A/N: I feel so special.....the reviews are making me smile. There is more
Nick/Sara in this one, for all you N/S shippers. Sorry, not too much Greg,
that comes later! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: 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 and so are my parents, it won't get you anything. All the bands, lyrics, and songs belong to their owners. Coke belongs to the Coca-Cola Company.
"Jo, I kind of need to go back into work today. Gil just called, and they said they needed my help." Nick said, his god daughter sitting at his desk studying hard.
"Uh, ok. I'll just be studying, I guess. I," she gulped nervously, "have my first final tomorrow." She turned her head back to her book.
"Really? On what?" He asked. She held up her Graphic Arts notebook. His eyes widened. She had the class with Mr. Perkins tomorrow. The main suspect in her parents' murder. "What time does it start?"
"I have to be there at 9:00." He nodded, and said goodbye. Nick walked out and closed the door, leaving Jo to lock it. She jumped up and turned the key.
Following her NORMAL study ritual, which she wasn't able to do when Nick was around, she changed into one of Nick's button down shirt and a pair of jeans. Raiding the freezer again, she took out his ice cream and took a swig of Coke, which Nick had bought just for her. He didn't like cola all that much. Finally, she put in her AFI CD and cranked it up. [Finally, ready to study.]
Nick's neighbors were puzzled at the sound of this loud music, coupled with Jo's singing, "What follows me as the whitest lace of light, Will swallow whole, just begs to be imbrued. What follows has led me to this place where I belong, with all erased."
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````` Back at C.S.I. headquarters, Gil called Nick and Sara into his office. "I want you two to go to Perkins' house and get shoe imprints. If they match the ones found in blood at the scene, he's our guy. And if they match the ones at your house, Nick, then he may be the perp for that crime, too."
"Do we have a warrant?" Sara asked, taking the paper with his address on it.
"Yep, got it last night. Best get going." He handed the slip of paper to Nick, who began to read it over. Sara turned and Nick followed her out.
"You're being awful quiet," Sara said as they drove to Perkins' house.
"Just thinking. What if we find that he did this, and we have to arrest him this morning? Jo has her exam with him at 9 AM. She trusts this guy more than anyone else. It'll break her heart."
Sara didn't have an answer for a while. "Well," she started slowly, "I'm sure it will bring closure for her. I mean, at least she'll know who did it." She sighed. "And Nick, she trusts YOU more than anyone else, not this guy."
"She didn't trust me enough to tell me about how her parents treated her."
"No, Nick, you're wrong. She loves you too much to do that. I read her statement. She said the reason she didn't tell you was because you were such good friends with her parents. She didn't want to hurt you." Sara couldn't believe she was telling him this. Technically, she wasn't even supposed to.
Nick couldn't believe what he heard. But soon he felt a smile creep onto his lips.
Sara pulled into the driveway of the suspect's house. The man actually came to greet them. "Nice digs." Nick commented as they jumped out of the car, grabbing their stuff.
"Why hello, Ms. Sidle. And, is this who I think it is? Mr. Stokes?" He extended his hand. Nick was shocked at hearing his name from this guy.
"Uh, yes. How do you know my name, Mr. Perkins?"
"Jo's told me all about you. I guess we both have her in common, huh?" he answered, slapping Nick's arm playfully. Sara scoffed.
"Mr. Perkins, we need imprints for all your shoes. Please," Sara said, getting back on topic. She could see Nick fuming. [Her in common my ass,] they both thought.
"We have a warrant." Nick held it up, shooting subtle glares at the professor.
"Um, sure." He led them into the house. They quickly took prints of all his shoes and left.
"Her in common my ass!" Nick shouted as soon as they got going again.
"Nick, calm down." Sara said, trying to subdue his anger.
"How could he possibly - I mean, how could he be - ARG!" Sara rolled her eyes and they drove back in silence the rest of the way. They pulled into the lot and Nick stormed into the building. He was determined to prove this guy the killer.
"Hey Nick, how's it -" Greg was cut off as Nick brushed past him. "Sara, what the hell happened to Nick?" He asked, concerned about his friend.
She sighed. "I'll tell you later, ok Greg?" She didn't let him answer seeing that she rushed off to find her co-worker.
"Nick, Stop it!" She cried when she found him in the lab. "Look, you are way too mad at this guy. What if you mess this up?" She crossed the room and started rubbing his back. He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
"I just can't believe he could think he's so close to Jo. I mean, I've known her since she was 3 months old. I was at her christening. I'm her godfather, for god's sake!" He sighed a heavy sigh. "But you're right. I can't do this...what if I make it so this guy's print fits? You do it, Sara. I trust you." He pushed over the prints they had collected.
[He trusts me? Of course he trust you, Sidle. What are you thinking?] "Thank you Nick. Why don't you go talk to Grissom, ask him if he's got anything for you." The C.S.I. 3 walked out and went to find Greg. He had to apologize. Meanwhile, Sara began her comparison. She started first on the ones that it couldn't be, the dress shoes. Then she began the painstaking task of comparing the tennis shoes.
It was already 12:00 when she started, so this took most of the night. He had about 6 pairs of sneakers. She cracked her neck, saw that her watch read 8:00 and started on the next shoe. [Damn, 8:00 already? I've got to finish this, though. For Nick.] As she compared, her eyes began to grow large. She kept going and jumped up. "YES!" She ran out of the room, nearly bowling over Catherine as she gathered her stuff in the locker room.
"Where is Nick? I have to find him!"
"Holy crap, Sara, calm down. What happened, and why do you feel the need to kill me?" She inquired, holding Sara's shoulders still. (A/N: Say that 5 times fast!)
"I got a match. Perkins did it!" Catherine's eyes lit up.
"Let's find the boys, then!" Cath threw her stuff down and they both ran too find their partners.
The girls found their cohorts all in Gil's office, apparently having some sports related conversation.
"Sorry to break up the party, boys, but we have a match!" Sara burst through the door and held up the matching shoe print.
"You got it? I love you Sara!" Nick shouted and hugged her tight. Warrick was amazed at this display, but said, "Let's go bag us a murderer, then!" Gil dialed Brass's number.
"I think I'll sit this one out, you guys. I'll have Brass meet you all there."
When they reached the school, they found the police team pulling up at the same time. "Let's get this guy." Brass said, following Warrick and Sara to the classroom. Nick looked at his watch and felt his heart skip a few beats. It was 9:45. Jo would be in the class, taking her final.
The team stopped in front of the room and Brass stepped in, followed by the officers and the C.S.I.s. The entire room looked up. Jo gave a questioning look to Nick, who turned and looked directly at her professor. Her mouth dropped.
"What is this about, officer? I am giving an exam, here."
"John Perkins, you are under arrest for the murder of Marie and James Morris." Perkins was non-reactive. He just gave a blank look as the policemen cuffed him and led him out. The team of C.S.I.s looked up to Jo, trying to read her reaction. Now all eyes were on her, including the students. She put her hands over her face and ran into Nick's arms. He held her tight, and wouldn't let go. Slowly they walked out of the room as the dean of the school came to give instructions to the shocked class.
Outside the classroom, Jo faced the team. "Thank you. Thank you for everything." They nodded.
"That's our job." Warrick said.
"Jo, how about you come home now, at least until your next exam time is." Nick offered and she walked towards his car.
"Nick, I need to talk to you." She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Catherine and Warrick put their arms around Jo and began comforting her.
"What's up Sara, my savior?" HE asked, smiling at her. She was kind of puzzled as to why he had been so affectionate, not that she minded. [Wait, no you aren't. You solved the case to who killed some of his best friends. Of course he's being so warm.]
"The print...it didn't match the one found out your house. I wasn't sure when to tell you. I was comparing both of them. None matched. I'm sorry."
He sighed, but then shrugged. "We'll find whoever hurt her. I'll make sure of it."
Sara smiled and walked out to her Tahoe. [We will find them. I know it.]
Disclaimer: 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 and so are my parents, it won't get you anything. All the bands, lyrics, and songs belong to their owners. Coke belongs to the Coca-Cola Company.
"Jo, I kind of need to go back into work today. Gil just called, and they said they needed my help." Nick said, his god daughter sitting at his desk studying hard.
"Uh, ok. I'll just be studying, I guess. I," she gulped nervously, "have my first final tomorrow." She turned her head back to her book.
"Really? On what?" He asked. She held up her Graphic Arts notebook. His eyes widened. She had the class with Mr. Perkins tomorrow. The main suspect in her parents' murder. "What time does it start?"
"I have to be there at 9:00." He nodded, and said goodbye. Nick walked out and closed the door, leaving Jo to lock it. She jumped up and turned the key.
Following her NORMAL study ritual, which she wasn't able to do when Nick was around, she changed into one of Nick's button down shirt and a pair of jeans. Raiding the freezer again, she took out his ice cream and took a swig of Coke, which Nick had bought just for her. He didn't like cola all that much. Finally, she put in her AFI CD and cranked it up. [Finally, ready to study.]
Nick's neighbors were puzzled at the sound of this loud music, coupled with Jo's singing, "What follows me as the whitest lace of light, Will swallow whole, just begs to be imbrued. What follows has led me to this place where I belong, with all erased."
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````` Back at C.S.I. headquarters, Gil called Nick and Sara into his office. "I want you two to go to Perkins' house and get shoe imprints. If they match the ones found in blood at the scene, he's our guy. And if they match the ones at your house, Nick, then he may be the perp for that crime, too."
"Do we have a warrant?" Sara asked, taking the paper with his address on it.
"Yep, got it last night. Best get going." He handed the slip of paper to Nick, who began to read it over. Sara turned and Nick followed her out.
"You're being awful quiet," Sara said as they drove to Perkins' house.
"Just thinking. What if we find that he did this, and we have to arrest him this morning? Jo has her exam with him at 9 AM. She trusts this guy more than anyone else. It'll break her heart."
Sara didn't have an answer for a while. "Well," she started slowly, "I'm sure it will bring closure for her. I mean, at least she'll know who did it." She sighed. "And Nick, she trusts YOU more than anyone else, not this guy."
"She didn't trust me enough to tell me about how her parents treated her."
"No, Nick, you're wrong. She loves you too much to do that. I read her statement. She said the reason she didn't tell you was because you were such good friends with her parents. She didn't want to hurt you." Sara couldn't believe she was telling him this. Technically, she wasn't even supposed to.
Nick couldn't believe what he heard. But soon he felt a smile creep onto his lips.
Sara pulled into the driveway of the suspect's house. The man actually came to greet them. "Nice digs." Nick commented as they jumped out of the car, grabbing their stuff.
"Why hello, Ms. Sidle. And, is this who I think it is? Mr. Stokes?" He extended his hand. Nick was shocked at hearing his name from this guy.
"Uh, yes. How do you know my name, Mr. Perkins?"
"Jo's told me all about you. I guess we both have her in common, huh?" he answered, slapping Nick's arm playfully. Sara scoffed.
"Mr. Perkins, we need imprints for all your shoes. Please," Sara said, getting back on topic. She could see Nick fuming. [Her in common my ass,] they both thought.
"We have a warrant." Nick held it up, shooting subtle glares at the professor.
"Um, sure." He led them into the house. They quickly took prints of all his shoes and left.
"Her in common my ass!" Nick shouted as soon as they got going again.
"Nick, calm down." Sara said, trying to subdue his anger.
"How could he possibly - I mean, how could he be - ARG!" Sara rolled her eyes and they drove back in silence the rest of the way. They pulled into the lot and Nick stormed into the building. He was determined to prove this guy the killer.
"Hey Nick, how's it -" Greg was cut off as Nick brushed past him. "Sara, what the hell happened to Nick?" He asked, concerned about his friend.
She sighed. "I'll tell you later, ok Greg?" She didn't let him answer seeing that she rushed off to find her co-worker.
"Nick, Stop it!" She cried when she found him in the lab. "Look, you are way too mad at this guy. What if you mess this up?" She crossed the room and started rubbing his back. He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
"I just can't believe he could think he's so close to Jo. I mean, I've known her since she was 3 months old. I was at her christening. I'm her godfather, for god's sake!" He sighed a heavy sigh. "But you're right. I can't do this...what if I make it so this guy's print fits? You do it, Sara. I trust you." He pushed over the prints they had collected.
[He trusts me? Of course he trust you, Sidle. What are you thinking?] "Thank you Nick. Why don't you go talk to Grissom, ask him if he's got anything for you." The C.S.I. 3 walked out and went to find Greg. He had to apologize. Meanwhile, Sara began her comparison. She started first on the ones that it couldn't be, the dress shoes. Then she began the painstaking task of comparing the tennis shoes.
It was already 12:00 when she started, so this took most of the night. He had about 6 pairs of sneakers. She cracked her neck, saw that her watch read 8:00 and started on the next shoe. [Damn, 8:00 already? I've got to finish this, though. For Nick.] As she compared, her eyes began to grow large. She kept going and jumped up. "YES!" She ran out of the room, nearly bowling over Catherine as she gathered her stuff in the locker room.
"Where is Nick? I have to find him!"
"Holy crap, Sara, calm down. What happened, and why do you feel the need to kill me?" She inquired, holding Sara's shoulders still. (A/N: Say that 5 times fast!)
"I got a match. Perkins did it!" Catherine's eyes lit up.
"Let's find the boys, then!" Cath threw her stuff down and they both ran too find their partners.
The girls found their cohorts all in Gil's office, apparently having some sports related conversation.
"Sorry to break up the party, boys, but we have a match!" Sara burst through the door and held up the matching shoe print.
"You got it? I love you Sara!" Nick shouted and hugged her tight. Warrick was amazed at this display, but said, "Let's go bag us a murderer, then!" Gil dialed Brass's number.
"I think I'll sit this one out, you guys. I'll have Brass meet you all there."
When they reached the school, they found the police team pulling up at the same time. "Let's get this guy." Brass said, following Warrick and Sara to the classroom. Nick looked at his watch and felt his heart skip a few beats. It was 9:45. Jo would be in the class, taking her final.
The team stopped in front of the room and Brass stepped in, followed by the officers and the C.S.I.s. The entire room looked up. Jo gave a questioning look to Nick, who turned and looked directly at her professor. Her mouth dropped.
"What is this about, officer? I am giving an exam, here."
"John Perkins, you are under arrest for the murder of Marie and James Morris." Perkins was non-reactive. He just gave a blank look as the policemen cuffed him and led him out. The team of C.S.I.s looked up to Jo, trying to read her reaction. Now all eyes were on her, including the students. She put her hands over her face and ran into Nick's arms. He held her tight, and wouldn't let go. Slowly they walked out of the room as the dean of the school came to give instructions to the shocked class.
Outside the classroom, Jo faced the team. "Thank you. Thank you for everything." They nodded.
"That's our job." Warrick said.
"Jo, how about you come home now, at least until your next exam time is." Nick offered and she walked towards his car.
"Nick, I need to talk to you." She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Catherine and Warrick put their arms around Jo and began comforting her.
"What's up Sara, my savior?" HE asked, smiling at her. She was kind of puzzled as to why he had been so affectionate, not that she minded. [Wait, no you aren't. You solved the case to who killed some of his best friends. Of course he's being so warm.]
"The print...it didn't match the one found out your house. I wasn't sure when to tell you. I was comparing both of them. None matched. I'm sorry."
He sighed, but then shrugged. "We'll find whoever hurt her. I'll make sure of it."
Sara smiled and walked out to her Tahoe. [We will find them. I know it.]