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Chapter 9
Everyone was gathered in the conference room again to talk about the findings. A map was laying in the middle of the table with little flags on them. Caryn was looking at it.
"Sara, Catherine, what did you find?" Grissom asked, he was in control of the room this time, not Caryn.
"Nothing," Sara said.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing," Catherine confirmed. "No patterns in dates, area or anything," Catherine said, she shrugged and went back to the case file she was looking at."
"I guess Caryn's hunch was wrong," Nick said.
Caryn looked up from the map and gave him an evil smile. "I wouldn't be to sure of that," she said evilly. "Can someone hand me a pencil?" she asked, Grissom handed her one. She proceeded to draw on the map. Everyone watched her with puzzled faces while she worked. After a few minutes she got up and stretched out her hands to show them. "I thought you were the top crime lab in the country with the brightest investigators," she sighed out.
"Clearly not as clever as we thought," Grissom said; he was amazed at what he saw. Drawn lightly in pencil was a star. It contained all the points, all of which were a point on the star.
"What does this mean?" Nick asked.
"It means that we have to find this guy before he finishes this star and his poem," Grissom said. The room was silent for a moment.
"Did anyone find anything out about our victims?" Caryn asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, I did," Warrick said, pulling some files out of his bag. He placed them on the table, Caryn, Grissom, and Catherine each took one.
"Paul Sunnington, age 46. Born in New Orleans. Divorced. No kids. Federal Agent here in Vegas," Caryn said, reading her file.
"Thomas Hunter, age 38. Born in San Francisco. Not married. Also Federal Agent here in Vegas," Grissom read.
"Andrew Graves, age 39. Born in Little Rock, Arkansas. Married. Two kids, Casey and Marie. Also a Federal Agent here in Vegas," Catherine read, she closed the file. "Notice anything similar?" she asked.
Caryn slowly sat down; her face was pale. "They were all Feds," she said softly.
"Does that worry you?" Grissom asked.
"No," she said sharply, she gave Grissom an evil look. "It's just that usually if a fed dies, the FBI gets involved"
"Well be glad they aren't," Sara said.
"I am, I am. It's just; I am confused, why haven't they even approached us. A fed got killed in DC and the feds approached us and tried to take away the investigation and it was no where near the extremity of horror this is," Caryn said.
"She's right," Brass said, "usually the feds would at least try to help us or take away the investigation."
"You know, all this talk of feds is making me sick, can we change the subject?" Sara asked. Catherine laughed and shook her head, Sara was the last one besides Caryn to have an experience with the feds and it was not pleasant.
"Back to the case," Grissom agreed. "Caryn, what do you have?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"Well," Caryn said; her oddly nice mood changed back to her normal one. She leaned forward and held the pencil in her hand. "I am guessing that the killer a male in his late twenties, early thirties. His parents were likely overly controlling, causing him to be controlling over his victims. The way and order he kills is important to him. He feels like it must be a certain way or the murder goes wrong. He obviously plans his murders and runs them over and over in his head until they are perfect. These victims are probably practice, he undoubtedly is waiting to kill a certain person and wants it to be perfect," she said.
"And you get all this by looking at a few pictures?" Catherine asked, she was almost teasing her.
"With the help of insight, experience, and six years of training," Caryn said coldly. Catherine sat back an embarrassed, amazed look on her face; her lips were shaped into an `O'. Sara was silently laughing at her. Caryn started to look at the dead men's files.
"So, are we assuming that Caryn is right?" Nick asked, it was a general question. Grissom opened his mouth to give Nick his usual `don't assume' speech but Caryn stepped in.
"Don't assume, it makes an ass out of you and me," she said, not even looking up from the folder.
"Yes, what she said," Grissom said.
"Oh that's good, really good. Did you need six years of training for that?" Catherine asked. Caryn stared starred at her and bit her lip to keep from speaking her mind.
"Oh, I get that," Warrick and Sara said together.
Caryn lifted her head up from the files and smiled, "thank you, you would be the first," she said.
"I'm surprised you guys don't know that," Caryn said. "Everyone says it in DC, I learned it when I lived in Virginia as a child."
"Doesn't get around over here I guess," Sara said.
"You guys are have lost me," Grissom said, everyone looked at him.
"Figure it out, it's a puzzle for you," Caryn said, Grissom gave her an evil look; Caryn shrugged and turned to Brass.
"Do you have anything for us?" she asked.
"No, not at the," he began, a beeper beeped. Everyone took out his or her beepers at the same time to see who it was. "Mine," he said. "I take that back," he said.
"What do you mean?" Grissom asked.
"We got Caryn's missing body," he said.
Chapter 9
Everyone was gathered in the conference room again to talk about the findings. A map was laying in the middle of the table with little flags on them. Caryn was looking at it.
"Sara, Catherine, what did you find?" Grissom asked, he was in control of the room this time, not Caryn.
"Nothing," Sara said.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing," Catherine confirmed. "No patterns in dates, area or anything," Catherine said, she shrugged and went back to the case file she was looking at."
"I guess Caryn's hunch was wrong," Nick said.
Caryn looked up from the map and gave him an evil smile. "I wouldn't be to sure of that," she said evilly. "Can someone hand me a pencil?" she asked, Grissom handed her one. She proceeded to draw on the map. Everyone watched her with puzzled faces while she worked. After a few minutes she got up and stretched out her hands to show them. "I thought you were the top crime lab in the country with the brightest investigators," she sighed out.
"Clearly not as clever as we thought," Grissom said; he was amazed at what he saw. Drawn lightly in pencil was a star. It contained all the points, all of which were a point on the star.
"What does this mean?" Nick asked.
"It means that we have to find this guy before he finishes this star and his poem," Grissom said. The room was silent for a moment.
"Did anyone find anything out about our victims?" Caryn asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, I did," Warrick said, pulling some files out of his bag. He placed them on the table, Caryn, Grissom, and Catherine each took one.
"Paul Sunnington, age 46. Born in New Orleans. Divorced. No kids. Federal Agent here in Vegas," Caryn said, reading her file.
"Thomas Hunter, age 38. Born in San Francisco. Not married. Also Federal Agent here in Vegas," Grissom read.
"Andrew Graves, age 39. Born in Little Rock, Arkansas. Married. Two kids, Casey and Marie. Also a Federal Agent here in Vegas," Catherine read, she closed the file. "Notice anything similar?" she asked.
Caryn slowly sat down; her face was pale. "They were all Feds," she said softly.
"Does that worry you?" Grissom asked.
"No," she said sharply, she gave Grissom an evil look. "It's just that usually if a fed dies, the FBI gets involved"
"Well be glad they aren't," Sara said.
"I am, I am. It's just; I am confused, why haven't they even approached us. A fed got killed in DC and the feds approached us and tried to take away the investigation and it was no where near the extremity of horror this is," Caryn said.
"She's right," Brass said, "usually the feds would at least try to help us or take away the investigation."
"You know, all this talk of feds is making me sick, can we change the subject?" Sara asked. Catherine laughed and shook her head, Sara was the last one besides Caryn to have an experience with the feds and it was not pleasant.
"Back to the case," Grissom agreed. "Caryn, what do you have?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"Well," Caryn said; her oddly nice mood changed back to her normal one. She leaned forward and held the pencil in her hand. "I am guessing that the killer a male in his late twenties, early thirties. His parents were likely overly controlling, causing him to be controlling over his victims. The way and order he kills is important to him. He feels like it must be a certain way or the murder goes wrong. He obviously plans his murders and runs them over and over in his head until they are perfect. These victims are probably practice, he undoubtedly is waiting to kill a certain person and wants it to be perfect," she said.
"And you get all this by looking at a few pictures?" Catherine asked, she was almost teasing her.
"With the help of insight, experience, and six years of training," Caryn said coldly. Catherine sat back an embarrassed, amazed look on her face; her lips were shaped into an `O'. Sara was silently laughing at her. Caryn started to look at the dead men's files.
"So, are we assuming that Caryn is right?" Nick asked, it was a general question. Grissom opened his mouth to give Nick his usual `don't assume' speech but Caryn stepped in.
"Don't assume, it makes an ass out of you and me," she said, not even looking up from the folder.
"Yes, what she said," Grissom said.
"Oh that's good, really good. Did you need six years of training for that?" Catherine asked. Caryn stared starred at her and bit her lip to keep from speaking her mind.
"Oh, I get that," Warrick and Sara said together.
Caryn lifted her head up from the files and smiled, "thank you, you would be the first," she said.
"I'm surprised you guys don't know that," Caryn said. "Everyone says it in DC, I learned it when I lived in Virginia as a child."
"Doesn't get around over here I guess," Sara said.
"You guys are have lost me," Grissom said, everyone looked at him.
"Figure it out, it's a puzzle for you," Caryn said, Grissom gave her an evil look; Caryn shrugged and turned to Brass.
"Do you have anything for us?" she asked.
"No, not at the," he began, a beeper beeped. Everyone took out his or her beepers at the same time to see who it was. "Mine," he said. "I take that back," he said.
"What do you mean?" Grissom asked.
"We got Caryn's missing body," he said.