"So, were you really gonna ask Jenn to marry you?" Warrick asked as he and
Nick drove to the crime scene.
"No." He paused. "Well yeah, but not right now. I guess now I have to. I wasn't just going to say I'm sleeping with Gris' daughter. Well I think he knows, but I don't want to come out and say it. But he's going to find out sooner or later and Jen's going to get big and..." Nick paused after realizing what he said.
"Jennifer getting big?" Warrick asked trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Do you want to fill me in here Nick?"
"Not really. Jen and I wanted to keep it a secret, but since she already told Catherine. And you swear you cannot tell Grissom about this. He's going to flip." He paused once more. "Jennifer is pregnant."
"WHAT?" Warrick exlaimed and swerved the tahoe a bit before regaining control. He started to laugh. "Oh man. You got the boss' daughter pregnant. So that's why the two of you moved in together."
"Yeah." Nick sighed once again. "It was going to happen eventually. But you know what. I'm happy. Maybe work will slow down just a bit in the upcoming months for both Jennifer and I."
"Don't be too sure of yourself."
"What? You don't think Grissom will give me time off? I mean it's my kid too. Not just hers."
"Yeah I know, but who are we gonna get? I'll be damned if it's someone from day shift." Warrick expressed.
"Don't worry. Jenn doesn't get that long of a mat leave anyways." The tahoe stopped at the house. "Hey, in an hour do you think I can go to the jewlery shop?"
"I'm not stopping you. You're gonna get that ring huh?" He asked
"Yeah. Better now than never." He smiled the shrugged.
Sara, Catherine, Jennifer and Brass walked up to the emergency room desk at the University Medical Center of Southern Nevada and waited for the nurse to gain their attention.
"May I help you ladies? Is this an emergency." He nurse asked.
"No, it's not. We're here on business." Brass said. "We're investigating a crime and we're wondering if anyone, a male, has come here in the last twenty-four hours seeking medical attention. You see his finger was chopped off or lost, or whatever."
"Um, let me ask the attending doctor." She got up and walked into the back rooms. They all looked around and their noses twinged. Hospital smell. It smelled like geriatrics and cafeteria food. A few minutes later the nurse came strolling back in. "No, I'm sorry. No one fitting your description as come here."
"Well if he comes in, please give me a call." Jim once again handed his card. It was a habit now and he was used to it.
"Where else do you think he could have gone?" Sara asked. "A clinic maybe?"
"Well if his finger was chopped off he'd be bleeding pretty profusely by now and if he was smart he'd check himself in." Catherine added as they walked into the parking lot.
"If he was smart?" Brass scoffed. "This guy is a murder suspect. He wouldn't be that stupid."
"Oh yeah?" Jennifer said as she noticed a man in his mid-twenties, scruffy looking but well cleaned with his hand bangaged. She pointed towards him and they all grinned.
"Well, isn't this a suprise." Sara said. "Do you think it's him?"
"Who else could have done that? A careless butcher who mistakenly missed the side of pork?" Jim joked. They walked towards him non-chalantly and finally approached him.
"Sir." Catherine began saying with a fake southern accent. "I couldn't help but notice your hand. Have you been seriously injured?"
"What's it to you?" He said rudely. Jim pulled out his badge and the man took one look at it and took off.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, dropped her bag and took off after him. Jim darted towards the car and followed them. "I was the MVP on the track team in high school. You might want to stop cause I'm not gonna." Her heart started to beat faster as her adrenalin shot through the roof. Her footing became long strokes as she got closer. She reached out her arm and grabbed the guy by the back of the collar. "Why you running?" She said as she threw him down to the ground. "It makes you look suspicious." Jennifer tried to catch her breath when Brass skidded up beside them in the patrol car.
"I ain't got nothing to say to you bitch." He shouted at Jennifer.
"Wow.. Nice words." She replied. "Don't worry.. We've got all the time in the world. First you're going to get checked out, then we're taking you in."
"On what charges?"
"Being felony stupid." Braff scoffed. He picked up the man from the ground cuffed him and called in for police guard.
Nick scowered the counter at a local jewlery store looking at the different rings. There were so many and they were all expensive.
"May I help you?" The finely suited man behind the counter asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for a ring. For my girlfriend." He said not knowing what to get exactly.
"Do you have something in mind?"
"No, not really. I thought maybe you can help."
"Sure. Not a problem. Maybe we can start by you telling me what your girlfriend is like. Her personality?"
"Okay. Um, she's outgoing, kind, friendly. Very attractive. Um, she's casual yet like to dress nice on occasion." Nick said trying the best to describe Jennifer's personality.
"Well here are some that might fit her description." He pulled out a black box and opened it. We have simple ones like this hydra cut pear shaped diamond. Here is a round cut diamond on a platinum setting."
"Can you show me the platinum bands please."
"Certainly." The man who's nametag said Michael, pulled out another box from the counter. "Here's one, a emerald cut with baguette diamonds on each side."
"Can I see that one please?" He asked again. Michael took it out carefully and handed it to Nick. He studied it for a while and really decided on it. "I'll take it." He smiled.
"That's a fine choice sir." He said putting the other rings away. "And how will you be making this purchase? Cash, cheque, credit card, or on our payment plan."
"Well, it depends. How much is it?" Nick asked still looking at the ring.
"9,500.00." He said bluntly but sharply.
"What?" Nick choked as his jaw fell.
"It's one of our finest rings."
"That's half of my salary." He sighed. "Payment plan." He said at the last minute.
"Alright. If you come with me, we'll get hat set up."
Nick really didn't care. He actually looked forward to putting the ring on Jennifer's finger but he needed to think of a way to suprise her.
"We found your finger Mr. Jenner." Jennifer said. "Now, do you want to tell us how you lost it?"
He was silent. "Not really."
"We can always find out you know. We have our guys back at the crime lan processing it right now. We also found a broken wine bottle with your blood on it. Maybe that's how you lost it." Sara chimed in.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm still not telling you. It ain't none of your damned business."
"Ain't? What kind of language is that." Jennifer shouted as she leaned down to face him face to face. "Look, if you don't cooperate I'll make sure that a doctor doesn't look at your finger. I'll make sure you'll be in more pain, and I'll do that very easily. I don't have the patience right now for you to screw around. Because I'll find out. And when I do it won't be pretty."
"Still ain't telling you." He protested.
"Fine. Doctor, you can work on his finger without any anetheisa or pain medication." Jennifer said as the doctor nodded.
The doctor got closer with the suchers and Adam Jenner began to flinch.
"What? Is this cruel and unusual punnishment?" He shouted.
"What? Can't take the pain? What a big baby." Sara hissed.
He got even closer and closer and was about to touch the finger when.. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'll tell you, just give me something man."
"Finally." Catherine sighed.
"He owed me some money. So I went to his hotel room to collect my share. When he refused to fork it over I swung at him with a vase. Then he broke the wine bottle. But my finger didn't come off completely. Not until later when I slammed it in the car door at my brother's house."
"So, the man at the house is your brother? How did he end up dead."
"Look, I have no idea. I came back from the jerks hotel room and my brother was there lying dead on the floor. I swear on the greenest pastures. I'll even take a lie dectector test. I'm being honest with you here."
"Okay. Once you're finnished here we'll take you to the station." Brass said as he walked out into the hallway. "Do you think he's telling the truth."
"I don't know." Sara said. "It's hard to tell."
"I believe him." Jennifer announced.
"What?"
"I don't know. It's just something about him. I believe him." Jennifer glanced at her watch. After all this time searching, shift was over. "You can hold him right Brass?"
"Yeah. We've got his DNA so we can."
"Good. Cause I'm tired and I want to go home." Sara smiled.
"Same here. You'll be okay Jim?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Jim smiled. "You ladies go home and get your beauty rest for tomorrow." He laughed.
"No." He paused. "Well yeah, but not right now. I guess now I have to. I wasn't just going to say I'm sleeping with Gris' daughter. Well I think he knows, but I don't want to come out and say it. But he's going to find out sooner or later and Jen's going to get big and..." Nick paused after realizing what he said.
"Jennifer getting big?" Warrick asked trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Do you want to fill me in here Nick?"
"Not really. Jen and I wanted to keep it a secret, but since she already told Catherine. And you swear you cannot tell Grissom about this. He's going to flip." He paused once more. "Jennifer is pregnant."
"WHAT?" Warrick exlaimed and swerved the tahoe a bit before regaining control. He started to laugh. "Oh man. You got the boss' daughter pregnant. So that's why the two of you moved in together."
"Yeah." Nick sighed once again. "It was going to happen eventually. But you know what. I'm happy. Maybe work will slow down just a bit in the upcoming months for both Jennifer and I."
"Don't be too sure of yourself."
"What? You don't think Grissom will give me time off? I mean it's my kid too. Not just hers."
"Yeah I know, but who are we gonna get? I'll be damned if it's someone from day shift." Warrick expressed.
"Don't worry. Jenn doesn't get that long of a mat leave anyways." The tahoe stopped at the house. "Hey, in an hour do you think I can go to the jewlery shop?"
"I'm not stopping you. You're gonna get that ring huh?" He asked
"Yeah. Better now than never." He smiled the shrugged.
Sara, Catherine, Jennifer and Brass walked up to the emergency room desk at the University Medical Center of Southern Nevada and waited for the nurse to gain their attention.
"May I help you ladies? Is this an emergency." He nurse asked.
"No, it's not. We're here on business." Brass said. "We're investigating a crime and we're wondering if anyone, a male, has come here in the last twenty-four hours seeking medical attention. You see his finger was chopped off or lost, or whatever."
"Um, let me ask the attending doctor." She got up and walked into the back rooms. They all looked around and their noses twinged. Hospital smell. It smelled like geriatrics and cafeteria food. A few minutes later the nurse came strolling back in. "No, I'm sorry. No one fitting your description as come here."
"Well if he comes in, please give me a call." Jim once again handed his card. It was a habit now and he was used to it.
"Where else do you think he could have gone?" Sara asked. "A clinic maybe?"
"Well if his finger was chopped off he'd be bleeding pretty profusely by now and if he was smart he'd check himself in." Catherine added as they walked into the parking lot.
"If he was smart?" Brass scoffed. "This guy is a murder suspect. He wouldn't be that stupid."
"Oh yeah?" Jennifer said as she noticed a man in his mid-twenties, scruffy looking but well cleaned with his hand bangaged. She pointed towards him and they all grinned.
"Well, isn't this a suprise." Sara said. "Do you think it's him?"
"Who else could have done that? A careless butcher who mistakenly missed the side of pork?" Jim joked. They walked towards him non-chalantly and finally approached him.
"Sir." Catherine began saying with a fake southern accent. "I couldn't help but notice your hand. Have you been seriously injured?"
"What's it to you?" He said rudely. Jim pulled out his badge and the man took one look at it and took off.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, dropped her bag and took off after him. Jim darted towards the car and followed them. "I was the MVP on the track team in high school. You might want to stop cause I'm not gonna." Her heart started to beat faster as her adrenalin shot through the roof. Her footing became long strokes as she got closer. She reached out her arm and grabbed the guy by the back of the collar. "Why you running?" She said as she threw him down to the ground. "It makes you look suspicious." Jennifer tried to catch her breath when Brass skidded up beside them in the patrol car.
"I ain't got nothing to say to you bitch." He shouted at Jennifer.
"Wow.. Nice words." She replied. "Don't worry.. We've got all the time in the world. First you're going to get checked out, then we're taking you in."
"On what charges?"
"Being felony stupid." Braff scoffed. He picked up the man from the ground cuffed him and called in for police guard.
Nick scowered the counter at a local jewlery store looking at the different rings. There were so many and they were all expensive.
"May I help you?" The finely suited man behind the counter asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for a ring. For my girlfriend." He said not knowing what to get exactly.
"Do you have something in mind?"
"No, not really. I thought maybe you can help."
"Sure. Not a problem. Maybe we can start by you telling me what your girlfriend is like. Her personality?"
"Okay. Um, she's outgoing, kind, friendly. Very attractive. Um, she's casual yet like to dress nice on occasion." Nick said trying the best to describe Jennifer's personality.
"Well here are some that might fit her description." He pulled out a black box and opened it. We have simple ones like this hydra cut pear shaped diamond. Here is a round cut diamond on a platinum setting."
"Can you show me the platinum bands please."
"Certainly." The man who's nametag said Michael, pulled out another box from the counter. "Here's one, a emerald cut with baguette diamonds on each side."
"Can I see that one please?" He asked again. Michael took it out carefully and handed it to Nick. He studied it for a while and really decided on it. "I'll take it." He smiled.
"That's a fine choice sir." He said putting the other rings away. "And how will you be making this purchase? Cash, cheque, credit card, or on our payment plan."
"Well, it depends. How much is it?" Nick asked still looking at the ring.
"9,500.00." He said bluntly but sharply.
"What?" Nick choked as his jaw fell.
"It's one of our finest rings."
"That's half of my salary." He sighed. "Payment plan." He said at the last minute.
"Alright. If you come with me, we'll get hat set up."
Nick really didn't care. He actually looked forward to putting the ring on Jennifer's finger but he needed to think of a way to suprise her.
"We found your finger Mr. Jenner." Jennifer said. "Now, do you want to tell us how you lost it?"
He was silent. "Not really."
"We can always find out you know. We have our guys back at the crime lan processing it right now. We also found a broken wine bottle with your blood on it. Maybe that's how you lost it." Sara chimed in.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm still not telling you. It ain't none of your damned business."
"Ain't? What kind of language is that." Jennifer shouted as she leaned down to face him face to face. "Look, if you don't cooperate I'll make sure that a doctor doesn't look at your finger. I'll make sure you'll be in more pain, and I'll do that very easily. I don't have the patience right now for you to screw around. Because I'll find out. And when I do it won't be pretty."
"Still ain't telling you." He protested.
"Fine. Doctor, you can work on his finger without any anetheisa or pain medication." Jennifer said as the doctor nodded.
The doctor got closer with the suchers and Adam Jenner began to flinch.
"What? Is this cruel and unusual punnishment?" He shouted.
"What? Can't take the pain? What a big baby." Sara hissed.
He got even closer and closer and was about to touch the finger when.. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'll tell you, just give me something man."
"Finally." Catherine sighed.
"He owed me some money. So I went to his hotel room to collect my share. When he refused to fork it over I swung at him with a vase. Then he broke the wine bottle. But my finger didn't come off completely. Not until later when I slammed it in the car door at my brother's house."
"So, the man at the house is your brother? How did he end up dead."
"Look, I have no idea. I came back from the jerks hotel room and my brother was there lying dead on the floor. I swear on the greenest pastures. I'll even take a lie dectector test. I'm being honest with you here."
"Okay. Once you're finnished here we'll take you to the station." Brass said as he walked out into the hallway. "Do you think he's telling the truth."
"I don't know." Sara said. "It's hard to tell."
"I believe him." Jennifer announced.
"What?"
"I don't know. It's just something about him. I believe him." Jennifer glanced at her watch. After all this time searching, shift was over. "You can hold him right Brass?"
"Yeah. We've got his DNA so we can."
"Good. Cause I'm tired and I want to go home." Sara smiled.
"Same here. You'll be okay Jim?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Jim smiled. "You ladies go home and get your beauty rest for tomorrow." He laughed.