Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters; they are the property of the creators and producers of CSI. The only thing I own are Mark and Davis Wallis, Traci (last name undisclosed) and a broken down CD-player...please don't sue me!
The place was in chaos, unusual for that time of day. The graveyard shift was mostly dead - on a normal day, dead like those they investigated. The phones were ringing and people passed through-folders, cell phones, pagers in hand. They had just received orders from Grissom; 'find everything about Mark Wallis.'
Warrick sat, dazed by the glow of the computer screen, he had been reading pages upon pages on Mark Wallis' past - or what they had on file anyway.
Catherine called newspaper publishers, even the Hawaii press archives. She scanned through faxed news clippings on the accident that killed Mark's brother, David.
'Unusual,' she sighed, getting up from her seat to find Warrick.
Greg was in the lab, he hadn't slept for days, but nobody knew. His mind was solely focused on Sara; and the many questions that floated in his mind. He couldn't quite decide whether he was worried about not hearing from Sara, but was relieved to know that they were tracking down a lead. His last several days were spent trying to find something on the bloody they had received, trying to find an alternate way of seeing what the evidence said. He was definitely on the edge.
At 5:00 in the afternoon, all sat around the layout room, all with worried faces, caffeine filled bodies and hopes that they had enough background info on Mark Wallis. The chaos in the office had died down temporarily, knowing that an important call was imminent. The clock ticked, each tick pounded into their heads, waiting in silence for Grissom's call; staring at the phone system that had been set up in the middle of the table. Their palms were sweaty, their throats dry, and their eyes focused. The phone rang, making Catherine and Greg jump, Warrick sat up.
"Willows," Catherine answered, pressing the red button on the phone to activate the speakerphone. Grissom's voice came through and filled the room.
"What do you have for me?" He questioned, the slightest tone of desperation in his voice. Warrick responded first.
"Mark Wallis, graduated from Tamales Bay High in 1989. He attended Tufts University the following year, with a major in Communications and Media Studies. He stayed in Massachusetts for about 4 years before returning to the San Francisco Bay area. He currently works for KBPL Bay Radio as a Radio Promoter. He also owns come down to Vegas once in a while, he leases the company pad here in Vegas almost once a month."
He stared at the phone in front of him, knowing that on the other line were Grissom, with Nick listening in.
"No priors or tickets. This guy lives in the shadows, Boy Scout. The poster child for how parents should raise their children," Warrick concluded. Disappointment was in his voice, knowing that he pretty much didn't find anything that would help the case.
"Warrick, that was brilliant," Grissom praised. Warrick snapped his head forward, 'what did I do?' He thought, then looked over the notes he had presented.
"Oh my god," he gasped.
"He's been following Sara," he finally said, looking around at Catherine and Greg. He rubbed his temples, 'this guy is sick' he concluded in his mind.
"Then if he was following Sara, that would go hand-in-hand with what you found in the camera, those long-lens shots of Sara's house," Greg included, sounding interested by the development. But his face bore the expression of absolute disgust.
Catherine sat in her seat, the upholstery was more annoying today, that it was every other day, she struggled to get comfortable. She slowly took in information, as well as preparing her own comments. Her thoughts went towards the pictures she and Warrick uncovered.
The photos were of Sara's house, nothing unusual at first, but when they discovered that they were taken behind a bush, across the street, they knew something was off. There were long-lens photos of Sara in the house, in her car and even walking towards the lab, a crime scene and even just out to a bar with Catherine, and later Nick.
'That sick duck,' Catherine thought to herself.
"Catherine, did you find anything in the car?" Grissom questioned, bringing Catherine back to the room.
"I didn't really find anything in the car. No sign of struggle, nothing out of the ordinary, except for that camera. I'll check over it again a little later." Catherine responded, gathering all her notes in front of her.
"But," she continued.
"After reading up on the accidental death papers filed after David Wallis' death, I did come up with something. The brothers took the surfing trip to Hawaii before Mark went off to college. They joined the locals in the morning and surfed the North Shore, at that time, the waves were considered to be for experiences surfers only. His cause of death was a good bashing on his head. Nothing unusual, but, after looking over the pictures from the coroner's, the wounds on his head aren't consistent with wounds that usually result in a wipeout. It was ruled as an accidental death because he was found on the shore later in the day when the surfers got out of the water," she concluded.
You could hear the heavy sigh over the line, the room's tension was building. The lights flickered, all their hearts pounded as they waited anxiously for Grissom's orders.
"Murder," Grissom sighed.
"Warrick, call Brass, get a search warrant for the corporate pad that Mark has been renting," Grissom finally said. Warrick nodded in agreement and began gathering his notes.
"Catherine, I want you to find evidence supporting your theory," Grissom continued.
"Greg, try not to break anything in the lab," Greg looked up at the mention of his name, slightly hurt, but he didn't care.
"Did anybody find anything about a woman? How is she involved in this? And any links to Nick?" Grissom quizzed. He was puzzled by the events that were unfolding, 'if Mark was the kidnapper, then how did the woman play into this?'
Warrick was the first to answer.
"We don't know yet, but I have some people working on Sara's cell phone records."
The mention of Nick made Catherine remember the pain she had witnessed in Nick's life since Sara's disappearance, she spoke up. Her voice tried to sound stable, despite the events that have occurred. She bravely tried to mask the inner conflicts of her emotions.
"Tell Nick that everything is under control," she said, trying to sound reassuring.
"I will," Grissom answered. Turning his head towards Nick, who sat in the seat beside him, looking intently on the conversation that Grissom was having with the team. He could feel the emotion in Catherine's words, he was concerned for the team. The voices that he had listen to were dulled, drained of any upbeat emotion, only worry and anxiety. He quickly realized that he was still on the phone, and that there was still a lot to do.
"And before you head off, can somebody fax me Mark Wallis' address?" Grissom requested.
"Good job, just keep doing what you're doing, and the something or someone will speak to us," Grissom mentioned.
"I'll call you for a conference meeting in 5 hours," Grissom continued, proceeding to hang-up his phone, but stopped at the voice of the young lab tech on the other line.
"Oh, Grissom, can you tell Nick that this place isn't his personal call service. Tell him that Traci has been calling, constantly." Greg called out.
"I'll tell him. Bye," Grissom ended.
"Bye," the team called out.
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A/N - The reviews have been awesome. I know that there are a lot of unanswered questions in a lot of readers' minds right now, but at least you have questions. Questions lead to answers, and I will be answering the mysteries behind each element of the story. If you do read something, and go 'huh?' Then please, just review and tell me ask me. I know that sometimes I'm really not that articulate with my ideas, but I will try to clarify things with you, if needed. As for now, the questions that you have about the plot (i.e. the identity of the mystery woman) will shortly be revealed... I'm just building momentum. Well, read, review, bite my head off…but I can't wait to get some feedback.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you still like it. I'll try to update this as much as I can, but I can't promise to update daily... I do have school to worry about. Keep reading, and keep the feedback coming. - oceanwave :)
The place was in chaos, unusual for that time of day. The graveyard shift was mostly dead - on a normal day, dead like those they investigated. The phones were ringing and people passed through-folders, cell phones, pagers in hand. They had just received orders from Grissom; 'find everything about Mark Wallis.'
Warrick sat, dazed by the glow of the computer screen, he had been reading pages upon pages on Mark Wallis' past - or what they had on file anyway.
Catherine called newspaper publishers, even the Hawaii press archives. She scanned through faxed news clippings on the accident that killed Mark's brother, David.
'Unusual,' she sighed, getting up from her seat to find Warrick.
Greg was in the lab, he hadn't slept for days, but nobody knew. His mind was solely focused on Sara; and the many questions that floated in his mind. He couldn't quite decide whether he was worried about not hearing from Sara, but was relieved to know that they were tracking down a lead. His last several days were spent trying to find something on the bloody they had received, trying to find an alternate way of seeing what the evidence said. He was definitely on the edge.
At 5:00 in the afternoon, all sat around the layout room, all with worried faces, caffeine filled bodies and hopes that they had enough background info on Mark Wallis. The chaos in the office had died down temporarily, knowing that an important call was imminent. The clock ticked, each tick pounded into their heads, waiting in silence for Grissom's call; staring at the phone system that had been set up in the middle of the table. Their palms were sweaty, their throats dry, and their eyes focused. The phone rang, making Catherine and Greg jump, Warrick sat up.
"Willows," Catherine answered, pressing the red button on the phone to activate the speakerphone. Grissom's voice came through and filled the room.
"What do you have for me?" He questioned, the slightest tone of desperation in his voice. Warrick responded first.
"Mark Wallis, graduated from Tamales Bay High in 1989. He attended Tufts University the following year, with a major in Communications and Media Studies. He stayed in Massachusetts for about 4 years before returning to the San Francisco Bay area. He currently works for KBPL Bay Radio as a Radio Promoter. He also owns come down to Vegas once in a while, he leases the company pad here in Vegas almost once a month."
He stared at the phone in front of him, knowing that on the other line were Grissom, with Nick listening in.
"No priors or tickets. This guy lives in the shadows, Boy Scout. The poster child for how parents should raise their children," Warrick concluded. Disappointment was in his voice, knowing that he pretty much didn't find anything that would help the case.
"Warrick, that was brilliant," Grissom praised. Warrick snapped his head forward, 'what did I do?' He thought, then looked over the notes he had presented.
"Oh my god," he gasped.
"He's been following Sara," he finally said, looking around at Catherine and Greg. He rubbed his temples, 'this guy is sick' he concluded in his mind.
"Then if he was following Sara, that would go hand-in-hand with what you found in the camera, those long-lens shots of Sara's house," Greg included, sounding interested by the development. But his face bore the expression of absolute disgust.
Catherine sat in her seat, the upholstery was more annoying today, that it was every other day, she struggled to get comfortable. She slowly took in information, as well as preparing her own comments. Her thoughts went towards the pictures she and Warrick uncovered.
The photos were of Sara's house, nothing unusual at first, but when they discovered that they were taken behind a bush, across the street, they knew something was off. There were long-lens photos of Sara in the house, in her car and even walking towards the lab, a crime scene and even just out to a bar with Catherine, and later Nick.
'That sick duck,' Catherine thought to herself.
"Catherine, did you find anything in the car?" Grissom questioned, bringing Catherine back to the room.
"I didn't really find anything in the car. No sign of struggle, nothing out of the ordinary, except for that camera. I'll check over it again a little later." Catherine responded, gathering all her notes in front of her.
"But," she continued.
"After reading up on the accidental death papers filed after David Wallis' death, I did come up with something. The brothers took the surfing trip to Hawaii before Mark went off to college. They joined the locals in the morning and surfed the North Shore, at that time, the waves were considered to be for experiences surfers only. His cause of death was a good bashing on his head. Nothing unusual, but, after looking over the pictures from the coroner's, the wounds on his head aren't consistent with wounds that usually result in a wipeout. It was ruled as an accidental death because he was found on the shore later in the day when the surfers got out of the water," she concluded.
You could hear the heavy sigh over the line, the room's tension was building. The lights flickered, all their hearts pounded as they waited anxiously for Grissom's orders.
"Murder," Grissom sighed.
"Warrick, call Brass, get a search warrant for the corporate pad that Mark has been renting," Grissom finally said. Warrick nodded in agreement and began gathering his notes.
"Catherine, I want you to find evidence supporting your theory," Grissom continued.
"Greg, try not to break anything in the lab," Greg looked up at the mention of his name, slightly hurt, but he didn't care.
"Did anybody find anything about a woman? How is she involved in this? And any links to Nick?" Grissom quizzed. He was puzzled by the events that were unfolding, 'if Mark was the kidnapper, then how did the woman play into this?'
Warrick was the first to answer.
"We don't know yet, but I have some people working on Sara's cell phone records."
The mention of Nick made Catherine remember the pain she had witnessed in Nick's life since Sara's disappearance, she spoke up. Her voice tried to sound stable, despite the events that have occurred. She bravely tried to mask the inner conflicts of her emotions.
"Tell Nick that everything is under control," she said, trying to sound reassuring.
"I will," Grissom answered. Turning his head towards Nick, who sat in the seat beside him, looking intently on the conversation that Grissom was having with the team. He could feel the emotion in Catherine's words, he was concerned for the team. The voices that he had listen to were dulled, drained of any upbeat emotion, only worry and anxiety. He quickly realized that he was still on the phone, and that there was still a lot to do.
"And before you head off, can somebody fax me Mark Wallis' address?" Grissom requested.
"Good job, just keep doing what you're doing, and the something or someone will speak to us," Grissom mentioned.
"I'll call you for a conference meeting in 5 hours," Grissom continued, proceeding to hang-up his phone, but stopped at the voice of the young lab tech on the other line.
"Oh, Grissom, can you tell Nick that this place isn't his personal call service. Tell him that Traci has been calling, constantly." Greg called out.
"I'll tell him. Bye," Grissom ended.
"Bye," the team called out.
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A/N - The reviews have been awesome. I know that there are a lot of unanswered questions in a lot of readers' minds right now, but at least you have questions. Questions lead to answers, and I will be answering the mysteries behind each element of the story. If you do read something, and go 'huh?' Then please, just review and tell me ask me. I know that sometimes I'm really not that articulate with my ideas, but I will try to clarify things with you, if needed. As for now, the questions that you have about the plot (i.e. the identity of the mystery woman) will shortly be revealed... I'm just building momentum. Well, read, review, bite my head off…but I can't wait to get some feedback.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you still like it. I'll try to update this as much as I can, but I can't promise to update daily... I do have school to worry about. Keep reading, and keep the feedback coming. - oceanwave :)