AN: thanks for reviewing! You guys are the best! Anyway, I have a snow day
today (yippie!) so I will try to at least write, if not post the next
chapter today. Just so you know, my plan is that when all of you agree that
the murderer is NOT one person, I will mention that person in the
murderer's POV and basically eliminate one person at a time. So, don't
forget to review!
"You're confused." "Yes." "That's the best place for a scientist to be."
Chapter Four: Nothing
"We know the gun was the vic's. It was registered to her and the daughter told police that it was kept in the end table drawer," Grissom announced, as he set the evidence down on the table.
"It wasn't locked up?" Sara asked. "That's unusual."
"Not really," Warrick said. "A lot of parents don't lock up their guns - more than you would think anyway. You've seen the commercials."
Sara nodded.
"Was the knife you found in the sink our other weapon?" Warrick asked.
"Yeah," Sara replied.
"Where's the tongue? Did someone find it?"
"No," Grissom said. "We looked, but no one found it anywhere near the crime scene."
"Well, it's got to be somewhere," Warrick said grimly. "Tongues don't just get up and walk away."
"You don't think the killer...kept it?" Sara asked, shuddering.
"It's been known to happen," Grissom said coolly.
"Ugh. Do we have any suspects or possible motives?" Sara asked, changing the subject.
Grissom sighed. "Not yet."
"What about the girl's father?" Warrick suggested, sifting through the papers on the table. "Do we know anything about him?"
"The daughter says she doesn't know who the father is, but her mother knew."
"And wouldn't tell her or what?"
"Apparently."
"Do you think the father was trying to get custody?" Sara mused.
"But he never tried to be a part of her life before," Warrick protested.
"We don't know that," Grissom said. "All we know is that the daughter, who is only five, if you recall, does not know her father. She says her mother knew who it was, but didn't tell her. That's all the information we have right now."
"Maybe the father doesn't even know she was pregnant," Sara added. "We should go look for clues to who the father is. Pictures or something."
"Hey, Gris," Catherine said, poking her head in the door. "Sorry to interrupt. Nick and I are on our way to process the gang shooting that just got called in. Greg says he needs you in the lab." She turned to address Sara and Warrick. "Any luck?"
"What do you think?" Sara asked sarcastically, gesturing at the slim amount of evidence they had collected.
"Well, I hope Greg's got something good for you. We're off."
"You're confused." "Yes." "That's the best place for a scientist to be."
Chapter Four: Nothing
"We know the gun was the vic's. It was registered to her and the daughter told police that it was kept in the end table drawer," Grissom announced, as he set the evidence down on the table.
"It wasn't locked up?" Sara asked. "That's unusual."
"Not really," Warrick said. "A lot of parents don't lock up their guns - more than you would think anyway. You've seen the commercials."
Sara nodded.
"Was the knife you found in the sink our other weapon?" Warrick asked.
"Yeah," Sara replied.
"Where's the tongue? Did someone find it?"
"No," Grissom said. "We looked, but no one found it anywhere near the crime scene."
"Well, it's got to be somewhere," Warrick said grimly. "Tongues don't just get up and walk away."
"You don't think the killer...kept it?" Sara asked, shuddering.
"It's been known to happen," Grissom said coolly.
"Ugh. Do we have any suspects or possible motives?" Sara asked, changing the subject.
Grissom sighed. "Not yet."
"What about the girl's father?" Warrick suggested, sifting through the papers on the table. "Do we know anything about him?"
"The daughter says she doesn't know who the father is, but her mother knew."
"And wouldn't tell her or what?"
"Apparently."
"Do you think the father was trying to get custody?" Sara mused.
"But he never tried to be a part of her life before," Warrick protested.
"We don't know that," Grissom said. "All we know is that the daughter, who is only five, if you recall, does not know her father. She says her mother knew who it was, but didn't tell her. That's all the information we have right now."
"Maybe the father doesn't even know she was pregnant," Sara added. "We should go look for clues to who the father is. Pictures or something."
"Hey, Gris," Catherine said, poking her head in the door. "Sorry to interrupt. Nick and I are on our way to process the gang shooting that just got called in. Greg says he needs you in the lab." She turned to address Sara and Warrick. "Any luck?"
"What do you think?" Sara asked sarcastically, gesturing at the slim amount of evidence they had collected.
"Well, I hope Greg's got something good for you. We're off."
