A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry... I just can't seem to manage regular updates... real life keeps coming in the way... well at least its not a year long delay...
Disclaimer: For some reason I still don't own CSI...
Chapter 3: One of Our own
- So if what Sofia says is true, then we don't have to catch the bad guy, the vampire generals will do it for us?
- No we still have to solve it Nick. Didn't you get the part about vampires that break human laws have to be punished by humans, as long as not one of the nobles insist on a vampire court trial? So now we have to examine the evidence on the scenes and try to catch him as we would a human criminal.
With that Catherine returned her attention to her crime scene notes and sketches.
In that moment Wendy came bursting through the doors to the layout room.
- Catherine, we have a problem.
Everyone in the room focused their attention on the DNA-tech.
- You know the swabs taken from around the wounds on the victims' necks. Seven of them were negative for saliva, but the last one gave a match.
- Yeah, that's great, now we just have to go and talk to the SOB.
Greg said looking happily around the room.
- So what's the guy's name?
They all looked expectantly at Wendy at Warrick's question.
- That's the problem. The DNA came back a match to Gil Grissom…
All the faces in the room changed simultaneously from expectation to shock, and they didn't recover from it before the sound of Sara slamming the door behind her, when she left, reached their ears.
- Y-yo-you doesn't believe Gr-Gri-Grissom did this do you?
At Greg's stuttered question, they all turned their heads towards Catherine.
- I think we should wait with the judgement until we have spoken to him.
And with that she turned and left the room.
Lucifer paced back and forth in front of his coffin. The Vampire King was worried. He wasn't sure how the team of CSI's would react to the fact that a lot of the mythological creatures from nightmares and horror movies weren't mythological at all. They existed side by side with humans.
If they behaved like typical humans, they would refuse to accept it, and he would have put his daughter in danger and that he didn't like at all. But he knew from experience that the news was better understood if they came from someone the humans knew. And so he had taken the risk and sent his only daughter because he thought it was the wisest thing to do.
But now Sofia had been gone for a hell of a lot longer than he thought the mission would take and the worry was gnawing on his stomach.
He could not bear the thought of losing Sofia too. He had lost his wife, Isabella, more than 2500 years ago to the Minotaur in the labyrinth at Knossos. At the time he had been living as a human under the name Theseus. His wife had been sent into the labyrinth as a sacrifice to the Minotaur and Lucifer had tried to save her, but he didn't get there in time, and practically mad with grief he had slain the Minotaur. Later he had visited the oracle at Delphi and she had told him that if he didn't lose any other member of his family then he would meet a woman he could love as much as he had loved Isabella, but he would have to wait at least 2000 years before he would meet his love again.
- Dad, are you okey?
The King was torn from his sad musings by the voice of his daughter. At the sound of it he jumped from his resting place at the side of the coffin and hugged her close to him.
- Dad, what's the matter?
- I was just thinking about your mom…well about losing your mom, and how I can't stand the possibility of losing you.
- Oh…Okey…well I can assure you, you won't get rid of me anytime soon, and…well…everyone at the CSI lab understood that vampires at least was a possibility they had to consider and they didn't turned violent or angry or anything.
- Well that's good. Then there is one less thing for me to worry about. Now if you would excuse me, I have a few things to tend to and you should get some sleep.
As his daughter trotted of to her coffin Lucifer smiled to himself. Now after so much waiting he thought he had finally found what he was looking for, or rather who he was looking for. The young girl at the lab was so much like his beloved Isabella. Maybe the prophecy was about to be fulfilled. The Vampire King decided to go and pay Sara Sidle a visit.
Except for Sara, who they hadn't been able to find, the entire graveyard shift at the Las Vegas Crime Lab was standing on the doorstep of the house of their boss, friend and mentor and wondering if they also should add serial killer to the list.
As Catherine rang the doorbell for the third time, they heard footsteps at the other side of the door.
- Hey guys, what are you doing here?
- Grissom, we need to talk to you…about the case we're working.
- Catherine, I have a few days off now and I was hoping I could spend them without thinking about work. I'm sorry but you'll have to figure it out yourself.
With that he turned and started to close the door, but Warrick blocked it.
- I think you really need to hear about this because if we don't talk about this here we have to send Brass and get you towed to the station in handcuffs and that is something none of us would like or benefit from.
For a while Grissom just stared at Warrick, but then he turned and silently let them into his house. It wasn't until they had all reached the living room and settled in, that he started to talk again.
- This is about the murdered girls in the hotel isn't it?
- Yes Griss, it is. And can you guess what we found on one of the bodies?
- My DNA from saliva around the wound? But I swear I didn't kill those girls. I hope that it is no more than a coincidence that this madman murdered these girls only hours after I was there. The only thing I did when I was there was to drink her blood; she was still alive and breathing when I left. Is it right to assume that someone has already explained to you that these murders were committed by a vampire. Good, then I also assume that you at least guessed what I was before you came here. But I can assure you that I didn't murder these girls, because if I had I would have left no evidence. This is of course not insurance enough, but I can prove it to you if you have brought equipment to draw my blood.
- Excuse me, but how is drawing your blood going to prove that you are not a mad vampire.
- Well…drawing my blood is not going to prove I'm not mad, but it will prove that I'm not the mad vampire you're looking for. Vampire DNA is very special because we don't have the same DNA everywhere in our bodies. The DNA in most of our cells is that of the shape we're in, so at the moment my DNA matches Gil Grissom the human. But there are a few exceptions: the DNA in the cells of our hearts and brains is always that of our vampire selves, and the DNA in our blood consists of both our human and vampire DNA plus the DNA of all the persons we have fed off of for the last three months, and this is how I can prove my innocence. If you draw my blood you will find DNA to match to the same girl from which you got my DNA, but you will find no DNA from the other seven girls.
At this explanation finished everyone just sat there in silence for a while. The team of CSIs were trying o sort through all the information they had been given, and Grissom was worrying about why the girl he had fed from were murdered by this madman. When Catherine finally awoke from her thoughts she ran out to her truck to grab her kit and draw Grissoms blood. Nothing was said during this and the only words exchanged afterwards were the goodbyes as the team left.
Well back at the lab every CSI on he nightshift were practically hanging over Wendy as she analysed the blood sample they had gotten from Grissom. After a very tense hour they finally got the results back and they were conclusive. Grissom had only consumed the blood of one of the murder victims.
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