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"Uhh…Sara? Can I disturb you for a moment?" Greg asked eagerly.
"What is it Greg?" Sara hardly raised her eyes from her microscope.
"Well, seeing as our break is coming up, would you….uhh…you know…"
Sara eyebrows couldn't have got any higher.
"Well, Greg swallowed, do you wanna get a bite to eat. You know, nothing serious."
"Sure, Greg, give me a moment to finish up." She gave him one of her rare smiles that melted his heart.
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Grissom burst it.
"Sara, we gotta get down to the casino, Warrick found a new lead. Ready?"
Sara through a sorry look at Greg and dashed out of the room, perhaps a little too eagerly, Greg thought. He sighed and went back to the lab. br
Warrick had just phoned up his old high school and found out some useful information. The school had given him an address for George Green after he had persuaded them he really was from the Las Vegas crime squad. He decided to check it out, even though he thought it was pretty obvious Green wouldn't be hanging out in a known address.
He didn't signal to anyone his departure, after all Nick was busy with the NY jail on the phone, Sara and Grissom had gone back to the casino and Catherine was, well he wasn't quite sure where she was. He went out, found theTahoe, climbed in and drove out of the car park into the night. The apartment was across town and within half an hour he was there. As he got out, he sensed a chill in the air. "Don't be silly Warrick, he warned himself, if the temperature is lower, it would be cause I'm in the suburbs".
Thus reassured he crossed the street and surveyed the grey building in all its height, looking it up and down, as he would a person, and in the darkness with only a few distant street lights to guide him, the apartment block did seem to him like a human; all the windows representing its eyes, mocking him, daring him to come in. The door stood open, like a huge mouth, waiting to swallow him up, a great abyss. He went up to the door, scanned all the bells on offer, but to his disappointment none had "Green" on them, but he wasn't surprised, after all, the address he'd been given was old. Then he thought he had something. He shone his torch on one of the little white squares next to the bells, and peered closer. It looked slightly thicker than the other squares and with a bit of effort, he managed to pull it off. Underneath that, with closer inspection, hardly discernable was traced in black ink "G. Green". He smiled despite himself, this was a further clue. Someone at least in the apartment block must remember Him. He rang the bell, even though the door was open, it wasn't especially inviting; dark, rancid air poured from it. No one answered. He ran his fingers through his hair, questioning himself, Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He should at least have told the others where he was heading, even if he hadn't come with them. He rang again. He thought he heard crackling at the other end, but couldn't be sure of it. Finally, when his patience was wearing thin, Warrick took a deep breath of the nearly fresh air, then plunged into the building. The odour hit him at once like a ton of bricks. Still, not put off he merely put a hand across his nose and made for the stairs, trying not to make them creak as he mounted. There was total silence around him, engulfing him, and putting him ill at ease. He thought this was odd, in a big block like this, surely there would be some action, some sounds coming from the various staircases that branched out at every level? But no. He reached the floor that Green had lived on, and carefully approached the door. brbr
"You are the manager of this casino and have been for a eleven years. Is that true?" Grissom's voice was serious as he questioned the owner of the Caesar's Palace.
"Yes, that is correct." The man, in his early thirties was not moved by Gil Grissom's intense stare. He did not shift his gaze, but kept eye to eye with Gil.
"Did you employ a G. Green during that period of time?"
"Yes, I did."
"Did you know that he has escaped from a New York jail and is on the run at present?"
"No I did not."
"Did you ever observe any strangeness in his behaviour during the period you employed him?"
"Not that I observed no. But perhaps you would be better off talking to Jim."
"Who is Jim?"
"He was a colleague of Green's."
"Do you happen to know his whereabouts? That would help." Put in Sara.
"Well no, I'm afraid. I can give you the last known address of his I have, but you have to understand that when I fired him, he passed out of my interest, and my knowledge."
"You fired him?" Sara's eyebrows raised a couple of degrees.
"Yeah. For Grievous Bodily Harm and intent to rob."
"Wow, pretty hefty charge. What happened?"
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to disclose that information."
Sara was about to add something but Grissom stopped her by putting a hand on her arm.
"OK, well if you give us his full name and last known address, we'll work from there."
"Sure."
The manager went into his office looked through a file and wrote down the information on a bit of paper.
"Here."
"Thank you, you've been of great help to our investigation." Grissom gave him a tight smile.
"Well I'm here if you need any more information."
"We'll get back to you…"
Grissom and Sara turned and went back to the Tahoe parked nearby, discussing their interview as they went.
"There's something odd about that man, but I can't quite place it." Said Sara.
"Well, we'll found out soon enough. Anyway he's provided us with some more links, which can't be a bad thing unless they're false, in which case, we know where he works."brbr
Warrick rapped on the door with a fist before calling out: "Las Vegas crime squad, anyone home?" Yet again he was met with deadly silence. He gave it time before knocking again. Should he enter? Half his brain told him no, anyone could be lurking in the pitch darkness of the apartment, but the other half meanwhile wanted to see some action, wanted some answers, and quickly. Anyhow, he was pretty fit he could handle a grown man…
Very slowly he inched the (unlocked) door open. The hinges creaked like an old man's joints. His torch through a five centimetre diameter of light wherever it fell. It would take a long time to explore the whole apartment, but how much time he had, Warrick didn't know. He advanced cautiously, not wanting to stray too far from the door. He pressed himself against the wall and moved slowly. After a few moments he saw that the wall turned sharply left, what was around the corner he didn't know. His heart was hammering in his chest, fit to burst, he was sure the whole block could hear him, if only it was occupied. Slowly something dawned in Warrick's brain: An apartment block with the main door open, the empty staircase, the half open front door, the absence of people…It all fell into place. Too late. Too late he felt the heavy blow to his head. Too late he realised it had all been a vicious trap determined to get him here, alone, with no one knowing where he'd gone. He wanted to lash out, but another blow to the head made sure he couldn't. Yet again in his life, Warrick lost consciousness….
Wew finally chapter 6 up =) plz R and R!!
Disclaimer: see chapter 1 brbr
"Uhh…Sara? Can I disturb you for a moment?" Greg asked eagerly.
"What is it Greg?" Sara hardly raised her eyes from her microscope.
"Well, seeing as our break is coming up, would you….uhh…you know…"
Sara eyebrows couldn't have got any higher.
"Well, Greg swallowed, do you wanna get a bite to eat. You know, nothing serious."
"Sure, Greg, give me a moment to finish up." She gave him one of her rare smiles that melted his heart.
br
Grissom burst it.
"Sara, we gotta get down to the casino, Warrick found a new lead. Ready?"
Sara through a sorry look at Greg and dashed out of the room, perhaps a little too eagerly, Greg thought. He sighed and went back to the lab. br
Warrick had just phoned up his old high school and found out some useful information. The school had given him an address for George Green after he had persuaded them he really was from the Las Vegas crime squad. He decided to check it out, even though he thought it was pretty obvious Green wouldn't be hanging out in a known address.
He didn't signal to anyone his departure, after all Nick was busy with the NY jail on the phone, Sara and Grissom had gone back to the casino and Catherine was, well he wasn't quite sure where she was. He went out, found theTahoe, climbed in and drove out of the car park into the night. The apartment was across town and within half an hour he was there. As he got out, he sensed a chill in the air. "Don't be silly Warrick, he warned himself, if the temperature is lower, it would be cause I'm in the suburbs".
Thus reassured he crossed the street and surveyed the grey building in all its height, looking it up and down, as he would a person, and in the darkness with only a few distant street lights to guide him, the apartment block did seem to him like a human; all the windows representing its eyes, mocking him, daring him to come in. The door stood open, like a huge mouth, waiting to swallow him up, a great abyss. He went up to the door, scanned all the bells on offer, but to his disappointment none had "Green" on them, but he wasn't surprised, after all, the address he'd been given was old. Then he thought he had something. He shone his torch on one of the little white squares next to the bells, and peered closer. It looked slightly thicker than the other squares and with a bit of effort, he managed to pull it off. Underneath that, with closer inspection, hardly discernable was traced in black ink "G. Green". He smiled despite himself, this was a further clue. Someone at least in the apartment block must remember Him. He rang the bell, even though the door was open, it wasn't especially inviting; dark, rancid air poured from it. No one answered. He ran his fingers through his hair, questioning himself, Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He should at least have told the others where he was heading, even if he hadn't come with them. He rang again. He thought he heard crackling at the other end, but couldn't be sure of it. Finally, when his patience was wearing thin, Warrick took a deep breath of the nearly fresh air, then plunged into the building. The odour hit him at once like a ton of bricks. Still, not put off he merely put a hand across his nose and made for the stairs, trying not to make them creak as he mounted. There was total silence around him, engulfing him, and putting him ill at ease. He thought this was odd, in a big block like this, surely there would be some action, some sounds coming from the various staircases that branched out at every level? But no. He reached the floor that Green had lived on, and carefully approached the door. brbr
"You are the manager of this casino and have been for a eleven years. Is that true?" Grissom's voice was serious as he questioned the owner of the Caesar's Palace.
"Yes, that is correct." The man, in his early thirties was not moved by Gil Grissom's intense stare. He did not shift his gaze, but kept eye to eye with Gil.
"Did you employ a G. Green during that period of time?"
"Yes, I did."
"Did you know that he has escaped from a New York jail and is on the run at present?"
"No I did not."
"Did you ever observe any strangeness in his behaviour during the period you employed him?"
"Not that I observed no. But perhaps you would be better off talking to Jim."
"Who is Jim?"
"He was a colleague of Green's."
"Do you happen to know his whereabouts? That would help." Put in Sara.
"Well no, I'm afraid. I can give you the last known address of his I have, but you have to understand that when I fired him, he passed out of my interest, and my knowledge."
"You fired him?" Sara's eyebrows raised a couple of degrees.
"Yeah. For Grievous Bodily Harm and intent to rob."
"Wow, pretty hefty charge. What happened?"
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to disclose that information."
Sara was about to add something but Grissom stopped her by putting a hand on her arm.
"OK, well if you give us his full name and last known address, we'll work from there."
"Sure."
The manager went into his office looked through a file and wrote down the information on a bit of paper.
"Here."
"Thank you, you've been of great help to our investigation." Grissom gave him a tight smile.
"Well I'm here if you need any more information."
"We'll get back to you…"
Grissom and Sara turned and went back to the Tahoe parked nearby, discussing their interview as they went.
"There's something odd about that man, but I can't quite place it." Said Sara.
"Well, we'll found out soon enough. Anyway he's provided us with some more links, which can't be a bad thing unless they're false, in which case, we know where he works."brbr
Warrick rapped on the door with a fist before calling out: "Las Vegas crime squad, anyone home?" Yet again he was met with deadly silence. He gave it time before knocking again. Should he enter? Half his brain told him no, anyone could be lurking in the pitch darkness of the apartment, but the other half meanwhile wanted to see some action, wanted some answers, and quickly. Anyhow, he was pretty fit he could handle a grown man…
Very slowly he inched the (unlocked) door open. The hinges creaked like an old man's joints. His torch through a five centimetre diameter of light wherever it fell. It would take a long time to explore the whole apartment, but how much time he had, Warrick didn't know. He advanced cautiously, not wanting to stray too far from the door. He pressed himself against the wall and moved slowly. After a few moments he saw that the wall turned sharply left, what was around the corner he didn't know. His heart was hammering in his chest, fit to burst, he was sure the whole block could hear him, if only it was occupied. Slowly something dawned in Warrick's brain: An apartment block with the main door open, the empty staircase, the half open front door, the absence of people…It all fell into place. Too late. Too late he felt the heavy blow to his head. Too late he realised it had all been a vicious trap determined to get him here, alone, with no one knowing where he'd gone. He wanted to lash out, but another blow to the head made sure he couldn't. Yet again in his life, Warrick lost consciousness….
Wew finally chapter 6 up =) plz R and R!!