Clues
Disclaimer: see chapter 1
"Hey Warrick you've been staring at that screen for exactly 4 minutes 32 seconds, do you want to tell me what's going on?" Gil Grissom's voice echoed into Warrick's brain.
"Nah, no worries."
"I think there is. You've been edgy, tired and out of it for the past 3 days now. Is this work related or something to do with your personal life?"
"What if it's both?"
"Then we have a problem."
Both men started at each other neither one of them wishing to look aside, until Sara came in. Almost at once Grissom's gaze shifted to the pretty brunette. She looked up at him, and yet again Warrick had the feeling of some electrical current passing between these two people.
"Tell me, he started, are you two involved?"
"Who on earth told you that?" said Sara with an edge of panic in her voice.
"Just Nick…"
"I'll get him, really I will!"
She turned on her heals calling Nick's name, but Warrick just had time to see a faint tinge of red in her cheeks.
"Was that a yes, or a no?" he said, bemused.
"Take it as a *don't meddle in other people's private life's* "
Warrick held up both hands in a gesture of apology before leaving too.
"So you two aren't going out then?" asked Greg, a hopeful, puppy dog expression coming onto his face.
"Never you mind Greggo, haven't you got a job to do?"
"There are 211 G. Green's in Las Vegas. Where do we start?" said Nick.
"His address might not be in Las Vegas", broke in Warrick.
"Maybe, but it's a start."
"Yeah, but say he was a local known offender, but his last crime was 6 years ago, what then? He'd obviously have moved on."
"We might find out something though, what clues do you have?"
"Ahh, man, I'm on break in 2 minutes."
Warrick switched on the TV, news bulletin on CNN.
"George Green, convicted killer, has still not been found, after escaping the New York jail he was interned, 3 days ago, in for the murder of Jill Young 6 years before. He is of medium build, fair hair and has a tattoo on his left bicep…"
As the first two words of the broadcast had been uttered, Nick sprang in front of the TV.
"Could you get more freaky than that? Here we are searching for a criminal with the name G. Green and we find out that some murderer who has the same name is on the loose!"
"Yup, how weird…" sighed Warrick.
Nick looked up at him strangely.
"Well, I'll phone up the jail then. They'll have finger prints of all the prisoners."
"You do that Nick, you do that."
Warrick sat there, twiddling the beginnings of a goatee with one hand and tapping the table with the other. What could the link be between the school bully murdering a classmate and a man strangling someone in a casino apart from the fact that it was the same man both times? The he had it. He went to the computer and typed in the name of his old school. Sure enough a website appeared, he only had to type in his school year for all the old pupils to appear. He scrolled down the A's, B's and so on 'til he got to the G's, and there towards the end was the name he was looking for: "Green, George, left school at 16 trained to be a mechanic before working in a Las Vegas casino, the Caesar's Palace."
"Hmm, thought Warrick, seems like the casino owner might have some explaining to do."
Grissom was in his office reviewing the case when Greg burst in. He barely raised his eyes over the mass of papers on his desk.
"What do you want this time Greg?"
"Err…well do you know any good vegetarian restaurants in the area?"
This time Gil looked Greg squarely in the eyes.
"What?"
"Well, I, ah, might take Sara out after the shift is finished, just for a bite to eat." He ended in confusion.
"There's a good one two blocks down." Gil said bluntly before plunging back into his papers.
Greg, surprised by his coldness whispered a "thanks" before quietly shutting the door behind him.
As soon as it closed, Grissom got up. Did it bother him that Greg was interested in Sara? It was a difficult question to answer. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He didn't think Sara was interested in Greg anyway, least she didn't show any attraction to him… Gil let his trail of thought end there, sat back down and tried to concentrate on the case.
Warrick switched off the computer and raced to Grissom's office. He would be pleased with this new link he'd found. He knocked and entered, and found Grissom looking unusually flustered.
"Yes Warrick?"
"Uh, I thought you might be interested with this new lead I found. I checked out Green's old school website and apparently he worked in same casino as the crime scene, pretty cool huh?"
"Not bad."
"And also, here Warrick swallowed, we found that this G. Green could well be an escaped criminal from a New York jail. The days coincide. Nick is on the phone right now to the jail to get the fingerprints, if they match the ones we found on the body…"
"OK, said Grissom getting up, I'll go back to the casino with Sara and question the manager, you ring up the school and Nick can stay with the finger prints.
"Right."
They left the office and went their separate ways…
There we go, this chapter took ages to appear, but I was overloaded with school work and stuff, please R and R!
Disclaimer: see chapter 1
"Hey Warrick you've been staring at that screen for exactly 4 minutes 32 seconds, do you want to tell me what's going on?" Gil Grissom's voice echoed into Warrick's brain.
"Nah, no worries."
"I think there is. You've been edgy, tired and out of it for the past 3 days now. Is this work related or something to do with your personal life?"
"What if it's both?"
"Then we have a problem."
Both men started at each other neither one of them wishing to look aside, until Sara came in. Almost at once Grissom's gaze shifted to the pretty brunette. She looked up at him, and yet again Warrick had the feeling of some electrical current passing between these two people.
"Tell me, he started, are you two involved?"
"Who on earth told you that?" said Sara with an edge of panic in her voice.
"Just Nick…"
"I'll get him, really I will!"
She turned on her heals calling Nick's name, but Warrick just had time to see a faint tinge of red in her cheeks.
"Was that a yes, or a no?" he said, bemused.
"Take it as a *don't meddle in other people's private life's* "
Warrick held up both hands in a gesture of apology before leaving too.
"So you two aren't going out then?" asked Greg, a hopeful, puppy dog expression coming onto his face.
"Never you mind Greggo, haven't you got a job to do?"
"There are 211 G. Green's in Las Vegas. Where do we start?" said Nick.
"His address might not be in Las Vegas", broke in Warrick.
"Maybe, but it's a start."
"Yeah, but say he was a local known offender, but his last crime was 6 years ago, what then? He'd obviously have moved on."
"We might find out something though, what clues do you have?"
"Ahh, man, I'm on break in 2 minutes."
Warrick switched on the TV, news bulletin on CNN.
"George Green, convicted killer, has still not been found, after escaping the New York jail he was interned, 3 days ago, in for the murder of Jill Young 6 years before. He is of medium build, fair hair and has a tattoo on his left bicep…"
As the first two words of the broadcast had been uttered, Nick sprang in front of the TV.
"Could you get more freaky than that? Here we are searching for a criminal with the name G. Green and we find out that some murderer who has the same name is on the loose!"
"Yup, how weird…" sighed Warrick.
Nick looked up at him strangely.
"Well, I'll phone up the jail then. They'll have finger prints of all the prisoners."
"You do that Nick, you do that."
Warrick sat there, twiddling the beginnings of a goatee with one hand and tapping the table with the other. What could the link be between the school bully murdering a classmate and a man strangling someone in a casino apart from the fact that it was the same man both times? The he had it. He went to the computer and typed in the name of his old school. Sure enough a website appeared, he only had to type in his school year for all the old pupils to appear. He scrolled down the A's, B's and so on 'til he got to the G's, and there towards the end was the name he was looking for: "Green, George, left school at 16 trained to be a mechanic before working in a Las Vegas casino, the Caesar's Palace."
"Hmm, thought Warrick, seems like the casino owner might have some explaining to do."
Grissom was in his office reviewing the case when Greg burst in. He barely raised his eyes over the mass of papers on his desk.
"What do you want this time Greg?"
"Err…well do you know any good vegetarian restaurants in the area?"
This time Gil looked Greg squarely in the eyes.
"What?"
"Well, I, ah, might take Sara out after the shift is finished, just for a bite to eat." He ended in confusion.
"There's a good one two blocks down." Gil said bluntly before plunging back into his papers.
Greg, surprised by his coldness whispered a "thanks" before quietly shutting the door behind him.
As soon as it closed, Grissom got up. Did it bother him that Greg was interested in Sara? It was a difficult question to answer. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He didn't think Sara was interested in Greg anyway, least she didn't show any attraction to him… Gil let his trail of thought end there, sat back down and tried to concentrate on the case.
Warrick switched off the computer and raced to Grissom's office. He would be pleased with this new link he'd found. He knocked and entered, and found Grissom looking unusually flustered.
"Yes Warrick?"
"Uh, I thought you might be interested with this new lead I found. I checked out Green's old school website and apparently he worked in same casino as the crime scene, pretty cool huh?"
"Not bad."
"And also, here Warrick swallowed, we found that this G. Green could well be an escaped criminal from a New York jail. The days coincide. Nick is on the phone right now to the jail to get the fingerprints, if they match the ones we found on the body…"
"OK, said Grissom getting up, I'll go back to the casino with Sara and question the manager, you ring up the school and Nick can stay with the finger prints.
"Right."
They left the office and went their separate ways…
There we go, this chapter took ages to appear, but I was overloaded with school work and stuff, please R and R!