Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own any of the CSI characters, I
only claim to own my entirely original ones, or something like that.
*****
Later that day, Samantha and her mother are sitting inside a room with Brass and Grissom, when Grissom starts questioning the girl. "Samantha, is it possible that you and Brittany's killers are friends?" "I..I.." Samantha stammers. "Is it possible that you don't want to betray your friendship with them by telling us who there are, even if they are murderers?" "Mom, take me home!" The girl pleads with her mom. "No, Samantha," Mrs. Brown says sternly. "You answer his questions." "Samantha looks at Grissom, then at Brass. They both have looks of anticipation on their faces. "Yes, we are friends, but we are not all that good of ones. I still won't tell you who they are." Grissom sighs. "Samantha, I guess you don't quite get it. We are going to find out who killed Brittany with or without your help." "Fine, as long as I'm not the one to lock them up."
*****
While shaking his head, Warrick announced, "I've never seen a case like it." Grissom, Warrick, and Catherine were sitting around the lounge a little bit later. "When you've worked in CSI for as long as I have," Grissom says, "you've seen it all. There is only one case like this one though. A long time ago. Catherine and I were working on it together. The witness was an eight year old boy that didn't want to say that his dad had killed someone, when the man really did." "Oh yeah, that was when I first came on," Catherine added. "What did you do to make him crack?" Warrick questioned. "If I remember correctly," Catherine said, "I think we threatened him. We said we would put him in jail if he didn't tell. Of course we really can't do that, but it scared him into singing like a nightingale." "Yeah, but this is a fourteen year old girl we're talking about here," Warrick said. "And a very stubborn one at that." Catherine smiled. "Still doesn't mean it won't work again."
*****
For the second time that day, Samantha and her mother were sitting down at a table with Grissom facing them from the other side. Both Brass and Warrick were watching from the observation window. An officer was waiting right outside the door. "Samantha, let me break it down for you." Grissom put a paper on the table in front of her. "This here is a list of every male student in your school. I want you to tell me who Brittany's killers are." "What, are you stupid or something!" Brittany sighed. "I told you already, I am not telling. I'll never tell!" "Okay, but what if I told you this: if you do not tell, you a playing the accomplice of two killers. That means that we have the right to take you into custody and get it out of you by force." Grissom was practically yelling now. "A friend of your was killed and you don't even have the guts to tell us who did it." Grissom lowered his voice. "Now, for the last time, I will ask politely. Who killed Brittany McGoy?" Samantha repeated, "I'll never tell." "Alright, you leave us no choice." Grissom nodded to the officer. The cop moved toward the girl with a pair of handcuffs in his hands, which he proceeded to put on her. "Samantha Brad, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.." "Mom, don't let them take me!" Samantha screamed. "Just do what the man says, Sam," the mother soothed. "Wait, wait!" Samantha yelled just before they officer had dragged her outside the room. "I'll tell! I'll tell!" Grissom nodded at the officer again. He released Samantha and pushed her into the chair. "Mark Riley and Berry Thompson." "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it Samantha?" Grissom now turned to the detective, Jim Brass. "Brass.?" The detective nodded in knowing approval and went to find the killers.
*****
"Wait, Mrs. Brad!" Grissom called to Samantha's mother just before she got in her car to leave. "Thank you so very much for all you have done." "Oh, it was nothing Mr. Grissom. I knew Samantha would tell as soon as she was in those handcuffs. That was very ingenious of you. It seemed that she sang-" "Like a nightingale," Grissom finished. The lady smiled. "Exactly."
*****
Later that day, Samantha and her mother are sitting inside a room with Brass and Grissom, when Grissom starts questioning the girl. "Samantha, is it possible that you and Brittany's killers are friends?" "I..I.." Samantha stammers. "Is it possible that you don't want to betray your friendship with them by telling us who there are, even if they are murderers?" "Mom, take me home!" The girl pleads with her mom. "No, Samantha," Mrs. Brown says sternly. "You answer his questions." "Samantha looks at Grissom, then at Brass. They both have looks of anticipation on their faces. "Yes, we are friends, but we are not all that good of ones. I still won't tell you who they are." Grissom sighs. "Samantha, I guess you don't quite get it. We are going to find out who killed Brittany with or without your help." "Fine, as long as I'm not the one to lock them up."
*****
While shaking his head, Warrick announced, "I've never seen a case like it." Grissom, Warrick, and Catherine were sitting around the lounge a little bit later. "When you've worked in CSI for as long as I have," Grissom says, "you've seen it all. There is only one case like this one though. A long time ago. Catherine and I were working on it together. The witness was an eight year old boy that didn't want to say that his dad had killed someone, when the man really did." "Oh yeah, that was when I first came on," Catherine added. "What did you do to make him crack?" Warrick questioned. "If I remember correctly," Catherine said, "I think we threatened him. We said we would put him in jail if he didn't tell. Of course we really can't do that, but it scared him into singing like a nightingale." "Yeah, but this is a fourteen year old girl we're talking about here," Warrick said. "And a very stubborn one at that." Catherine smiled. "Still doesn't mean it won't work again."
*****
For the second time that day, Samantha and her mother were sitting down at a table with Grissom facing them from the other side. Both Brass and Warrick were watching from the observation window. An officer was waiting right outside the door. "Samantha, let me break it down for you." Grissom put a paper on the table in front of her. "This here is a list of every male student in your school. I want you to tell me who Brittany's killers are." "What, are you stupid or something!" Brittany sighed. "I told you already, I am not telling. I'll never tell!" "Okay, but what if I told you this: if you do not tell, you a playing the accomplice of two killers. That means that we have the right to take you into custody and get it out of you by force." Grissom was practically yelling now. "A friend of your was killed and you don't even have the guts to tell us who did it." Grissom lowered his voice. "Now, for the last time, I will ask politely. Who killed Brittany McGoy?" Samantha repeated, "I'll never tell." "Alright, you leave us no choice." Grissom nodded to the officer. The cop moved toward the girl with a pair of handcuffs in his hands, which he proceeded to put on her. "Samantha Brad, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.." "Mom, don't let them take me!" Samantha screamed. "Just do what the man says, Sam," the mother soothed. "Wait, wait!" Samantha yelled just before they officer had dragged her outside the room. "I'll tell! I'll tell!" Grissom nodded at the officer again. He released Samantha and pushed her into the chair. "Mark Riley and Berry Thompson." "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it Samantha?" Grissom now turned to the detective, Jim Brass. "Brass.?" The detective nodded in knowing approval and went to find the killers.
*****
"Wait, Mrs. Brad!" Grissom called to Samantha's mother just before she got in her car to leave. "Thank you so very much for all you have done." "Oh, it was nothing Mr. Grissom. I knew Samantha would tell as soon as she was in those handcuffs. That was very ingenious of you. It seemed that she sang-" "Like a nightingale," Grissom finished. The lady smiled. "Exactly."