CSI: Crime Scene Investigators

When Life Merge With Death

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters. All original Characters and events are purely fictional.

Author Note: Hiya! I'm back! I didn't get any reviews for the previous chapter so I got a little disappointed and needed some time to get myself jumpstarted for this one. It's short, but I'm getting on with the rest of the chapters as we speak. I also revised all my other chapters and change the layout to make it easier to read. Please review and stick with me. I promise it will make sense.

Chapter 4

Greg was stunned. Grissom? A parent? But how? He has never mentioned a daughter before. He never even mentioned a wife or any woman in his life before. Still on the other side of the one-way mirror, Greg tried to look for similarities between the two. That's when he remembered her words from before.
"My father got me interested in science. He's a criminalist... ...My only nightmares are of spiders and bugs... ...To master forensics, you need to master everything else first."
Shaking his head, Greg walked out to go find an icepack for the girl. 'You learn something new everyday in this job.'

Sniffing, Sonette looked up. "Can you please just send someone over to my apartment... Mrs. Qantas..."
Nodding, Grissom walked over to her. "Okay. We'll head over there now. I'll have another CSI meet us there. While we're there, you will get some stuff together. You're not staying there all alone tonight."
Smiling slightly, she stated "You think it's wise to take me to a crime scene I'm a suspect off?"
Looking at her crossly, Grissom answered. "You're not a suspect. You're a victim. Come on." Just as he was about to help her up, Greg walked in with the ice-pack. Handing it to her, Grissom mentioned for both Brass and Greg to follow him into the corridor.

Turning to face them, he started. "Look... I will always remain professional. Let's not make an issue about this. If we find a dead or shot landlord, I'll let Warrick work it. I'll be hands off with mild supervision."
Chuckling mockingly, Brass asked hotly. "Shouldn't you be hands off on the others as well? Grissom, she's a suspect. I heard her sad tale in there, but come on!"
Facing Brass, Grissom was about to say something, when Greg stepped in. "Let's check her alibi. She said she was severed with a warrant? Paper trail. It's easy enough to follow. Besides... none of us has spoken to doc Robbins yet... we don't know Trish Millard's time of death. She might be telling the truth."
"We might also be dealing with a copy cat. Trish Millard is the first brunette. What's to say she didn't kill the rest?" Brass fired back impatiently.
"Surveillance cameras." They all turned to watch the girl stand in the doorway. "I work nights with permanent cameras in all the labs. Two of your murders took place at night. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Captain Brass, but I'm no murderer. I want to work for CSI... why kill my chances by killing random people. Besides... what motive do I possibly have?"
"Sonette." Grissom looked at her.
Dropping her head, she apologized. "I'm sorry. I'm just very tired."
Sighing, Brass looked form her to Grissom, before stating. "Can't say I blame you, Gil. Remember with Ellie? I guess I acted just like you. Let's go. What kind of name is Sonette anyway?"
Looking at Brass disbelieved, he stated matter-of-factly, "Sonette. Comes from the word Sonnet. Meaning a poem... with fourteen verses."
Shaking his head Brass responded. "Figures."

After dropping Greg off at the lab so he can start working on checking Sonette's alibi, Grissom, Brass and the now much calmer Sonette was heading to the other side of Vegas... and possibly another crime scene. Grissom called ahead to make sure Warrick met them there. As they turned the corner, the trio was greeted by the flashing lights of a couple of squad cars. The paramedics were wheeling an old man into the back of the ambulance. Getting out of the car, Brass walked over to where Warrick was standing next to a very old grey hair woman. Grissom and Sonette were right behind him.
Looking at Grissom, Warrick turned from the woman and atomically started to fill his supervisor in. "Male victim. Late sixties. Shot twice... Stabile, but critical. His wife, Mrs. Eliza Qantas, said that he went to help the "Sweet angel" neighbor out. Bullied by her boyfriend. Door was kicked in; I got a shoeprint off it. No weapon found on the scene and the kid is still missing."
Nodding Grissom turned to the new widow. "I'm so sorry, Eliza."
"Not to worry, Gilbert. Jonathan just wanted to help... Oh... I just wish I new were Sonny was. If that tyrant Mark took her..." The old woman broke down in tears.
Stepping forward, Sonette wrapped her arms around the old grieving lady. "I'm alright Mrs. Qantas. I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Frowning at the scene before him, Warrick silently questioned Brass. Shaking his head, Brass asked. "Where does this boyfriend of yours live?"
"Ex-boyfriend. We broke up. I have been trying to get a restraining order against him, but the police said I lacked efficient evidence for one. He has a suite in Hacienda Avenue."
"Hacienda Avenue? That's forms part of the southernmost point of the Vegas strip." Warrick asked in disbelief.
Nodding her head, Sonette replied "Mark Antoine, son of Casino owner Bill Antoine. He lives in one of the Casino's. I'm not sure which one is in this month. He likes to move."
"No wonder you can't get a restraining order!"
Brightening, the old woman lifted her head. "Oh yes you can. I recorded him! Yes I did. I got everything on type. From the first blow on your door. That will teach that ruffian."
All eyes turned to the woman with looks of disbelief to respect to utter shock.

Author note: The info of Hacienda Avenue is an actual fact. I just made up the casino owner. The quotes in this chapter is my own and NOT from an episode. They will start in the next chapter. Thanks for reading. ;o)