Finding his Heart Part 4
Scene- Season 1 Episode number 22, 'The Strip Strangler'
Song lyrics- Where is your heart, Kelly Clarkson
I don't understand
Your love is so cold
It's always me that's reaching out
For your hand
And I've always dreamed
That love would be effortless
Like a petal fallin' to the ground
A dreamer followin' his dream
"Gil, I need a word with you outside." Sheriff Mobly said from Eileen Snow's bedroom doorway. Grissom turned around to face Brian Mobly, a distressed look etched his face. Grissom
looked back at Warrick before he sighed and followed the Sheriff outside. Grissom looked out into the daylight, it seemed so strange to him since he was used to working nights. The
minuet he thought of daylight, Sara came into mind. He didn't know why but she did and whenever she did come into his mind he felt like a wave of peace washed over him. Right now he
knew that work was still important, especially for this case. Grissom came back out of his thoughts, still following Mobly he broke the silence, "You're bringing the FBI in? Why?" Mobly
sighed before he responded to Grissom's question. "They offered their assistance, and I'm inclined to take it. Of course, uh, I'd want to make sure your okay with that." Grissom took his
sunglasses out of his vest pocket and put them on, trying to cover himself from the flock of newscasters. "I don't believe the investigation should go that way, Brian. I mean roadblocks
and special ops?" Grissom replied, a hint of fear in his voice. Mobly shook his head in a sarcastic fashion, "Oh, that's a pity, cause I do. Maybe you'll feel different when you meet Rick
Culpepper." Grissom looked beyond Mobly who was in front of him to another man, dressed in an expensive suit and wearing sunglasses. As Grissom and Mobly walked closer to the man,
he drew out his hand to Mobly who graciously took it. "Sheriff Mobly." Rick said as a smile came over his face. "Rick." Mobly responded, the smile was contagious, he caught it too. Rick
turned to face Grissom, the smile never leaving his face. "Hi, Rick Culpepper. Federal Bureau of Investigation." He announced as he extended his hand again, this time facing in Grissom's
direction. Grissom took it out of politeness, "Gil Grissom, Agent Culpepper." Culpepper put on a twisted face as he continued the light conversation with Grissom, "Uh, Special Agent. It's
great to meet you. All our kids back in Quantico are always going on about your bugs." Grissom remained quiet as he watched Culpepper take off his sunglasses and focus his gaze on
him. "Well, listen, the FBI is here to help you and your people at CSI. Of course, uh, as SAC, the investigation will run through me. Sheriff probably already told you that." Culpepper
concluded as he turned to face Mobly who in turn Grissom was also now facing Mobly. "No, he didn't mention that, either." Culpepper stepped in once again, trying to save Mobly from
Grissom's smart remark. "All rivers run through Rome so to speak." He laughed before he continued, "But, uh, you get an attaboy. Three women dead cause you couldn't get the job done.
There are not many guys who can hand the case over to us Fibbies." Grissom replied dully to Culpepper, "I'm not handing it over. I'm willing to work in conjunction to you." Culpepper
nodded his head, the smile was slowly coming back, "Well, that's fine. We'll work the Strip Strangler case in conjunction." It was Grissom's turn to put on a face, this one in confusion, "The
what?" Culpepper replied in an honest, non-sarcastic tone, "He strangles them near Las Vegas Boulevard then removes their clothes. Strip Strangler. Why? What do you call them?"
Grissom faced Rick Culpepper and also answered in a non-sarcastic tone, even though he knew that Rick wouldn't take his answer seriously. "Unknown signature homicide, Metropolitan
Las Vegas." Culpepper turned to Mobly, "Oh. He's not kidding, is he?" Mobly shook his head to the question.
Grissom started walking back to the house until he heard his name being called by O'Riley. "Excuse me. Guy over here's got something you might want to hear. Syd Goggle. He's a security
guard. Community patrol. Says he saw a man speeding away from here last night." Grissom stopped in his tracks and turned back around to follow O'Riley. As they came up to the yellow
police tape, Grissom could make out a thin man, late thirties wearing a brown baseball cap, a matching brown jacket and a white dress shirt. "Mr., uh, Goggle? Gil Grissom." Grissom
introduced himself the security guard. O'Riley lifted up the police tape, letting Syd in to talk to him and Grissom. "I know who you are, sir. I've seen you on TV." Syd said as he turned to
face Grissom. It was like he was always there, Grissom and O'Riley hadn't noticed until his loud, political voice was announced. "Special Agent Culpepper. You have information for us, sir?
About a man fleeing the scene." Grissom almost jumped, he didn't even now Culpepper has tagged along. Syd still faced Grissom, "I didn't get his license. I didn't think of it till this
morning. Be He was really burning rubber, though." Grissom smiled as he responded, "Would you please give Detective O'Riley a full statement? If we have any more questions, we'll get
back to you." Syd smiled in return, "Listen, if you need any help in your investigation, Mr. Grissom…" Grissom raised his hand slightly as he interrupted Mr. Goggle, "The last time a security
guard tried to help me, he ended up dead. But thank you." O'Riley gently took hold of Syd's arm as he leaded the man away from Grissom and Culpepper so he could get his full
statement. Grissom turned to Culpepper, "I'm late for an autopsy." And he started to walk back to his Tahoe. Culpepper was left for a while until Mobly came back up beside him. "He'll
need a little patience." Mobly added as Culpepper nodded. "Wouldn't respect him if he didn't." There was silence for a while until the two men started to walk back to the apartment were
the vic was found.