I am too good at keeping my word. I didn't want to put this up until spring
brake so I could torture you, but still. I have to keep my promises. Seven
more and you get the next chapter.
Chapter 7
Grissom, the other criminalists, and Detective Brass walked up to Michael's door. Grissom rang the doorbell. A tall, muscular man opened the door. He was holding an ice pack to his forehead
"Hello sir, I am Gill Grissom from the Las Vegas Crime Lab, this is Detective Jim Brass from homicide, and these are my colleagues. We would like to ask you some questions," Grissom said pleasantly.
"Uh, sure, come inside," Michael said.
"What happened to your head?" Catherine asked.
"My girlfriend and I got into a fight," he said.
"And she hit you?" Warrick said.
"And ran off," the man said.
"Must have been some fight," Brass said.
"It was. I can't believe it got so out of hand," he said. "Now, that's an awful subject. What is it you wanted to ask me?"
"Sir, your hair was found at the scene of a murder and kidnapping. Can you explain that?" Grissom asked.
"Depends where," the man said.
"1288 Market Street, Las Vegas (hope there isn't really a street named that)," Grissom said.
"Um, yeah, I can. I am an electrician. I fixed something for the young woman who lived there," he said.
"Michael, do you mind if we search your house, a warrant is on its way," Grissom said.
"Sure, come right in. Is the woman all right? She was a really nice person. Gave me a good tip," the man asked.
"Michael, she is dead," Catherine said.
"How do you know my name?" the man asked.
"VICAP," Catherine said blankly.
"Right," the man said. "I'll just go out to the barn."
"What's in the barn?" Warrick asked.
"Woodwork. It's a hobby. I'm going there to get out of your way," Michael said.
"I'll go with you," Warrick said.
"No," the man said flatly. "You see, it's kind of a private thing."
"Ah, you do things that could harm your tough guy image," Warrick said.
"Yes, that's it," Michael said.
"Fine then, I'd better get to my work," Warrick said.
"And I to mine," Michael said. Warrick went to meet up with Grissom and the others while Michael went out to the barn.
"Warrick, where the hell were you?" Grissom asked as Warrick entered.
"Talking with Michael. He has a barn in which he does woodwork, he is very secretive about it," Warrick said.
"He could have put her in there," Catherine said.
"We don't have a warrant for the barn and unless we find something here we won't get one," Grissom said.
"Even if we have suspicions," Nick said.
"Hell-o," Catherine said.
"To who?" Grissom asked, not spotting her curse.
"I just cut my finger, god damnit," Catherine said. She shook her hand and started to suck at the cut.
"Smart one, Catherine. Just please don't get any blood on the carpet," Nick said. Catherine gave him an evil look and he backed off.
"Let me see it," Grissom said with genuine concern.
Catherine reached out her hand.
"Ah, tis only a flesh wound," Nick said, trying to make a joke. Warrick slapped him on the back of the head.
"Ouch, hey man, why'd you do that?" Nick asked.
"Because Sara aint here to do it," Warrick said.
"Really, it is only a cut," Catherine said.
"Well you better get that bandaged up and get yourself a new pair of gloves," Grissom said, he turned back to his work.
"Great," Catherine said, rolling her eyes. She ran out to the van to get a band-aid. When she got to the car Grissom's cell phone rang.
"Now, what the hell is that doing in here?" she asked. She picked up the cell.
"Hello, Willows speaking," she said. "I know that this is Grissom's cell, he left it in the van. Yes, uhhu." As the person on the end of the line talked, Catherine's eyes got wide. Catherine hung up the phone and ran inside, forgetting the band aide.
"Grissom!" she yelled, coming into the room.
"What?" he asked, coming over to him.
"You left this," Catherine said, handing him his cell phone.
"Is that what you are in a rush to tell me?" Grissom asked, confused.
"No," Catherine said, out of breath.
"What then?" Grissom asked.
"They found a body."
Ah ha ha, I am so evil to you. Remember, seven reviews to see if the body really is Sara.
Chapter 7
Grissom, the other criminalists, and Detective Brass walked up to Michael's door. Grissom rang the doorbell. A tall, muscular man opened the door. He was holding an ice pack to his forehead
"Hello sir, I am Gill Grissom from the Las Vegas Crime Lab, this is Detective Jim Brass from homicide, and these are my colleagues. We would like to ask you some questions," Grissom said pleasantly.
"Uh, sure, come inside," Michael said.
"What happened to your head?" Catherine asked.
"My girlfriend and I got into a fight," he said.
"And she hit you?" Warrick said.
"And ran off," the man said.
"Must have been some fight," Brass said.
"It was. I can't believe it got so out of hand," he said. "Now, that's an awful subject. What is it you wanted to ask me?"
"Sir, your hair was found at the scene of a murder and kidnapping. Can you explain that?" Grissom asked.
"Depends where," the man said.
"1288 Market Street, Las Vegas (hope there isn't really a street named that)," Grissom said.
"Um, yeah, I can. I am an electrician. I fixed something for the young woman who lived there," he said.
"Michael, do you mind if we search your house, a warrant is on its way," Grissom said.
"Sure, come right in. Is the woman all right? She was a really nice person. Gave me a good tip," the man asked.
"Michael, she is dead," Catherine said.
"How do you know my name?" the man asked.
"VICAP," Catherine said blankly.
"Right," the man said. "I'll just go out to the barn."
"What's in the barn?" Warrick asked.
"Woodwork. It's a hobby. I'm going there to get out of your way," Michael said.
"I'll go with you," Warrick said.
"No," the man said flatly. "You see, it's kind of a private thing."
"Ah, you do things that could harm your tough guy image," Warrick said.
"Yes, that's it," Michael said.
"Fine then, I'd better get to my work," Warrick said.
"And I to mine," Michael said. Warrick went to meet up with Grissom and the others while Michael went out to the barn.
"Warrick, where the hell were you?" Grissom asked as Warrick entered.
"Talking with Michael. He has a barn in which he does woodwork, he is very secretive about it," Warrick said.
"He could have put her in there," Catherine said.
"We don't have a warrant for the barn and unless we find something here we won't get one," Grissom said.
"Even if we have suspicions," Nick said.
"Hell-o," Catherine said.
"To who?" Grissom asked, not spotting her curse.
"I just cut my finger, god damnit," Catherine said. She shook her hand and started to suck at the cut.
"Smart one, Catherine. Just please don't get any blood on the carpet," Nick said. Catherine gave him an evil look and he backed off.
"Let me see it," Grissom said with genuine concern.
Catherine reached out her hand.
"Ah, tis only a flesh wound," Nick said, trying to make a joke. Warrick slapped him on the back of the head.
"Ouch, hey man, why'd you do that?" Nick asked.
"Because Sara aint here to do it," Warrick said.
"Really, it is only a cut," Catherine said.
"Well you better get that bandaged up and get yourself a new pair of gloves," Grissom said, he turned back to his work.
"Great," Catherine said, rolling her eyes. She ran out to the van to get a band-aid. When she got to the car Grissom's cell phone rang.
"Now, what the hell is that doing in here?" she asked. She picked up the cell.
"Hello, Willows speaking," she said. "I know that this is Grissom's cell, he left it in the van. Yes, uhhu." As the person on the end of the line talked, Catherine's eyes got wide. Catherine hung up the phone and ran inside, forgetting the band aide.
"Grissom!" she yelled, coming into the room.
"What?" he asked, coming over to him.
"You left this," Catherine said, handing him his cell phone.
"Is that what you are in a rush to tell me?" Grissom asked, confused.
"No," Catherine said, out of breath.
"What then?" Grissom asked.
"They found a body."
Ah ha ha, I am so evil to you. Remember, seven reviews to see if the body really is Sara.