Jennifer ripped through the main police headquarters where the Sheriff's
office was located.
"Excuse me! You can't go in there! Do you have an appointment!?" The small redheaded receptionist shouted as Jennifer threw open the door.
"Miss Grissom. What do you think you're doing? Maybe I should pull your advancement for CSI 3 or maybe even fire you." Brian said.
"I'm not in the mood for bull-shit Brian. We have a problem." Jennifer shouted as Nick shut the door behind him.
"We?" He asked mocking her.
"Paul Milander has kidnapped my father and has him somewhere in the city of Las Vegas or maybe somewhere in the state of Nevada. Now you are going to get off your ass, stop worrying about your mayoral candidacy and you are going to help. No feds. Absolutely no feds. This is what he wants. His fifteen minutes of fame so he can tell everyone in the world he wants justice for what happened to his father a long time ago." Jennifer roared.
"And how do we know it's Mr. Milander?" He asked in his calm way. It always pissed off Jennifer. Alright, so he was the Sheriff, but it was like this guy could care less about anyone. He just wanted to get the votes so he could become the next mayor of Las Vegas. He'd be damned if he got a vote from Jennifer.
"Eye-witness across the street noticed something unusual. He matched Milander to a T. His prints showed up at a crime scene ten minutes from here."
"Miss Grissom, you know that his prints have shown up before." He smugged.
"Sheriff," Nick spoke. "We linked Paul Milander to a cold case before we have all the evidence from that and we know 100% that he's involved this time. There's a pattern. His father was killed August seventeenth, nineteen fifty-nine and his previous victims were born on the same day but in fifty- eight and fifty-seven."
"And my dad was born August seventeenth, nineteen fifty-six. And he's next. He must be upset at my dad for not catching him, for not bringing him to justice. But what Milander doesn't know is that my dad was only a small child when Milanders' dad was murdered. How could he have solved the case? This is why he wants to get after my dad. Justice was not solved in the two cases that got away." Jennifer stated.
"Alright, we'll get a camera crew and alert the city, let them be on the look out for Mr. Milander and..." he trailed off when Jennifer interrupted him.
"No! We are not going to let him have his fifteen minutes of fame. Like I said this is what he wants. "
"Then what do you want me to do? Sit around?" He asked.
"Isn't that what everyone does now a days? You're going to help. You're going to stop being an ass, and stop thinking about running for mayor. For once. You have treated my father like shit, never letting him get clearance in time to solve a case. You don't think I don't know about you? I know your type. So get of your ass and start helping. You were a policeman once. You just don't become Sheriff." Jennifer stopped and looked at Nick. Brian sat there with amazement. 'I let her talk to me like this? Where does she get off?' He asked himself.
That was it. She knew she'd get into trouble. She better be heading back home to back her stuff and back to Van Nuys it was for her. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Alright." He spoke. "Let me see what I can do. I'll track his where abouts, credit card receipts, I'll have the hiway patrol be on the look out for his car. He does have a car."
"It's a white van. No markings on it. The eye-witness didn't get the license plate number." Jennifer said with no animation.
"Well that's just great. No LP number and you expect me to find this guy? Do you two know how many white vans there are in the greater city of Las Vegas alone?" He blurted.
"Well, you're the Sheriff. Hop to it." Jennifer smirked and walked out of the office and back into the parking lot.
"WOW." Nick said and looked over at Jennifer as they got into the Tahoe.
"What?" She asked as the engine purred.
"You sure told him. Guts girl. Guts." He smiled.
"Well, I don't put up with shit like that you know. If he does help out, maybe, just maybe, he'll get my vote for Mayor. But right now it's on the other guy." Jennifer threw the car in reverse then put it back in drive and drove out of the parking lot back to the lab. Maybe they had something, who knew. She just needed to find her father in time before it was too late.
"Excuse me! You can't go in there! Do you have an appointment!?" The small redheaded receptionist shouted as Jennifer threw open the door.
"Miss Grissom. What do you think you're doing? Maybe I should pull your advancement for CSI 3 or maybe even fire you." Brian said.
"I'm not in the mood for bull-shit Brian. We have a problem." Jennifer shouted as Nick shut the door behind him.
"We?" He asked mocking her.
"Paul Milander has kidnapped my father and has him somewhere in the city of Las Vegas or maybe somewhere in the state of Nevada. Now you are going to get off your ass, stop worrying about your mayoral candidacy and you are going to help. No feds. Absolutely no feds. This is what he wants. His fifteen minutes of fame so he can tell everyone in the world he wants justice for what happened to his father a long time ago." Jennifer roared.
"And how do we know it's Mr. Milander?" He asked in his calm way. It always pissed off Jennifer. Alright, so he was the Sheriff, but it was like this guy could care less about anyone. He just wanted to get the votes so he could become the next mayor of Las Vegas. He'd be damned if he got a vote from Jennifer.
"Eye-witness across the street noticed something unusual. He matched Milander to a T. His prints showed up at a crime scene ten minutes from here."
"Miss Grissom, you know that his prints have shown up before." He smugged.
"Sheriff," Nick spoke. "We linked Paul Milander to a cold case before we have all the evidence from that and we know 100% that he's involved this time. There's a pattern. His father was killed August seventeenth, nineteen fifty-nine and his previous victims were born on the same day but in fifty- eight and fifty-seven."
"And my dad was born August seventeenth, nineteen fifty-six. And he's next. He must be upset at my dad for not catching him, for not bringing him to justice. But what Milander doesn't know is that my dad was only a small child when Milanders' dad was murdered. How could he have solved the case? This is why he wants to get after my dad. Justice was not solved in the two cases that got away." Jennifer stated.
"Alright, we'll get a camera crew and alert the city, let them be on the look out for Mr. Milander and..." he trailed off when Jennifer interrupted him.
"No! We are not going to let him have his fifteen minutes of fame. Like I said this is what he wants. "
"Then what do you want me to do? Sit around?" He asked.
"Isn't that what everyone does now a days? You're going to help. You're going to stop being an ass, and stop thinking about running for mayor. For once. You have treated my father like shit, never letting him get clearance in time to solve a case. You don't think I don't know about you? I know your type. So get of your ass and start helping. You were a policeman once. You just don't become Sheriff." Jennifer stopped and looked at Nick. Brian sat there with amazement. 'I let her talk to me like this? Where does she get off?' He asked himself.
That was it. She knew she'd get into trouble. She better be heading back home to back her stuff and back to Van Nuys it was for her. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Alright." He spoke. "Let me see what I can do. I'll track his where abouts, credit card receipts, I'll have the hiway patrol be on the look out for his car. He does have a car."
"It's a white van. No markings on it. The eye-witness didn't get the license plate number." Jennifer said with no animation.
"Well that's just great. No LP number and you expect me to find this guy? Do you two know how many white vans there are in the greater city of Las Vegas alone?" He blurted.
"Well, you're the Sheriff. Hop to it." Jennifer smirked and walked out of the office and back into the parking lot.
"WOW." Nick said and looked over at Jennifer as they got into the Tahoe.
"What?" She asked as the engine purred.
"You sure told him. Guts girl. Guts." He smiled.
"Well, I don't put up with shit like that you know. If he does help out, maybe, just maybe, he'll get my vote for Mayor. But right now it's on the other guy." Jennifer threw the car in reverse then put it back in drive and drove out of the parking lot back to the lab. Maybe they had something, who knew. She just needed to find her father in time before it was too late.
