Chapter 12
Forensic tape lined the perimeter of Sara's apartment and neighbours lined the streets. Brass had placed troopers along the tape to stop anyone from passing through and contaminating the fresh crime scene. The sun still shone high in the sky as Catherine and Warrick worked the scene with Nick's assistance.
^ Flashback ^ The sight before them was strange and terrifying all in one. Sara looked into Ash's room and screamed at the blood smeared all over the bed and carpet, then she felt something hit hard against her skull, then nothingness. Grissom and Nick charged into the apartment to find it empty, they searched everywhere, but couldn't find Sara or Ashleigh anywhere. The only things that remained were in plain sight; A photograph and a name written in ink in the corner. ^ Flashback ^
Warrick worked the outside collecting tyre prints, footprints, cigarette butts, and various other evidence pieces that surround the small apartment. Catherine was in the living room and Nick started on the bedroom. They were all working automatically trying to figure out what exactly happened and where were Sara and Ashleigh?
Grissom froze when he saw the photo and was told to go home, wait for news or to go back to the lab, but was not aloud to do anything rash. Brass posted himself to keep any eye on him and took him back to the lab.
The tension lifted slightly once Nick had done the human animal tests and confirmed that the blood was pig blood. Nick spoke to Catherine as the crime scene started to clear of police.
"Catherine, will Griss be alright? He looked petrified." Nick asked as he took photos of the room.
Catherine was collecting fingerprints and seemed to have found three different sets. "He went into shock Nick and I'm not sure if he'll be alright."
"You got something there?" Nick motioned with his camera to the prints she had lifted.
"Actually yes. Three sets. One will be Sara's, one will be Ashleigh's and the lasts are hopefully the perps. Lets hope he's dumb enough to leave more evidence. I'm going to check the front door again." Nick nodded and continued to take photographs.
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Brass tried to get his attention, but Grissom sat in his office chair staring at his spider tank, watching the repeated action of it trying to climb the tank wall.
^ Flashback ^ "YOU SON OF A BITCH" He screamed as he saw her blood soak her shirt and pants. He couldn't do a thing, he couldn't move, he could only curse him for hurting them, for hurting her. The remaining three all tried getting his attention, but when they lost one voice the effort seemed to die away. ^ Flashback ^
"Grissom!" Brass shouted and shook his shoulder managing to get him to focus.
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The room seemed dark, but that didn't matter much with the blindfold and gag. A distant sound could be made out, something like a radio or television set, but it was too far away to tell. The room smelt musty and cold. She shivered at the low temperature and tried to move, but the restraints prevented her. She realised she was sat in a chair and her arms and legs were tied with some kind of thick string. It felt too small to be rope, but strong enough to be string and kept her hands tied to the arms of the chair. The string dug into her skin as she struggled to loosen them and winced at the burning pain.
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"Good news, there's no human blood anywhere, bad news; I found this chloroform soaked cloth in the bushes across the road." Warrick reported as he entered the apartment.
Catherine turned to him and inspected the cloth and nodded. "We may be able to figure out where that was bought from. Get it to Greg, did you find any tyre treads?"
"Yeah, It's like this guy wants to be caught." Warrick suggested.
"Or followed." Riley added as he came through the door holding up a folder. "I got the prints back. Two accounted for, but the last was someone who was not expected to be paying anyone a visit for a long time."
Nick joined the others and started packing up his kit. "What do you mean Riley?"
"A Tony Richards was in a coma for the past 8 years and when he came out was sent to prison, but was let out on grounds of medical clearance. He was tested and seemed to have no memory of the passed 10 years, which meant he couldn't remember what he did." Brass handed the file to Catherine.
She looked through it and gasped in shock at the report. "This can't be true. Have you spoken to him?" He shook his head. "We should and soon."
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Grissom snapped out of his trance and looked directly at Brass. He blinked a few times then dropped his eyes to his desk, staring at his hands. Brass sat in the visitor chair and watched him carefully.
"You hear anything yet?" Grissom ask quietly.
Brass shook his head. "They should be back soon, but no I haven't heard any news. .Gil. are you alright?" Grissom just continued to stare at his hands, not wanting to talk. Brass nodded his head, getting his answer, he sat quietly and waited.
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* The man stood in the doorway watching her struggle against the bindings and smiled at how successful the first part of the plan was working out. He had them both, one unconscious and the other one was fully alert, but the plan was still not complete
He closed the door quietly and turned the temperature to low. He peered through the small window and grinned when she shivered from the sudden chill. *
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Forensic tape lined the perimeter of Sara's apartment and neighbours lined the streets. Brass had placed troopers along the tape to stop anyone from passing through and contaminating the fresh crime scene. The sun still shone high in the sky as Catherine and Warrick worked the scene with Nick's assistance.
^ Flashback ^ The sight before them was strange and terrifying all in one. Sara looked into Ash's room and screamed at the blood smeared all over the bed and carpet, then she felt something hit hard against her skull, then nothingness. Grissom and Nick charged into the apartment to find it empty, they searched everywhere, but couldn't find Sara or Ashleigh anywhere. The only things that remained were in plain sight; A photograph and a name written in ink in the corner. ^ Flashback ^
Warrick worked the outside collecting tyre prints, footprints, cigarette butts, and various other evidence pieces that surround the small apartment. Catherine was in the living room and Nick started on the bedroom. They were all working automatically trying to figure out what exactly happened and where were Sara and Ashleigh?
Grissom froze when he saw the photo and was told to go home, wait for news or to go back to the lab, but was not aloud to do anything rash. Brass posted himself to keep any eye on him and took him back to the lab.
The tension lifted slightly once Nick had done the human animal tests and confirmed that the blood was pig blood. Nick spoke to Catherine as the crime scene started to clear of police.
"Catherine, will Griss be alright? He looked petrified." Nick asked as he took photos of the room.
Catherine was collecting fingerprints and seemed to have found three different sets. "He went into shock Nick and I'm not sure if he'll be alright."
"You got something there?" Nick motioned with his camera to the prints she had lifted.
"Actually yes. Three sets. One will be Sara's, one will be Ashleigh's and the lasts are hopefully the perps. Lets hope he's dumb enough to leave more evidence. I'm going to check the front door again." Nick nodded and continued to take photographs.
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Brass tried to get his attention, but Grissom sat in his office chair staring at his spider tank, watching the repeated action of it trying to climb the tank wall.
^ Flashback ^ "YOU SON OF A BITCH" He screamed as he saw her blood soak her shirt and pants. He couldn't do a thing, he couldn't move, he could only curse him for hurting them, for hurting her. The remaining three all tried getting his attention, but when they lost one voice the effort seemed to die away. ^ Flashback ^
"Grissom!" Brass shouted and shook his shoulder managing to get him to focus.
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The room seemed dark, but that didn't matter much with the blindfold and gag. A distant sound could be made out, something like a radio or television set, but it was too far away to tell. The room smelt musty and cold. She shivered at the low temperature and tried to move, but the restraints prevented her. She realised she was sat in a chair and her arms and legs were tied with some kind of thick string. It felt too small to be rope, but strong enough to be string and kept her hands tied to the arms of the chair. The string dug into her skin as she struggled to loosen them and winced at the burning pain.
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"Good news, there's no human blood anywhere, bad news; I found this chloroform soaked cloth in the bushes across the road." Warrick reported as he entered the apartment.
Catherine turned to him and inspected the cloth and nodded. "We may be able to figure out where that was bought from. Get it to Greg, did you find any tyre treads?"
"Yeah, It's like this guy wants to be caught." Warrick suggested.
"Or followed." Riley added as he came through the door holding up a folder. "I got the prints back. Two accounted for, but the last was someone who was not expected to be paying anyone a visit for a long time."
Nick joined the others and started packing up his kit. "What do you mean Riley?"
"A Tony Richards was in a coma for the past 8 years and when he came out was sent to prison, but was let out on grounds of medical clearance. He was tested and seemed to have no memory of the passed 10 years, which meant he couldn't remember what he did." Brass handed the file to Catherine.
She looked through it and gasped in shock at the report. "This can't be true. Have you spoken to him?" He shook his head. "We should and soon."
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Grissom snapped out of his trance and looked directly at Brass. He blinked a few times then dropped his eyes to his desk, staring at his hands. Brass sat in the visitor chair and watched him carefully.
"You hear anything yet?" Grissom ask quietly.
Brass shook his head. "They should be back soon, but no I haven't heard any news. .Gil. are you alright?" Grissom just continued to stare at his hands, not wanting to talk. Brass nodded his head, getting his answer, he sat quietly and waited.
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* The man stood in the doorway watching her struggle against the bindings and smiled at how successful the first part of the plan was working out. He had them both, one unconscious and the other one was fully alert, but the plan was still not complete
He closed the door quietly and turned the temperature to low. He peered through the small window and grinned when she shivered from the sudden chill. *
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