A/n: hey. I'm sick, tired and too sleepy to edit this properly. If I messed up, let me know. And don't forget to review! GSR means gun shot residue.

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Chapter 8

"Grissom!" Nick called out to him. He stopped and turned to face Nick, "Did you find who the gun was registered to?" he asked.

"Our vic, Arthur Corby. There were 2 rounds left in the 6 shot revolver. But the bullet we recovered from the body aren't from the gun." He said bringing Nick up to speed.

"You mean we're looking for another gun?" Nick asked. Grissom nodded.

"I'm going to go talk with a few employees." He said.

"Great. I'll call Brass." Nick said.

"No, for 2 reasons. One; he's working with Catherine and Warrick and two; I need you to skewer a foam dummy."

"You want me to what?"

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An hour and a half later, after carefully measuring and plotting the marks, double-checking the angles and finally sticking orange rods in the foam dummy, Nick sat back to admire his handiwork. Compared to what he'd been through in the past, this was very strange. The angles didn't quite seem to match. The shoulder shot had entered his shoulder at a downward angle. How this was possible, Nick had no idea. The leg shot seemed hardy normal either. He had skewered into the thigh and out the back of the knee. Unless the attacker was extremely close, that shot was impossible. Not to mention the shot above the heart. At an upward 72.5 degree angle, it wasn't something you saw everyday. He wondered if it was even possible even with the victim was lying down. He would have to test this.

Just then, Sara walked in. "Have you seen Grissom?" she asked.

"He went to talk with a few of the employees."

"And you? Is that our vic?" She asked pointing to the skewered dummy.

"No, that's a foam dummy." He deadpanned, "What did you find?"

"Well, the pants, had almost no GSR on them. His shirt however, " she paused to show him the picture she'd taken, "the entire right sleeve was covered in it."

"So he shot a gun, we could've proved that by going to AFIS." Nick said.

"Could we have proved that whoever killed him was standing at least 10 feet away?" she asked handing him the diagram. He stared at her.

"Sara, that's impossible." He said but looked over the picture and saw that she was right. The rest of the shirt had almost no fluorescent blue liquid on it. This made no sense. Sara was over examining the dummy.

"Nick, are you sure these are right?" she asked eyeing the orange stakes.

"I'm positive. I just spent an hour and a half putting that together." Nick said checking the picture again.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I checked the coroner's report 6 times, Sara." He said. This whole case made no sense. They needed Grissom's opinion.

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Grissom had interviewed at least ten people so far and each one had given the same story. Each one had identified the ball cap Sara and Nick had found at the crime scene as Arthur Corby's or, as they called him, 'Arty'. The employees generally thought he was okay, but a few didn't like him so much. Almost no one they interviewed had worked with him in the past week with the exception of Jake Shaw, Darryl and James Morton (brothers), Lloyd Cornett, Randy Pitrowski and Jared Thompson.

The 2nd person they had interviewed hadn't seemed to like him so much. "So he finally died, huh? Took him long enough." Lloyd grumbled. Lloyd Cornett, a 34-year-old full time worker was the odd one out. Jake and the rest of the employees were between the ages of 19 and 24. He claimed to be the only other person who came in full time.

"He didn't die." Grissom said, "He was murdered."

Lloyd Cornett paled as he realized what situation he had just put himself in, "Look I didn't mean it. He was an okay guy, he just kept showing the rest of us up. Even the manager! He came in on weekends, holidays, I mean no one can possibly be that dedicated. I swear, I haven't seen him in 4 days. I didn't even know he was dead until now! I didn't kill him if that's what you're thinking."

Grissom mentally added him to the list of suspects with motives though he didn't believe anyone was stupid enough to say they had held a grudge against a guy they had murdered. The next man they interviewed was a little bit younger. Jake Shaw seemed a bit tired, or maybe just had a lost expression on his face. He had stated that he had last seen him 4 days ago.

"He was kind of the unofficial leader. Exretemely dedicated. He came in every single day. The rest of us came in once, maybe twice a week if we needed extra pay. Most of us are part-time, you know, have jobs in the city and come out one day a week." Jake explained. He had made it clear that he thought Arthur Corby was a decent guy.

"Who was the official leader?"

"Mr. Hailsmith, but he only came out once a month to check on us." Jake said monotone.

"Do you have a number where we could get in touch with Mr. Hailsmith?" Grissom asked.

Jake shook his head. The rest didn't seem to know how to contact him either. It seemed to Grissom that the only one who would've known how to contact him was Arthur Corby. That didn't help them much.

"What happened the day you last saw Arthur Corby?" Grissom asked.

"I'm not really sure. I left at 6 on Monday. Everyone else had taken off and it was just me and Arty. I usually stay till 6:30 but he told me to take off early." He said.

"Anything unusual about him?"

"No, he was normal." Jake said.

"Alright, thank you Mr. Shaw. We'll be in touch." Grissom said feeling like he was getting nowhere.

"Could you let me know if you find anything?" he requested.

Grissom nodded as Jake was escorted from the room. He sighed. That had been almost a complete waste of time. He didn't believe anyone of those people had killed him, but at the moment, they had no other leads or suspects. He needed to check in on what Nick and Sara had found.

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