the glass as Grissom and Brass spoke to their suspect, Doctor Andrew Arlett.
He had told them that although the victim had put in a complaint it didn't worry him, as it
wouldn't get very far, claiming that the complications were normal, and he'd been advised of
the risks beforehand.
Luckily he'd given up his DNA and prints, they were still waiting on the results from tox and
prints off the syringes they'd sent from the trash bags.
"You think he done it?" Greg asked her as they watched him leave.
She turned to him, "Well, he's a surgeon, specialising in orthopaedics, Warrick told us the tool
used was an orthopaedic saw, he has access to pancuronium bromide, and knows what
would be a deadly dose…" she trailed off.
"So we need to find some evidence to back you up," they heard Grissom's voice and turned
to see him stood behind them.
"Greg, I want you to take these prints round to Jackie, see if she can get a match to any of the
syringes you recovered from the trash bags," he handed over the prints he'd just taken from
the suspect.
"I'm there," Greg returned as he took the prints, giving Phoebe a small smile before heading
out the room.
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She turned another page in the large file, rubbing her eyes as she did so. Grissom had asked
her to go through Dr Arlett's file, he'd had more then one complaint made against him in the
past few years.
She yawned glancing at her watch, she'd only been at it for 20 minutes but it seemed like
much longer. She was humming along to the music playing through her ipod, and didn't hear
anyone enter the room.
Greg could see Phoebe sat leaning over the table, reading through some notes.
"Hey," he called as he entered the room. She didn't look round, "Phoebe?" he tried again. Still
no response, he walked right up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Hey Phoebe."
She jumped, spinning round, one hand pulling her headphones from her ears while the over
flew to her chest, "Jeese, Greg, you scared me!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry," he smiled, "Didn't realise you had headphones on."
"Oh, yeah, that," she began, "I uh, find it easier to concentrate with music, I guess that
sounds kinda stupid huh."
He grinned, "Actually, not at all… what you listening to?" he found himself asking.
"Oh, uh, My Chemical Romance," she replied, as she turned the ipod off, placing it on the
table.
He nodded his head, looking impressed, "Rock chic huh, well you pass my approval."
She gave a small laugh, "Thanks… I guess," she paused staring at him for a second as if
waiting for him to say something, when he didn't she spoke up again, "So… the prints?"
"Oh, right sorry," he spoke up, remembering why it was he was there. He held out the paper
in his hand, "Of the 47 syringes we recovered only 19 of them hand any prints, I figured more
often then not people are wearing gloves right? So of the 19 that did have prints only one of
them was a match to Dr Arlett, and guess what tox found in that syringe?"
"It wasn't pancuronium bromide by any chance was it?" she smiled.
Greg returned the smile, "Ten points to the rock chic, Phoebe Jones."
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"So, what do we know?" Grissom asked, as he Phoebe, Greg and Warrick were sat found the
table in the break room.
"Well, we have a syringe recovered from the same trash bag as our vic's foot and arm that
has Dr Arlett's prints all over it, and traces of pancuronium bromide inside," Greg spoke.
"Yeah, and our suspect definitely used an orthopaedic surgical saw to slice and dice the
body," Warrick added.
"Yeah, and Dr Arlett's an orthopaedic surgeon, meaning that he'd know exactly what tools to
use," Phoebe continued, "And get this, his file reads like journal of malpractice complaints. In
the past ten years he's had more then 30 complaints made against him, ranging from verbal
abuse to death of patients," she explained.
"And he's still working?" Greg sounded surprised.
She nodded her head, "Yeah, every time he's gotten off on a technicality, someone out
there's sweeping it all under the carpet… but this is where is gets interesting, 4 months ago
the chief exec of the hospital retired… the new one has already threatened to fire him if there
are any more complaints made against him." She informed them.
"And guess who's up for retirement in a few months?" came Brass's voice from the doorway.
They all looked up at him, "Let me guess, if he's fired he'll miss out on his retirement
cheque?" Phoebe asked.
"35 years loyal service to desert palms, it's a pretty hefty pay off," Brass confirmed.
"But there's still one thing that doesn't make any sense to me," Warrick began, "If he did it,
then how did he get rid of the rest of the body?"
"Well, maybe he separated the pieces, putting them in different bags," Greg suggested.
"But then how did he mange to get rid of them all on his own… and why leave the one
behind?" Phoebe thought aloud.
"Unless he had help," Grissom interjected.
"Someone out there didn't tell us the whole truth," Brass added.
"Right, Warrick, Phoebe, I want you back at the hospital, talking to anyone working that
worked that night as well as staff that work with Doctor Arlett, everyone from secretaries to
nurses, to the canteen staff, find out all you can on this guy." Grissom told them.
"Sure thing Griss," said Warrick, as he and Phoebe stood up, heading out the room.
"Jim, can you get the porter in here, find out if he's hiding anything, take Greg with you"
"I'll go get him in now," Brass said heading out the room.
Greg stood up, "You think we'll get anything more from him?"
"Maybe, he was the last one to see our vic alive," Grissom reminded him.
Greg nodded his head before he too headed out the room.
Grissom paused, looking around the empty room, before standing up and leaving the break
room.
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6.30am, she looked up from her watch. They'd spoken to everyone who possibly worked with
Dr Arlett, including the anaesthetist who had been working with him in surgery for the past
week, who had confirmed that Dr Arlett used pancuronium bromide during his surgery, but it
was his job as the anaesthetist to administer it, and Dr Arlett had never done it, which meant
he had no reason for his prints to be on that syringe.
They were in the process of looking through the OR that was used by Dr Arlett. They didn't
expect to find anything, everything was cleaned and sterilised, so any evidence that their vic
had been there had been cleaned away. Still it was worth a shot.
Warrick was stood looking at the operating table, looking for any signs, anything that had
been missed. He heard the door from the anaesthetic room open and looked up to see
Phoebe enter, holding a book in her hands. "What you find?" he asked.
"This is the controlled drugs book, they keep a log of all the drugs that are used, on which
patient, and how much is left after shift, guess what they're missing?"
Warrick headed over, looking in the open page of the book she held, "5 vials of pancuronium
bromide, missing 2 nights ago," he read out loud, "We gotta get a photo of that."
She held the page open for him, as he took a photo of the page. They both heard the door
open and looked up to see a security guard stood in the doorway.
"Are you meant to be in here?" he asked.
Warrick stepped forwards, holding out his card from around his neck, "Warrick brown, Phoebe
Jones, were with the crime lab," he explained.
"Has this got something to do with that missing patient?" the guy asked.
"You know anything about that?" Phoebe questioned.
"No… but I did see something I thought was a little unusual a few nights ago…"
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"So you broke him huh?" she teased.
Greg smiled, "Well, what can I say, he just crumbled under the pressure."
"So Brass hit him hard," Warrick spoke up, knowing how it really went.
"Sure, give Brass all the credit," Greg complained.
Phoebe gave a small laugh, "So what did he say?"
"Well, he told us that Dr Arlett was the one who told him to take Joe Marsden up to the MRI
department, which he questioned, seeing as it was about 10pm, so I guess Dr Arlett was
desperate, as him paid him $100 not to ask any questions," Greg explained.
"$100? That's all it took to take some poor guy to his death," Phoebe interrupted.
"Well, he said he was broke and needed the money, so when a couple of hours later Dr Arlett
offered him another 100 to help dispose of some waste bags he took him up on the offer, he
claims he never knew what was in them," Greg continued.
"And he backed up our guy's story that they were interrupted by the security guard?" Warrick
questioned.
Greg nodded, "Yeah, said they were almost done when he asked them what they were
doing."
"Good work guys," came Grissom's voice, as he appeared behind them all.
"I'm going with Brass to talk to our Dr now," he told them, turning to head down the corridor,
he stopped and turned back, "Oh and Phoebe, stick around, I wanted to talk to you before
you leave," he added.
"Sure thing," she nodded, watching his retreating figure as he headed down the corridor. For
what seemed like the millionth time that morning she looked at her watch, it was gone 10:30,
the shift ended well over 2 hours ago. She gave a small sigh.
"He probably just wants to make sure your first shift went ok, don't worry about it," Warrick
spoke up, hearing the sigh.
"Huh… oh yeah, sure, thanks," she smiled, though that hadn't been what the sigh was for.
"Well, I'm off, I'll see you guys tonight," Warrick called, as he headed out the room.
"Bye," Phoebe and Greg said simultaneously.
Greg looked over at Phoebe, "So, how was your first shift?"
"Better then I expected… I think I'm gonna be okay here," she smiled.
"Me too," he replied, as he stood up, "Well I guess I'll head home… I'll see you tonight right?"
"Of course."
"Right, well bye then," he said, pausing once more before turning and heading out the room.
Phoebe watched him leave before sighing to herself once more, she slouched down in the
chair, hoping to stay awake before Grissom returned.
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It was well over an hour later before Grissom returned to the lab, he found Phoebe where
he'd left her, half asleep. He led her into his office, shutting the door behind him as she sat
down.
"So, what did the Doc say?" Phoebe questioned.
"He tried to maintain his innocence," he began.
Phoebe nodded, "How about when you showed him all our evidence, and the porter's
statement?"
"Even a hare will bite when it is cornered," he told her.
She smiled, "So he confessed."
"Near enough, and we had enough evidence to charge him," he replied, after a pause he
spoke again, "So, I really kept you here to find out how your first shift was."
"It's been pretty good… actually, if I'm honest a lot better then I expected," she told him.
"Well, I have to say, I'm impressed with the way you work, and I think you'll fit into the team
well," Grissom assured her.
She gave him a small smile, "Thank you, and I hope so, I really enjoyed working with
everyone here, I think I can make it work."
"Well, you should get home and get some sleep, no doubt it'll be another busy shift tonight,"
he told her.
She stood up, "Ok, well I guess I'll see you in a few hours," she smiled, as she headed toward
the door. She opened it and paused before turning back to Grissom, "Oh, I just wanted to say
thank you, y'know for taking me on," she told him.
He gave her a small smile, "Phoebe I only take on people I think are good enough for my
team, and your work tonight proved that I made the right decision."
She paused, unsure what to say, instead she just gave him a smile, heading out the door.
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As she pulled her car into the parking lot of the hotel she cut the engine. She sighed as she
stared out the windscreen toward the building that had been her home, ever since she'd
caught Chris with that other woman. She'd stuck around long enough to throw all her clothes
into some bags and leave.
Grabbing her bag from the passenger seat she got out the car, making her way towards the
building, giving the doorman a small smile as he opened the door for her.
As she made her way up to her floor she listened to all the noise around her and groaned,
how was she ever gonna get to sleep.
Once in her room she threw her bag down onto the bed, kicking off her shoes. She pulled her
cell phone from her pocket, before she went to sleep there was one call she had to make.
Dialling the numbers she put the phone to her ear, waiting for an answer.
"Hi, this is Phoebe Jones, I'm just calling to say I wont be able to look at those apartments
today like we scheduled… okay thanks, I'll call back tomorrow, bye," she finished, closing the
phone and tossing it aside. Normally she would have a shower before she went to sleep, but
seeing that it was already midday she knew she only had about 4 hours before she would
have to get up again. She slowly stood up, stripping off before pulling on a vest top and
shorts. She tossed her old clothes aside, she'd get them later, and pulled herself into bed.
Closing her eyes she could feel the tears welling up once again. Every night she'd been in
this room she would cry herself to sleep, and she may have managed to pull off being the
strong independent type on her first shift in her new job, but the reality was she was still
feeling broken and betrayed by what had happened.
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