Disclaimer: I don't own the CSI characters..just the storyline...
Chapter 8
"So, you've not seen Greg since he graduated?" Asks Grissom.
"Nope, not seen that young fella in years." Margaret replies. They're sat in an interview room, Catherine and the others are watching Grissom and Brass interrogate Margaret through the mirror.
"I don't believe her" says Nick.
"You didn't believe the last guy either" says Sara, "and he checked out, let's give Grissom a chance to talk to her."
"When did you start your little collection in the cupboard?" Enquires Grissom.
"Well obviously when he was in my class! Didn't you see the yearbook photo's? I've got his test papers, he always got A's, and not because I liked him. He's just special!!" She raves. Brass is looking frustrated, something isn't right.
Catherine says "Her medication is for psychosis, so she's not all there, so how's she still teaching?"
"She probably stays medicated at school, keeps herself under control." Replies Nick.
"What's that?" Catherine asks, pointing through the mirrored window. She leaves the room in a hurry and appears in the interview room.
Grissom looks up "Catherine?" he says enquiringly.
"Um," she pulls out some tweezers, "I can just see something here on Ms. Jewson's sweater" she says, "I thought I'd come through to collect it." She plucks the errant fibre from the clothing, puts it in an envelope and leaves the room. Outside Nick is waiting.
"What is it?" He inquires.
"Looks like a hair to me, lets hope it has a tag!" Catherine tells him. Leaving together they head to find Mia in the D.N.A lab.
"There's a tag, are you sure it's not one of the suspect's?" Mia asks.
"It's the wrong colour, her hair is dark brown." States Catherine.
Mia runs the tests, carefully, but as fast as she can, the computer beeps and whirrs as it works. Nick fidgets restlessly.
"Come on, come on." He chants.
The computer finally gives a beep. The printer spits out some papers. Nick grabs them, reads them, then turns to Catherine, "It's Greg's" He states.
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Catherine rushes off back to the interview room. The interrogation is continuing, but doesn't look like it's going anywhere. She looks through the door at Grissom, who beckons her in.
"So Margaret, you haven't seen Greg since he graduated?" she asks.
"Haven't I already answered that?" Says Margaret, fidgety now.
"Ok, how do you explain this hair on your sweater?" Catherine asks "We've run some tests on it and it belongs to Greg." she finishes. She looks at Grissom, obviously this was new information to him.
"I can't explain it" she says tentatively.
Grissom suddenly stands up, "Hold her here Brass. I'll call you soon." Then he leaves the room, followed closely by Catherine.
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"What's up Gris?" Asks Warrick.
"There's something we've missed, I believe Nick touched on it before when he asked where you'd get nitrous oxide, Sara said it get's used in some experiments." Grissom responds.
"So?" Asks Sara.
"So, Ms. Jewson's a science teacher," Grissom throws in, "we're going to the school."
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The final bell of the day had just rung when they all arrived at Western High. The halls were teaming with teenagers. Grissom tells them all to wait twenty minutes to let them disperse.
"We won't get get far with them all here" he says.
After the halls had cleared they all gather together.
"Right there's five of us, plus nine patrol officers, I want everyone to split up and search, keep on the radio's. Check every cupboard and room. Seven upstairs, seven down here. GO!" Says Grissom.
Every room, bathroom, cupboard, office, and hall is turned upside down, Greg has to be in the school. Margaret Jewson didn't have him at her home, and because of the hair on her clothes they were all sure she'd stashed him somewhere.
"Guy's" comes Warrick's call over the radio "I think I've found something, I'm over by the sports hall, ground floor."
They all hurry to meet him. "What is it?" Asks Grissom.
"It's a door, I walked straight past it, I didn't even notice it at first." Answers Warrick. They all look at each other.
"Open it!" Demands Grissom.
Warrick opens the door, looks into the gloom, then looks back at the others. He pulls out his flashlight, and steps down onto the wooden step.
Duh Duh Duuuuuuuuuuh... More soon!
