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For disclaimers, ect, please see the first chapter.
Chapter 3- A Revelation and a Twist
Nick and Brass caught up with Grissom to give him the news that they had
nothing of interest. Warrick and Catherine reported the same, but they were
still waiting on the DNA to come back, Greg said it would be until at least
the next day to go through all the samples and see if there was any foreign
material.
"Catherine, gather everyone in my office." Grissom asks as he runs his hands
through his hair.
"Sure, meet you there."
Ten minutes later the entire team was gathered in his office comparing
notes; even Sara seemed to be getting back to her old self as Grissom walked
in. Warrick had kept his theory to himself, except for Catherine and he was
going to keep it that way for now.
"Ok, so far we have very little, we know that they killer used one of her
own knives, which is currently missing. We have a cotton fiber which is
useless until we get a match and nothing on the windows or the bruises; the
guy came prepared with latex gloves and somehow managed to not leave a
single piece of hair. Since we are still waiting on the DNA from the sheets
to come back and everyone has been here for almost 20 hours go home, go get
some rest, and we will tackle this with fresh minds tomorrow."
There was a few grumbles from the group, but most agreed they were getting
tired and could use some sleep, even Sara. Eventually everyone managed to
leave the lab, including Grissom, and go home.
Gil went home and turned on the stereo to something classical and prepared
dinner. Shortly after eating he falls asleep on his couch, dreaming of Sara
in that pool of blood. His not so restful sleep is interrupted a short five
hours later from a call on his cell phone from Brass.
"There's been another one Grissom." Brass states sounding distressed on the
phone.
"What? Where?" Gris asks groggily.
"This time Fremont district, same MO."
"What aren't you telling me?" Grissom could tell from the sound of his voice
that there was something very wrong.
"Grissom, maybe you should just come down here."
"No Brass , what's going on? Tell me now." He was beginning to get agitated.
"Not just the same MO, Gris; the victim has a similar appearance to the
first one: hair, eyes, the whole bit."
Stunned by this piece of information, it took Grissom several seconds to
respond. "Ok I will be there in 20 minutes. Did you call anyone else?"
"No."
"Good." Grissom replies softly. "Ok, I will be there shortly with Nick." As
Grissom hangs up the phone, he debates the wisdom of telling Sara right now.
If he doesn't she will be pissed off for being excluded, but at the same
time she really looked like she needed all the rest she could get before
they had broken for the night. Is this what being the supervisor was all
about? If so, he really didn't like this part, he decided as he picked up
the cell again.
"Hey, Nick, I need you to meet me on South 46th in the Freemont District in
20 minutes. There has been another murder....Yep, same MO. Just do me a favor,
don't go in until I get there and can brief you...Yeah, something like
that....No I haven't called Sara, don't want to involve her yet.... Yes Nick, I
know she will be furious....Ok see you there."
Grissom quickly got up, dressed, and brushed his teeth. He made it to the
crime scene before Nick. Good, enough time to check it out first. Grissom
goes in search of Brass and finds him standing on the porch door of a modest
house.
"Brass, what do we have?"
"Déjà vu is what. Sarah Simpson, age 33, same MO, victim in bedroom, screen
removed, he cut her throat, she's even lying in the same position. We also
noticed a note on the dresser; no one has touched it-- we were waiting for
you."
"Ok thanks." As he prepares to enter the house Grissom notices Nick pulling
up, then getting out of his truck. Grabbing his kit, Nick quickly meets
Grissom at the doorway.
"Grissom" He says in greeting. "Same guy as last night?"
"Yep."
"Busy boy." Nick grins.
"Yeah, something like that. Nick, not only is the MO the same but the
victimology is also." Grissom waits for that to sink in before continuing.
"Okay, I see why you didn't call Sara." Nick responds slowly, digesting the
information. Putting on his game face Nick continues "Well, let's get
cracking then; we need to catch this guy."
Grissom nods and leads the way into the home. They slowly make their way to
the back bedroom, checking every room they pass for anything.
"Nothing; looks like this guy came in and out the bedroom window again."
Nick talks out the scene as they go. Slowly they enter the bedroom to a
similar scene that Gil was greeted with the night before.
The body is laying diagonally across the bed in a pool of her own blood. The
bedroom window is open and the screen has been set on the ground next to it.
Grissom closes in on the victim slowly, almost afraid of what he will find.
Looking down at her, he notices the resemblance immediately. This one is not
nearly as striking as Amanda, but a good second. Brown hair and eyes,
approximately the same height and weight as the previous victim, the facial
structure is close, but not quite right. Grissom now seriously begins to
worry about the fact that serial killers frequently return to the scene and
he may have seen Sara. While this wasn't officially a serial yet, Gil
suspects it, and that more bodies will start showing up. He picks up his
cell and tells Brass to please remember the photos of the crowd that was
already gathered.
"Nick, print and dust the window and check the area outside will you?"
"Sure thing." He responds and heads over to the window taking a quick glance
at the body as he walks by.
Gil walks over to the dresser and picks up the note that Brass had
mentioned. Any hope of this simply being a serial killer is gone and his
initial concern of Sara being seen by the perpetrator is erased upon turning
the note over, replaced by mind numbing fear.
*Why wont you die, Sara? I tried but you came back, you keep coming back,
I thought I was rid of you in San Francisco, they told me I was. They told me,
they promised me. But, no, here you are taunting me, messing with my head.
You thought you where so smart then, Harvard Girl, but who has got the last laugh now?*
"Shit."
"What did you say, Grissom?" Nicky asks from his position in front of the
window. "I got prints, but they are probably the victim's based on the last
scene."
"Huh?" Grissom asks confused, unaware that he had swore out loud. "Oh, ok
Nick, just make sure that they are the victim; you never know."
"Gris, what's wrong? You look like someone just walked on your grave." While
saying this Nick moves closer to Grissom, looking at the note in his hand.
The note was written quickly and Nick could tell even with his untrained eye
it was by someone who was very angry; the ink was very dark, like the person
had been pressing hard on it. It was actually very hard for Grissom and Nick
to read it completely the first time due to poor penmanship. Looked like
plain paper and a regular ball point was used, but it would have to go
through Questioned Documents and then maybe a handwriting analyst. Grissom
looks intently at the dresser where it was found and notes slight
indentations in the wood finish, indicating that it was written here, which
means the perp had to have gone through the house looking for paper and pen.
"Oh crap, Sara doesn't just look like the victim. The perp thinks she is the
victim. That's some twisted guy." After silence for a moment Nick speaks
again "Maybe its not her? There are other Sara's in Las Vegas."
"Come on Nick, you are smarter than that, it would be one hell of a
coincidence that there is another Sara who went to Harvard, worked in San
Francisco, and now lives here. Especially one that looks like her." Gil says
distracted as he bags the note. Nick stares back at him with a concerned
look on his face and nods in agreement. "Nick, check the house for paper and
pens, take everything."
Nick immediately picks up his kits and searches the house. Twenty minutes
later he returns with four separate notepads and several dozen pens. After
that they process the scene rather quickly, finding nothing of consequence
except the disturbing note. Nick checks the victims knife set and doesn't
find a missing one. "Well that's different."
"He probably still has the knife from the earlier victim, we never recovered
it. Ok lets get back to the lab and process what we have, I will call in the
rest of the crew."
"Including Sara?"
"Yes, she needs to know that she is the target, and we need to keep an eye
on her. I am going to ask Brass to put a man on her when she isn't with one
of us." Gil tells him as they walk to the vehicles and put the evidence in
Gil's Tahoe.
"She isn't going to like that." Nicky simply states as Gil gets in the
truck.
"I don't care.." is the entire response back. "I will see you at the lab,
Nick."
"Ok, see you there."
Nick turns and walks to his truck and as he pulls out of Gil's sight, Gil
violently slams his fits down onto the steering wheel and yells "DAMMIT". He
rests his head on the headrest, hands still clenched and on the wheel. This is not what
they needed right now, not what Sara needed either. He had been trying so hard to treat her
more as an equal, but this was going to put things back a bit, by ordering the protection he
knew she would think he was treating her unfairly again. It was the last thing he wanted,
he and Sara had finally put the leave of absence incident behind them and now enjoyed one
of the more productive partnerships on the team. They worked well together, it was almost
frightening, they were always on the same page, damn near the same thought.
It was what drew him to her. Pausing a few more seconds to collect himself,
Gil starts the truck and heads back to the lab to start working on finding this
guy before one of his own becomes a victim.
tbc......
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"You wanna sleep with me?" Sara
"Did you just say what I think you said?" Grissom
For disclaimers, ect, please see the first chapter.
Chapter 3- A Revelation and a Twist
Nick and Brass caught up with Grissom to give him the news that they had
nothing of interest. Warrick and Catherine reported the same, but they were
still waiting on the DNA to come back, Greg said it would be until at least
the next day to go through all the samples and see if there was any foreign
material.
"Catherine, gather everyone in my office." Grissom asks as he runs his hands
through his hair.
"Sure, meet you there."
Ten minutes later the entire team was gathered in his office comparing
notes; even Sara seemed to be getting back to her old self as Grissom walked
in. Warrick had kept his theory to himself, except for Catherine and he was
going to keep it that way for now.
"Ok, so far we have very little, we know that they killer used one of her
own knives, which is currently missing. We have a cotton fiber which is
useless until we get a match and nothing on the windows or the bruises; the
guy came prepared with latex gloves and somehow managed to not leave a
single piece of hair. Since we are still waiting on the DNA from the sheets
to come back and everyone has been here for almost 20 hours go home, go get
some rest, and we will tackle this with fresh minds tomorrow."
There was a few grumbles from the group, but most agreed they were getting
tired and could use some sleep, even Sara. Eventually everyone managed to
leave the lab, including Grissom, and go home.
Gil went home and turned on the stereo to something classical and prepared
dinner. Shortly after eating he falls asleep on his couch, dreaming of Sara
in that pool of blood. His not so restful sleep is interrupted a short five
hours later from a call on his cell phone from Brass.
"There's been another one Grissom." Brass states sounding distressed on the
phone.
"What? Where?" Gris asks groggily.
"This time Fremont district, same MO."
"What aren't you telling me?" Grissom could tell from the sound of his voice
that there was something very wrong.
"Grissom, maybe you should just come down here."
"No Brass , what's going on? Tell me now." He was beginning to get agitated.
"Not just the same MO, Gris; the victim has a similar appearance to the
first one: hair, eyes, the whole bit."
Stunned by this piece of information, it took Grissom several seconds to
respond. "Ok I will be there in 20 minutes. Did you call anyone else?"
"No."
"Good." Grissom replies softly. "Ok, I will be there shortly with Nick." As
Grissom hangs up the phone, he debates the wisdom of telling Sara right now.
If he doesn't she will be pissed off for being excluded, but at the same
time she really looked like she needed all the rest she could get before
they had broken for the night. Is this what being the supervisor was all
about? If so, he really didn't like this part, he decided as he picked up
the cell again.
"Hey, Nick, I need you to meet me on South 46th in the Freemont District in
20 minutes. There has been another murder....Yep, same MO. Just do me a favor,
don't go in until I get there and can brief you...Yeah, something like
that....No I haven't called Sara, don't want to involve her yet.... Yes Nick, I
know she will be furious....Ok see you there."
Grissom quickly got up, dressed, and brushed his teeth. He made it to the
crime scene before Nick. Good, enough time to check it out first. Grissom
goes in search of Brass and finds him standing on the porch door of a modest
house.
"Brass, what do we have?"
"Déjà vu is what. Sarah Simpson, age 33, same MO, victim in bedroom, screen
removed, he cut her throat, she's even lying in the same position. We also
noticed a note on the dresser; no one has touched it-- we were waiting for
you."
"Ok thanks." As he prepares to enter the house Grissom notices Nick pulling
up, then getting out of his truck. Grabbing his kit, Nick quickly meets
Grissom at the doorway.
"Grissom" He says in greeting. "Same guy as last night?"
"Yep."
"Busy boy." Nick grins.
"Yeah, something like that. Nick, not only is the MO the same but the
victimology is also." Grissom waits for that to sink in before continuing.
"Okay, I see why you didn't call Sara." Nick responds slowly, digesting the
information. Putting on his game face Nick continues "Well, let's get
cracking then; we need to catch this guy."
Grissom nods and leads the way into the home. They slowly make their way to
the back bedroom, checking every room they pass for anything.
"Nothing; looks like this guy came in and out the bedroom window again."
Nick talks out the scene as they go. Slowly they enter the bedroom to a
similar scene that Gil was greeted with the night before.
The body is laying diagonally across the bed in a pool of her own blood. The
bedroom window is open and the screen has been set on the ground next to it.
Grissom closes in on the victim slowly, almost afraid of what he will find.
Looking down at her, he notices the resemblance immediately. This one is not
nearly as striking as Amanda, but a good second. Brown hair and eyes,
approximately the same height and weight as the previous victim, the facial
structure is close, but not quite right. Grissom now seriously begins to
worry about the fact that serial killers frequently return to the scene and
he may have seen Sara. While this wasn't officially a serial yet, Gil
suspects it, and that more bodies will start showing up. He picks up his
cell and tells Brass to please remember the photos of the crowd that was
already gathered.
"Nick, print and dust the window and check the area outside will you?"
"Sure thing." He responds and heads over to the window taking a quick glance
at the body as he walks by.
Gil walks over to the dresser and picks up the note that Brass had
mentioned. Any hope of this simply being a serial killer is gone and his
initial concern of Sara being seen by the perpetrator is erased upon turning
the note over, replaced by mind numbing fear.
*Why wont you die, Sara? I tried but you came back, you keep coming back,
I thought I was rid of you in San Francisco, they told me I was. They told me,
they promised me. But, no, here you are taunting me, messing with my head.
You thought you where so smart then, Harvard Girl, but who has got the last laugh now?*
"Shit."
"What did you say, Grissom?" Nicky asks from his position in front of the
window. "I got prints, but they are probably the victim's based on the last
scene."
"Huh?" Grissom asks confused, unaware that he had swore out loud. "Oh, ok
Nick, just make sure that they are the victim; you never know."
"Gris, what's wrong? You look like someone just walked on your grave." While
saying this Nick moves closer to Grissom, looking at the note in his hand.
The note was written quickly and Nick could tell even with his untrained eye
it was by someone who was very angry; the ink was very dark, like the person
had been pressing hard on it. It was actually very hard for Grissom and Nick
to read it completely the first time due to poor penmanship. Looked like
plain paper and a regular ball point was used, but it would have to go
through Questioned Documents and then maybe a handwriting analyst. Grissom
looks intently at the dresser where it was found and notes slight
indentations in the wood finish, indicating that it was written here, which
means the perp had to have gone through the house looking for paper and pen.
"Oh crap, Sara doesn't just look like the victim. The perp thinks she is the
victim. That's some twisted guy." After silence for a moment Nick speaks
again "Maybe its not her? There are other Sara's in Las Vegas."
"Come on Nick, you are smarter than that, it would be one hell of a
coincidence that there is another Sara who went to Harvard, worked in San
Francisco, and now lives here. Especially one that looks like her." Gil says
distracted as he bags the note. Nick stares back at him with a concerned
look on his face and nods in agreement. "Nick, check the house for paper and
pens, take everything."
Nick immediately picks up his kits and searches the house. Twenty minutes
later he returns with four separate notepads and several dozen pens. After
that they process the scene rather quickly, finding nothing of consequence
except the disturbing note. Nick checks the victims knife set and doesn't
find a missing one. "Well that's different."
"He probably still has the knife from the earlier victim, we never recovered
it. Ok lets get back to the lab and process what we have, I will call in the
rest of the crew."
"Including Sara?"
"Yes, she needs to know that she is the target, and we need to keep an eye
on her. I am going to ask Brass to put a man on her when she isn't with one
of us." Gil tells him as they walk to the vehicles and put the evidence in
Gil's Tahoe.
"She isn't going to like that." Nicky simply states as Gil gets in the
truck.
"I don't care.." is the entire response back. "I will see you at the lab,
Nick."
"Ok, see you there."
Nick turns and walks to his truck and as he pulls out of Gil's sight, Gil
violently slams his fits down onto the steering wheel and yells "DAMMIT". He
rests his head on the headrest, hands still clenched and on the wheel. This is not what
they needed right now, not what Sara needed either. He had been trying so hard to treat her
more as an equal, but this was going to put things back a bit, by ordering the protection he
knew she would think he was treating her unfairly again. It was the last thing he wanted,
he and Sara had finally put the leave of absence incident behind them and now enjoyed one
of the more productive partnerships on the team. They worked well together, it was almost
frightening, they were always on the same page, damn near the same thought.
It was what drew him to her. Pausing a few more seconds to collect himself,
Gil starts the truck and heads back to the lab to start working on finding this
guy before one of his own becomes a victim.
tbc......
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"You wanna sleep with me?" Sara
"Did you just say what I think you said?" Grissom