Nick entered the lab where Greg was working, music blaring. The lab tech
didn't hear Nick until he'd put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to
jump. "Nick, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that." Greg said
gasping.
"Well, Greg," Nick began as he reached over and turned the music down, " if you didn't have the volume up so high, you might hear a thing or two." Nick smiled. "Grissom says you have something for me to look at."
"Yeah, I assume that he told you about our mystery fiber. It doesn't match the upholstery from the bus, so I'm thinking that maybe our killer transferred it to the vic unknowingly. Also, mystery hair. Looks feline. Only one hair, so I'm thinking that your vic didn't have a cat, that maybe the killer put it there unknowingly as well." Greg surmised.
Nick, standing with his arms crossed over his chest, smiled, "Quite a stretch there, Greg, but stranger things have happened. I'm going to get some more samples for you to compare those to, so you'd better cancel all your hot dates." Nick smirked in jest.
Greg replied, "Oh, Catherine and Sara will be so disappointed, but since their both working on the case too, I suppose the evening's not a total loss."
Nick just rolled his eyes at Greg and went back to find Catherine. He found her in the break room. She had just finished her coffee and was washing out her cup in the sink. "Hey, Cath, ready to head to the vic's house to get some fiber samples."
"Sure. Hey, Nicky, did you oversleep?" Catherine asked innocently.
"Yeah." Nick replied distracted by thoughts of where he had been sleeping, a faint blush crept into his cheeks. "You want to drive or do you want me to?" he asked trying to focus on the task at hand.
"I'll drive. You still look a little tired." Catherine replied as she thought about how she was going to make him squirm until he told her what was going on between him and Sara.
"Thanks. Yeah, I guess I slept a little funny, my neck's sore." Nick answered rolling his neck from side to side trying to loosen it up a bit.
"Ok, let's go, Nicky." Catherine said outwardly as she lead the way to her Tahoe. Inwardly though she chuckled to herself about just how Nick's neck might have gotten sore. The two CSIs drove to the vic's house. Nick filled her in on what Greg had found on the way. Catherine led the way to the door and rang the door bell.
"Catherine." Rhonda Stone answered the bell still looking every part the grief stricken widow.
"Mrs. Stone, we have some new evidence in your husband's case and we were wondering if it would be ok if we took some fiber samples from your carpet and from both of your vehicles. We found some stray fibers on your husband's clothing and we want to make sure it didn't originate in your home." Catherine explained.
"I'm not sure I understand," Rhonda Stone replied.
Nick introduced himself to Rhonda Stone, "Mrs. Stone, I'm Nick Stokes, I work with Catherine at the Crime Lab. I'm sorry for your loss." Always the soft hearted member of the CSI team, Nick's words were sincere. "If we find that the fibers didn't come from your home, there is a possibility that the killer may have unknowingly transferred it to your husband."
"Mr. Stokes, Catherine, please come in." Rhonda Stone answered.
"Just call me Nick, ma'am." Nick replied.
Rhonda Stone managed a weak smile at Nick.
Catherine and Nick gathered a variety of fiber samples from the carpets in each room of the house. They also took samples from the upholstery on the couch and chairs. After they finished gathering samples from the house, Rhonda Stone led them to the garage where they took samples from the seats and carpet of each vehicle. As they gathered the samples and prepared to leave, Nick asked, "Mrs. Stone, do you have any pets?"
Rhonda Stone looked at bit perplexed but answered, "No, Mike and our youngest Ryan are allergic. Robby always wanted a cat, but we just couldn't. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, ma'am, just an animal lover," Nick flashed her a big Texas grin.
Rhonda Stone showed Catherine and Nick out and they made their way to the Tahoe. Catherine spoke first, "Nice work there, Nicky."
"Just want to rule out the cat hair with out being too obvious." Nick winked.
Catherine raised an eyebrow in return as she started the ignition of the Tahoe. Nick just laughed. As they pulled out of the driveway and headed toward Mr. Stone's former place of employment Catherine decided to begin her inquisition. "So, Nick, what did you do after shift yesterday?"
"Oh, not much, ate some breakfast, watched part of the New Detective's marathon on the Discovery Channel, and fell asleep." Nick replied making conversation. "What about you?"
"Had breakfast with my baby, and went to sleep after she went to my sister's" Catherine couldn't help but smile when she talked about her daughter. "So, anything exciting on the New Detectives?"
"Nothing I haven't read about already in forensic journals." Nick replied.
"You watch the Discovery Channel a lot, Nick." Catherine stated.
"I guess I do, but contrary to popular belief, Catherine, I do read books." Nick flashed her a lopsided grin.
"It's that whole rocks for jocks thing. Just because you're a nice looking guy, people assume you can't be smart. You're one hell of a CSI Nick, so I know you read books. I get the same thing with a spin." Catherine replied smiling back.
"Beautiful woman, how the hell can she be that smart? Something like that?" Nick finished for her.
"Yeah." Catherine finished.
They rode along in silence for a while. Nearing the office building where Michael Stone had work up until his untimely death, Catherine turned to Nick again and asked, "Nick, did you see that technology special on Discovery. The one about cell phones?"
Nick thought for a moment and then answered, "I don't believe so, what was it about exactly?"
"Oh, I just thought it was interesting. They actually profiled the ones we use at CSI. Very interesting information." Catherine began.
"Really, like what?" Nick questioned.
"Well, for starters, it's one of the most powerful models available, but then that's why the department uses them in the first place. But what not a lot of people are aware of is that it blocks out a ton of background noise, but only to about 2 feet. So anything within that 2 foot radius of the phone gets picked up and transmitted crystal clear to whomever you might be talking to. Don't you think that's interesting, Nick?" Catherine looked over to see Nick begin to squirm a bit in his seat.
"Uh, yeah." Nick was feeling nervous. It could be coincidental, but Catherine did call Sara this morning when they were very much in each other's personal space. He wondered if she had heard him in the background of her call with Sara. Spying the office building they were looking for, Nick decided to change the subject. "Catherine, I think this is the place up here on the right."
Catherine pulled up to the curb and parked, satisfied that Nick knew she knew something. The two CSIs made their way to the office and were met by the manager of the firm Michael Stone worked for and who had kindly agreed to meet them there on a Saturday evening. There wasn't much to the visit. They took a couple of carpet fiber samples and a couple of samples from the vic's chair. They were in and out in under 30 minutes and back on their way to CSI headquarters.
"Well, Greg," Nick began as he reached over and turned the music down, " if you didn't have the volume up so high, you might hear a thing or two." Nick smiled. "Grissom says you have something for me to look at."
"Yeah, I assume that he told you about our mystery fiber. It doesn't match the upholstery from the bus, so I'm thinking that maybe our killer transferred it to the vic unknowingly. Also, mystery hair. Looks feline. Only one hair, so I'm thinking that your vic didn't have a cat, that maybe the killer put it there unknowingly as well." Greg surmised.
Nick, standing with his arms crossed over his chest, smiled, "Quite a stretch there, Greg, but stranger things have happened. I'm going to get some more samples for you to compare those to, so you'd better cancel all your hot dates." Nick smirked in jest.
Greg replied, "Oh, Catherine and Sara will be so disappointed, but since their both working on the case too, I suppose the evening's not a total loss."
Nick just rolled his eyes at Greg and went back to find Catherine. He found her in the break room. She had just finished her coffee and was washing out her cup in the sink. "Hey, Cath, ready to head to the vic's house to get some fiber samples."
"Sure. Hey, Nicky, did you oversleep?" Catherine asked innocently.
"Yeah." Nick replied distracted by thoughts of where he had been sleeping, a faint blush crept into his cheeks. "You want to drive or do you want me to?" he asked trying to focus on the task at hand.
"I'll drive. You still look a little tired." Catherine replied as she thought about how she was going to make him squirm until he told her what was going on between him and Sara.
"Thanks. Yeah, I guess I slept a little funny, my neck's sore." Nick answered rolling his neck from side to side trying to loosen it up a bit.
"Ok, let's go, Nicky." Catherine said outwardly as she lead the way to her Tahoe. Inwardly though she chuckled to herself about just how Nick's neck might have gotten sore. The two CSIs drove to the vic's house. Nick filled her in on what Greg had found on the way. Catherine led the way to the door and rang the door bell.
"Catherine." Rhonda Stone answered the bell still looking every part the grief stricken widow.
"Mrs. Stone, we have some new evidence in your husband's case and we were wondering if it would be ok if we took some fiber samples from your carpet and from both of your vehicles. We found some stray fibers on your husband's clothing and we want to make sure it didn't originate in your home." Catherine explained.
"I'm not sure I understand," Rhonda Stone replied.
Nick introduced himself to Rhonda Stone, "Mrs. Stone, I'm Nick Stokes, I work with Catherine at the Crime Lab. I'm sorry for your loss." Always the soft hearted member of the CSI team, Nick's words were sincere. "If we find that the fibers didn't come from your home, there is a possibility that the killer may have unknowingly transferred it to your husband."
"Mr. Stokes, Catherine, please come in." Rhonda Stone answered.
"Just call me Nick, ma'am." Nick replied.
Rhonda Stone managed a weak smile at Nick.
Catherine and Nick gathered a variety of fiber samples from the carpets in each room of the house. They also took samples from the upholstery on the couch and chairs. After they finished gathering samples from the house, Rhonda Stone led them to the garage where they took samples from the seats and carpet of each vehicle. As they gathered the samples and prepared to leave, Nick asked, "Mrs. Stone, do you have any pets?"
Rhonda Stone looked at bit perplexed but answered, "No, Mike and our youngest Ryan are allergic. Robby always wanted a cat, but we just couldn't. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, ma'am, just an animal lover," Nick flashed her a big Texas grin.
Rhonda Stone showed Catherine and Nick out and they made their way to the Tahoe. Catherine spoke first, "Nice work there, Nicky."
"Just want to rule out the cat hair with out being too obvious." Nick winked.
Catherine raised an eyebrow in return as she started the ignition of the Tahoe. Nick just laughed. As they pulled out of the driveway and headed toward Mr. Stone's former place of employment Catherine decided to begin her inquisition. "So, Nick, what did you do after shift yesterday?"
"Oh, not much, ate some breakfast, watched part of the New Detective's marathon on the Discovery Channel, and fell asleep." Nick replied making conversation. "What about you?"
"Had breakfast with my baby, and went to sleep after she went to my sister's" Catherine couldn't help but smile when she talked about her daughter. "So, anything exciting on the New Detectives?"
"Nothing I haven't read about already in forensic journals." Nick replied.
"You watch the Discovery Channel a lot, Nick." Catherine stated.
"I guess I do, but contrary to popular belief, Catherine, I do read books." Nick flashed her a lopsided grin.
"It's that whole rocks for jocks thing. Just because you're a nice looking guy, people assume you can't be smart. You're one hell of a CSI Nick, so I know you read books. I get the same thing with a spin." Catherine replied smiling back.
"Beautiful woman, how the hell can she be that smart? Something like that?" Nick finished for her.
"Yeah." Catherine finished.
They rode along in silence for a while. Nearing the office building where Michael Stone had work up until his untimely death, Catherine turned to Nick again and asked, "Nick, did you see that technology special on Discovery. The one about cell phones?"
Nick thought for a moment and then answered, "I don't believe so, what was it about exactly?"
"Oh, I just thought it was interesting. They actually profiled the ones we use at CSI. Very interesting information." Catherine began.
"Really, like what?" Nick questioned.
"Well, for starters, it's one of the most powerful models available, but then that's why the department uses them in the first place. But what not a lot of people are aware of is that it blocks out a ton of background noise, but only to about 2 feet. So anything within that 2 foot radius of the phone gets picked up and transmitted crystal clear to whomever you might be talking to. Don't you think that's interesting, Nick?" Catherine looked over to see Nick begin to squirm a bit in his seat.
"Uh, yeah." Nick was feeling nervous. It could be coincidental, but Catherine did call Sara this morning when they were very much in each other's personal space. He wondered if she had heard him in the background of her call with Sara. Spying the office building they were looking for, Nick decided to change the subject. "Catherine, I think this is the place up here on the right."
Catherine pulled up to the curb and parked, satisfied that Nick knew she knew something. The two CSIs made their way to the office and were met by the manager of the firm Michael Stone worked for and who had kindly agreed to meet them there on a Saturday evening. There wasn't much to the visit. They took a couple of carpet fiber samples and a couple of samples from the vic's chair. They were in and out in under 30 minutes and back on their way to CSI headquarters.