Follow the evidence
Chapter 4: Clueless
A/N: It's finally working so I can post the chapters I've written. Sara's best time should be up shortly. The next chapter of this story will have a bit more action.
***Valler Drive***
"How do you know the victim?" Brass asked Greg. Jordan had insisted the Greg wait in the Tahoe while he went back in to process the scene. Brass had told the new CSI that he'd keep an eye on the young lab tech, as he needed to question him about the twin's enemies. "And why didn't you know who she was when I said her name?"
"She was once in the same foster home as I was," Greg looked up as Warrick got in the Tahoe with them. Both men looked surprised to hear that Greg had been in foster care. "She left before I did, thankfully, and that was the last I saw of her. I guess her real family found her or she took their last name or something. I only spent about a month and a half with her and that was when we were both fifteen."
"Why do you say that thankfully she left before you?" Warrick glanced at Brass before turning his gaze back on Greg. He could see Greg's reluctance to reveal that bit of his past but, as it might have significance to the case, he was going to push for it. Warrick gave Brass a look and the police captain quickly excused himself to go help Jordan process the scene. They both knew Greg would more likely open up if only Warrick was present.
"You really want to know?" Greg's eyes were vacant, void of emotion as the met Warrick's concerned one. "Well then, where do I begin?"
***Lannor Dorms***
"So much for Grissom's theory of the murderer always leaving a piece of himself behind," Nick sighed as he ripped off his rubber gloves. He and Sara hadn't found anything, not even a few fibers, at their crime scene. Whoever the murderer was, he sure knew how to clean up and not leave a trace of himself behind. "You want to drive back or should I?"
"You drive," Sara replied, her voice tense. She was so frustrated with herself for not finding any evidence and would feel guilty the next time this guy or girl killed again. "If I drive I doubt we'll get back to the lab alive. You know how I get when I'm frustrated."
"In that case I'll just have to drive you home," Nick grinned to himself at the thought of getting to spend even more time with Sara. "And since your car will be in the parking lot all night I'll have to pick you up tomorrow too. Can't have you driving into a wall or a tree, now can we?"
"I think I'll take you up on that offer," Sara told him and pretended not to see the grin of excitement that broke out across Nick's face. "But first you have to get us back to the lab without crashing."
"I think I can do that."
***Young Street***
Catherine watched her boss with growing interest. She never seen him get so flustered on a case, not even the Paul Millander case shook him. She was starting to get worried about him but knew better than to call him on it. He'd deny it.
"Nothing," Grissom grumbles as he and Catherine watched the coroner take the body away. Just like Nick and Sara, they'd found no evidence other than the body at their scene. "Let's get back to the lab so we can compare notes with the others. I'll drive."
Catherine got in the Tahoe without saying a word. She didn't want to get on Grissom's bad side, especially when they were working the same crime scene.
A/N: It's finally working so I can post the chapters I've written. Sara's best time should be up shortly. The next chapter of this story will have a bit more action.
***Valler Drive***
"How do you know the victim?" Brass asked Greg. Jordan had insisted the Greg wait in the Tahoe while he went back in to process the scene. Brass had told the new CSI that he'd keep an eye on the young lab tech, as he needed to question him about the twin's enemies. "And why didn't you know who she was when I said her name?"
"She was once in the same foster home as I was," Greg looked up as Warrick got in the Tahoe with them. Both men looked surprised to hear that Greg had been in foster care. "She left before I did, thankfully, and that was the last I saw of her. I guess her real family found her or she took their last name or something. I only spent about a month and a half with her and that was when we were both fifteen."
"Why do you say that thankfully she left before you?" Warrick glanced at Brass before turning his gaze back on Greg. He could see Greg's reluctance to reveal that bit of his past but, as it might have significance to the case, he was going to push for it. Warrick gave Brass a look and the police captain quickly excused himself to go help Jordan process the scene. They both knew Greg would more likely open up if only Warrick was present.
"You really want to know?" Greg's eyes were vacant, void of emotion as the met Warrick's concerned one. "Well then, where do I begin?"
***Lannor Dorms***
"So much for Grissom's theory of the murderer always leaving a piece of himself behind," Nick sighed as he ripped off his rubber gloves. He and Sara hadn't found anything, not even a few fibers, at their crime scene. Whoever the murderer was, he sure knew how to clean up and not leave a trace of himself behind. "You want to drive back or should I?"
"You drive," Sara replied, her voice tense. She was so frustrated with herself for not finding any evidence and would feel guilty the next time this guy or girl killed again. "If I drive I doubt we'll get back to the lab alive. You know how I get when I'm frustrated."
"In that case I'll just have to drive you home," Nick grinned to himself at the thought of getting to spend even more time with Sara. "And since your car will be in the parking lot all night I'll have to pick you up tomorrow too. Can't have you driving into a wall or a tree, now can we?"
"I think I'll take you up on that offer," Sara told him and pretended not to see the grin of excitement that broke out across Nick's face. "But first you have to get us back to the lab without crashing."
"I think I can do that."
***Young Street***
Catherine watched her boss with growing interest. She never seen him get so flustered on a case, not even the Paul Millander case shook him. She was starting to get worried about him but knew better than to call him on it. He'd deny it.
"Nothing," Grissom grumbles as he and Catherine watched the coroner take the body away. Just like Nick and Sara, they'd found no evidence other than the body at their scene. "Let's get back to the lab so we can compare notes with the others. I'll drive."
Catherine got in the Tahoe without saying a word. She didn't want to get on Grissom's bad side, especially when they were working the same crime scene.