AN: hi everyone! I'm so close to being done! it's so exciting!!! this is
the first fic I'm actually going to finish! yay for me! okay, enough of
that. right, so, the thing is I don't know if I'm going to have a lot of
time to write, so I figure I'll just post short parts quicker and torture
you more. or something. basically, I have two more scenes after this one. I
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Chapter Nineteen: All of It
"The killer is smart. Many of the things we found appear to have been planted to divert our attention. Put that evidence over here," Grissom said, pointing at the end of the table. The CSIs had gathered yet again to dissect and discuss all the evidence they had discovered.
"The flannel shirt was planted in the office to link Isabelle to the piece found at the apartment. The blonde hair, which is Isabelle's, was also to implicate her. The gloves found at Catherine's had Greg's fingerprints on them."
"That's what I don't understand," Sara said. "Why go to the trouble of getting the gloves when that was the only piece of evidence against Greg? The killer didn't do a good job of framing him."
"I don't think that was the point." Catherine paused, thinking. "He was trying to prove he could get close to us without our knowledge. He sent us packages, planted Greg's used gloves, and got a copy of my house key. He was trying to prove that he's smarter than us."
"How did he get your key, Cath?" Warrick asked.
"I've been thinking about that. Remember the day I couldn't find my keys? The killer obviously can get into this office without arousing suspicion, so he just came in and stole my keys, made a copy, and left them on the floor where Elisabeth - Isabelle - found them."
"I can't believe he could get in here that easily. This place is crawling with cops twenty-four/seven."
"The security cameras were down, so everyone was probably trying to get them back up..."
"What other evidence do we have that may be linked to the actual killer?" Grissom asked.
"Basically all we have is a black hair and a pink thread," Nick offered. "The corkscrews at Isabelle's apartment are the same kind that is used in the hotel, that was sent to Sara and Catherine, and that you found under the floorboards, Griss. And that was under that Bonsai tree."
"What about the stuff you found yesterday?"
"The papers we found just show that these murders are all connected and they were premeditated. There was definitely planning involved in all the murders, except, possibly for the last one. We found no information on Ester Benson, and her birthday is different than the others'."
"We'll get to that later," Grissom decided. "Did you get anything on the partial print you found?"
"Greg said he'd page me right away."
"What about the dumpsters?"
"Well, we found the jar of old eyeballs. Nothing of interest - no prints, no weird substances...unless you count the spaghetti sauce that got on the lid from the garbage. The eyeballs from the vic were thrown into the dumpster, so the killer probably was interrupted. Nothing on them either, just the vic's blood."
"Hey guys," Greg called from the doorway. "Thought I'd pop by and deliver the news myself. The tests came back on the towels Catherine and Warrick found under the floor. The blood was Jillian Rivers'. The partial print you found was a match with Travis Conner, the security guard."
"Thanks, Greg," Catherine said.
"Anytime," Greg said with a smile and disappeared towards the lab.
Chapter Nineteen: All of It
"The killer is smart. Many of the things we found appear to have been planted to divert our attention. Put that evidence over here," Grissom said, pointing at the end of the table. The CSIs had gathered yet again to dissect and discuss all the evidence they had discovered.
"The flannel shirt was planted in the office to link Isabelle to the piece found at the apartment. The blonde hair, which is Isabelle's, was also to implicate her. The gloves found at Catherine's had Greg's fingerprints on them."
"That's what I don't understand," Sara said. "Why go to the trouble of getting the gloves when that was the only piece of evidence against Greg? The killer didn't do a good job of framing him."
"I don't think that was the point." Catherine paused, thinking. "He was trying to prove he could get close to us without our knowledge. He sent us packages, planted Greg's used gloves, and got a copy of my house key. He was trying to prove that he's smarter than us."
"How did he get your key, Cath?" Warrick asked.
"I've been thinking about that. Remember the day I couldn't find my keys? The killer obviously can get into this office without arousing suspicion, so he just came in and stole my keys, made a copy, and left them on the floor where Elisabeth - Isabelle - found them."
"I can't believe he could get in here that easily. This place is crawling with cops twenty-four/seven."
"The security cameras were down, so everyone was probably trying to get them back up..."
"What other evidence do we have that may be linked to the actual killer?" Grissom asked.
"Basically all we have is a black hair and a pink thread," Nick offered. "The corkscrews at Isabelle's apartment are the same kind that is used in the hotel, that was sent to Sara and Catherine, and that you found under the floorboards, Griss. And that was under that Bonsai tree."
"What about the stuff you found yesterday?"
"The papers we found just show that these murders are all connected and they were premeditated. There was definitely planning involved in all the murders, except, possibly for the last one. We found no information on Ester Benson, and her birthday is different than the others'."
"We'll get to that later," Grissom decided. "Did you get anything on the partial print you found?"
"Greg said he'd page me right away."
"What about the dumpsters?"
"Well, we found the jar of old eyeballs. Nothing of interest - no prints, no weird substances...unless you count the spaghetti sauce that got on the lid from the garbage. The eyeballs from the vic were thrown into the dumpster, so the killer probably was interrupted. Nothing on them either, just the vic's blood."
"Hey guys," Greg called from the doorway. "Thought I'd pop by and deliver the news myself. The tests came back on the towels Catherine and Warrick found under the floor. The blood was Jillian Rivers'. The partial print you found was a match with Travis Conner, the security guard."
"Thanks, Greg," Catherine said.
"Anytime," Greg said with a smile and disappeared towards the lab.