A/N: Just to clear something up- this isn't a Nick/Sara story, nor
Greg/OC...there are just hints of it. It's a case file. This chapter will
focus a little more on the case, not Jo and Nick.
Disclamer: You know the drill. I don't own them(except Joann Morris and
John Perkins), blah blah, don't sue, I'm only 14, I'm poor, it won't get
you anything.
But thank you all for the reviews, I love you!
"Greg, can you run these for me?" Sara asked the lab tech, handing him a bag with hair samples in it.
"Sure. What is it?" He took the bag from her and peeked in like a child opening a birthday present.
"Hair samples. From the Morris cases," she answered.
"The Morris cases... care to enlighten me on this one? Or do you wanna keep me in the dark?" He said, putting the samples on the top of a precariously balanced pile.
Sara gave Greg the basics. She ended, "Poor Nick. It's gotta be really hard on him." Greg nodded and resumed their work.
Sara waked to the break room, her thoughts still on Nick. 'Poor guy. I hope he's alright.' She thought, pouring herself some coffee. Warrick poked his head in right as Sara saw that her watch read 8:00.
"Sara? Grissom just called. He wants us to check out a 'John Perkins.' He works at UNLV, and was one of Jo Morris's teachers."
"Gotcha. I'm coming." She answered, taking another sip of her decaf. She grabbed her bag and followed Warrick out of the lab.
The drive out to the campus was a quiet one. Both C.S.I.s were concerned about their friend. He was going through a lot.
Warrick parked in the lot and got out, nodding to Sara. It was nice being on his old campus, but he hated the reason. Investigating murder wasn't the kind of thing that makes you start reminiscing. He led Sara to the graphic arts department, and stood outside the door of the classroom where Perkins was teaching. The bell rang only a minute after the two entered the hall.
A flow of students rushed out of the door. As soon as they cleared, Sara and her partner entered the room. Mr. Perkins raised an eyebrow but extended a hand in greeting.
"Can I help you?" He said, shaking Warrick, then Sara's hands.
"If you're Mr. Perkins, you can. I'm Sra Sidle. This is my partner, Warrick Brown. We work for the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Is Joann Morris one of your students?" Sara asked, hitting record much like her co-worker had done during previous interrogations.
"One of the best. She's brilliant. It's so terrible what happened to her."
"How did you find out about that?" Warrick inquired.
"She, uh, called me. Last night."
"What has she told you about her home life?"
"She's said that her parents never cared about her. I believe it. Whenever I would talk to them, they were constantly talking about their jobs, how wonderful things were for them. It was serious bragging. Sometimes she would come to class with her eyes red from crying. I couldn't stand it." Perkins was acting very bitter. Sara raised an eyebrow.
"Anything else?"
"No...not that I can think of." Perkins still had a mean look on his face.
"Thank you, Mr. Perkins. We'll keep in touch." Sara thanked him, and they shook hands again. The partners walked out of the room, both thinking the same thing.
"Well, he was suspicious." Sara said. Warrick nodded as his cell rang.
"Brown."
"Warrick, hey, it's Greg. I got the results back on that hair you guys dropped off. I tried Sara's number already; I think the battery on her phone is out." He said, a Social Burn song blaring in the background.
"And?"
"And guess who? It's John Perkins, who I believe you two are meeting with, if Grissom wasn't BS-ing me. And you know what's even more interesting? He has a criminal record. 2 counts of aggravated assault. It's amazing he's got a job."
"Thanks Greg. We'll be at the lab in 15 minutes." Warrick said before hanging up. He relayed the new information to Sara, whose mouth dropped.
"I knew he was acting really shady!" Sara exclaimed as they walked back to Warrick's Tahoe.
"Tell me about it. All we need is a little more evidence to convict this guy. He's got a motive, and there is proof he was at the scene."
"Let's go." Sara jumped into the car and they drove off toward the lab.
A/N- I don't really like this chapter all that much, but it was necessary for the story. Hope you like it more than me!
But thank you all for the reviews, I love you!
"Greg, can you run these for me?" Sara asked the lab tech, handing him a bag with hair samples in it.
"Sure. What is it?" He took the bag from her and peeked in like a child opening a birthday present.
"Hair samples. From the Morris cases," she answered.
"The Morris cases... care to enlighten me on this one? Or do you wanna keep me in the dark?" He said, putting the samples on the top of a precariously balanced pile.
Sara gave Greg the basics. She ended, "Poor Nick. It's gotta be really hard on him." Greg nodded and resumed their work.
Sara waked to the break room, her thoughts still on Nick. 'Poor guy. I hope he's alright.' She thought, pouring herself some coffee. Warrick poked his head in right as Sara saw that her watch read 8:00.
"Sara? Grissom just called. He wants us to check out a 'John Perkins.' He works at UNLV, and was one of Jo Morris's teachers."
"Gotcha. I'm coming." She answered, taking another sip of her decaf. She grabbed her bag and followed Warrick out of the lab.
The drive out to the campus was a quiet one. Both C.S.I.s were concerned about their friend. He was going through a lot.
Warrick parked in the lot and got out, nodding to Sara. It was nice being on his old campus, but he hated the reason. Investigating murder wasn't the kind of thing that makes you start reminiscing. He led Sara to the graphic arts department, and stood outside the door of the classroom where Perkins was teaching. The bell rang only a minute after the two entered the hall.
A flow of students rushed out of the door. As soon as they cleared, Sara and her partner entered the room. Mr. Perkins raised an eyebrow but extended a hand in greeting.
"Can I help you?" He said, shaking Warrick, then Sara's hands.
"If you're Mr. Perkins, you can. I'm Sra Sidle. This is my partner, Warrick Brown. We work for the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Is Joann Morris one of your students?" Sara asked, hitting record much like her co-worker had done during previous interrogations.
"One of the best. She's brilliant. It's so terrible what happened to her."
"How did you find out about that?" Warrick inquired.
"She, uh, called me. Last night."
"What has she told you about her home life?"
"She's said that her parents never cared about her. I believe it. Whenever I would talk to them, they were constantly talking about their jobs, how wonderful things were for them. It was serious bragging. Sometimes she would come to class with her eyes red from crying. I couldn't stand it." Perkins was acting very bitter. Sara raised an eyebrow.
"Anything else?"
"No...not that I can think of." Perkins still had a mean look on his face.
"Thank you, Mr. Perkins. We'll keep in touch." Sara thanked him, and they shook hands again. The partners walked out of the room, both thinking the same thing.
"Well, he was suspicious." Sara said. Warrick nodded as his cell rang.
"Brown."
"Warrick, hey, it's Greg. I got the results back on that hair you guys dropped off. I tried Sara's number already; I think the battery on her phone is out." He said, a Social Burn song blaring in the background.
"And?"
"And guess who? It's John Perkins, who I believe you two are meeting with, if Grissom wasn't BS-ing me. And you know what's even more interesting? He has a criminal record. 2 counts of aggravated assault. It's amazing he's got a job."
"Thanks Greg. We'll be at the lab in 15 minutes." Warrick said before hanging up. He relayed the new information to Sara, whose mouth dropped.
"I knew he was acting really shady!" Sara exclaimed as they walked back to Warrick's Tahoe.
"Tell me about it. All we need is a little more evidence to convict this guy. He's got a motive, and there is proof he was at the scene."
"Let's go." Sara jumped into the car and they drove off toward the lab.
A/N- I don't really like this chapter all that much, but it was necessary for the story. Hope you like it more than me!