I Do Not Own CSI
"Okay, guys, just a few things on the docket tonight," Catherine said, handing out assignments.
"Warrick and Greg, you have a hit and run. The suspect hit two cars in a one block radius."
"Damn"
"Twenty says that the guy was way past the legal drinking limit," Greg said.
"Nah, man, that's an easy bet."
"Nick, you and Harold have a DB on the strip. Brass said it looks like a prostitute."
"Sara, you and I have evidence to go over. Okay guys, get to it," Catherine ordered as the team filed out.
"What evidence, Catherine," Sara asked as she followed the women into her office. There was a mountain of paperwork sitting on the desk.
"Well, technically there is no evidence to go over, but I want to talk to you about something. And was hoping you would help me with the pile of paperwork."
"I guess I could help. At least your office chairs are comfy compared to the lab stools," Sara said, rubbing her belly where the babies moved as Catherine laughed.
"It's not funny, my ass is too big for the stools in there, they make it hurt after awhile. Catherine," Sara pouted as the raspberry blonde continued to giggle.
"I'm sorry, Sara. I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I was pregnant with Lindsay."
"So what was it that you wanted to talk about?"
"Harold"
"Him. I would rather not waste my breath. The man annoys me a hundred times more than Hodges."
"I hear you, that's why I wanted to talk with you."
"Did you know he thinks I slept my way up the ladder? That Gil has treated me special because I'm the woman in his bed every night?"
"He didn't say that!"
"Pretty much. So when I don't have to deal with him around the lab I'm happy."
"I'll keep that in mind when handing out assignments. But, I'm hoping there was a way we could see if he would trade to another shift."
"I don't know, Cath, from what I gathered he was adamant about night shift being his shift. What did Ecklie say?"
"That we have to wait until at least Gil gets back and we're full shift again before we can even think about trying to move him to another shift."
"Then how do you suppose we get him on another shift?"
"I have no idea. I don't want to run him off this shift. But seriously, the man is getting on my nerves and he's only been here a week."
"Hey Jim, what do we have," Nick asked as he and Harold walked up to the back corner where the prostitute laid, bare naked with no purse or ID.
"I got her name from her fellow street walkers; she's Tanya Jennings. My guess is it was a trick gone bad. The woman over there, Samantha" Jim pointed to the crying woman.
"Told me she saw Tanya get into a car blue Toyota about three hours ago."
"Any idea where they would park?"
"Tanya has a room in the Super 8 motel off the strip where she does her business. I was just about to head over there."
"I'll tag along. Harold, you okay here with the body?"
"Yeah, I guess. It's just a hooker, nothing you're not familiar with, right Nick," Harold said, coming off somewhat insulting.
"Ah, okay then. I'll see you back at the lab," Nick said, a little softer and a little hurt as he walked off.
"What did you do to piss him off," Brass asked.
"I have no idea."
"Weird."
"Hey," Nick said, coming into the lab where Harold sat over some photos.
"Hey, how was the motel?"
"That's where she was killed. It looks like there was a struggle there. Anything at the scene?"
"Not really. I just came from the morgue, and preliminary results are that our hooker was strangled."
"There were some bruises on her neck."
"Is that what it was like for you," Harold asked as Nick pulled out his evidence, wanting to go over the sheets and her clothes.
"Was what like?"
"When you were with the hooker. Was it wild and crazy; rough?"
"What are you talking about, man?"
"Lab gossip, I heard that you were with a hooker a few years ago."
"We yeah, I guess technically I was, but she-"
"Hey I don't need the story. We're in Las Vegas, city of sin."
"Yeah, but she wasn't…I didn't pay for sex."
"She must have really liked you then."
"She was a friend," Nick defended.
"Who was also a hooker."
"Whatever, man. Let's just get on with the case," Nick said as his cell phone chimed.
"That's Hodges, I'll be back." Nick left as Harold smiled. Nick didn't see him dust the counter quickly for Nick's fingerprints and peeling them away with a smile.
"Hey, now don't say I don't solve your cases but, I bet you I just solved you case," Hodges said as Nick came into the lab, his head down, looking somewhat ashamed.
"How?" Nick asked.
"You okay, Nick?"
"Fine"
"Okay, well I found fibers from the vic's dress from a very expensive Armani shirt. Also, the fibers found inside her mouth and nostrils were from a very expensive Lamborghini, with red inlay," Hodges said as he watched Nick just nod away, barely paying attention.
"Okay, what's up?"
"Nothing"
"Normally I don't care because you still pay attention to what I say, but you're not even doing that, so I ask again, what's up?"
"Does anyone around here, think any less of me because of…"
"Because of what?"
"It was before you got here, but I had sex with someone."
"Shocking."
"She was a prostitute."
"Oh"
"But I didn't pay for it or anything, she was a friend."
"Hey, it's your business."
"Yeah, I know that, but do you, does anyone here think of me…"
"Like you're a man whore?"
"Well I wasn't going to put it like that, but,"
"Nick, you can have your pick of the crop, everyone knows that."
"But I slept with…"
"A woman. You didn't pay her, she just happened to do something a little out of the ordinary as a profession. Look at Catherine, she was a dancer, and yeah, her past comes up once in awhile, but no one cares. Just like no one cares that you were with a woman." Hodges said, trying to give a little advice, and remembering his own past and getting caught with a prostitute, not that he was going to admit that to Nick.
"Wow, I didn't expect that from you, David. Ah, thanks."
"No problem," he said as Nick started to leave the lab.
"Don't forget to thank me when you realize that I solved your case."
"Thanks in advance, Hodges," Nick yelled.
A cell phone ringing in the early morning had Sara sighing with relief as she signed another report in Catherine's office.
"Grissom," She answered, Catherine smiling as she listened to the one sided conversation.
"Sara Grissom?"
"This is she."
"This is Pam Lewis from the realtor's office."
"Oh, hi."
"I just wanted to inform you that the offer you placed on the house in Summerlin was accepted. The paperwork and banking is almost all set up if you would like to come to the office within the next week or so we can get the final process started."
"Really?" Sara asked as, a smile lit up her face.
"Really, Mrs. Grissom. And the couple who owns the house would like to close very soon, so as soon as the banking transactions go through the house will be yours. The couple has already moved out of the house and into their new one."
"I have to get some paperwork together on my side, but I can come to the office in the next couple days. My husband is out of town until the end of the week."
"Come when he comes back, it will save time and it will be less hassle. Give me a call by Friday and we can set up an appointment."
"Thank you, so much."
"Thank you, Mrs. Grissom. You are now the almost owners of a very nice house." The realtor hung up leaving Sara with a giant smile on her face.
"What?" Catherine asked.
"We got the house!"
TBC
OK i'm leaving of on a happier note, not harold, lol
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, i loved reading you comment as to what you think is going to happen. Some of you are close in your answers!
Please keep your guessess and comments coming!
Katie
