Chapter THREE
Two days and another body later. Grissom sat in his office after coming back from a crime scene. He had bitten everyone's head off if they even much as breathed near him. It was driving him mad. This one clue was nagging him and he hadn't the foggiest idea why it was like he'd seen it before.
A knock at the door jarred him from his thoughts and he stood up and swung the door open angrily. "WHAT?" He near enough shouted. He went silent, his shoulder's and head dropped as his eyes closed. On a deep breath he said. "I'm sorry." It was barely above a whisper, but she knew him well enough that he meant it.
She nodded and began to turn. "It looks like I got here at a bad time again." Grissom looked out into the hallway and grabbed her wrist.
"Sara." He waited for her to turn and gently tugged on her arm.
She followed him and watched his face closely. "Bad case? Can I help?"
Grissom shook her head and let her wrist go, only to slide his hand lower to her hand. He squeezed it and sighed. "I didn't mean to snap. People won't leave me alone, won't let me."
Sara smiled. "Think?" She finished.
He smiled and nodded. "Two body's no trace of the killer and for some reason I feel like I've seen it before, but." He shrugged in defeat as his thumb rubbed across her knuckles softly.
Before he could continue Sara held his hand in both hers. "Let me help. I'm sure the both of us can find some sort of clue or at least an idea what this killer is trying to tell us." She looked over her shoulder to the open blinds and then back at him. "Try to relax. You'll get a migraine."
"Thank you." He covered her hands and grinned. "I'm glad you're here. I wasn't sure if you were coming today or next week. How's the boy?" Grissom asked lightly, his eyes shining at the last bit.
Sara tilted her head in thought and smiled. "He's fine. A few days and he'll be joining me here, that's." She stopped and dropped her eyes from his. "That's if you still want me to stay, us to move here?"
Grissom pulled his hands from hers as a crowd of the nightshift walked by. Sara nodded and turned. "No Sara." She turned back when he touched her elbow. "I asked you to come here. I want you to stay. I want you both here with me." Sara didn't say anything she only nodded and left the room.
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Later the night in the break room. Warrick and Nick wondered into the room to find Sara sat on the couch reading through a case file.
"Hey." Nick greeted moving towards her.
Sara looked up and smiled. "Hey Nick."
Nick grinned and motioned to the case file. "That's Grissom's case right?" Sara nodded. Nick looked to Warrick before returning curious happy eyes back to Sara. "You staying, for good?"
"I am." Sara looked from one man to the other and frowned as she closed the file. "Is that alright with you lot? I know it's sudden and you probably don't want me here, but."
Nick sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder playfully. "Of course we're ok with it. Another lovely lady to tease and Catherine won't be the only one we can pester."
Sara slowly smiled, still not sure if he was just humouring her or telling the truth. She nodded and stood. "Thanks. I." She waved the file in the air. "I'll get back to work."
Warrick looked at Nick and sighed. "Good move Nick."
Nick cringed. "I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable, just wanted her to know she was welcome that's all."
"Speak for yourself." Catherine said coldly walking into the room and grabbing a soda from the fridge.
Grissom was walking past the break room when he heard Nick defending Sara.
"She's a friend of Grissom's Cath. If he trusts her then so do I. I'm going to be her friend too. Think about it, she has taken this job and at the same time she has left everything, everyone she knows to move here to were she knows one person. She needs friends right now and that's what I'm going to be." Warrick nodded in agreement, although he still had a few doubts, but everyone knew it was about Holly and the investigation Sara had to carry out when they first met.
Looking down at his hands, he bit the inside of his lower lip. Sighing he continued towards his office.
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This is starting to get really boring. I thought he was good at puzzles. Maybe I should just switch tactics and follow him everywhere he goes. Maybe I'm missing something.
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Grissom knock on the door of a different hotel room. When it opened he saw the tear lines down her cheeks. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and kicked the door shut. "Sara what's happened, are you ok?" He asked frantically as he held her tightly.
She sniffled and balled up his shirt in her hands as she buried her head in his neck. "It's nothing. I miss Mike that's all." Grissom pulled away and held her head in his hands. Wiping the tears away with his thumbs, she continued. "It's been four days and it's the longest I've been away from him."
Nodding in understanding he kissed her sweet lips and pulled her tightly to him again. "I'm sorry. He should be here. You shouldn't be staying in this hotel either."
"Gil, It's not easy finding a place to live. I can't let him stay here, you know these places aren't that safe, not for a little boy." She turned her head and kissed his neck. "Hold me, just for while."
"Ok." He pulled her down with him as they lay on the bed together. His arms wrapped around her protectively.
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At the same time down in the car park, sat a white ford transit van. The driver looked over at the Tahoe he had followed and waited patiently for its driver to emerge from the tall hotel. Soon he fell asleep and when his eyes opened, it was nearing late afternoon. He didn't mean to fall asleep, but he'd been busy the last few weeks and had had no time to rest.
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Sara turned onto her side and moaned softly when she felt the warmth curled up next to her. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at the still sleeping face of Gil Grissom. Tenderly so not to wake him, she kissed his chin and snuggled closer. After ten minutes of enjoying his warm body, she heard his watch beep and he began to stir. Grissom's arms pulled her close as he mumbled a greeting into her hair.
Sara chuckled lightly and smiled. "Mmmm Good afternoon to you too."
Grissom grinned and planted several kisses in her hair and slowly trailed his lips down to her neck to her shoulder. "I've got to go."
"I know." She sighed. His hands wandered down her thin frame with the want to feel her skin. Finding a patch of exposed flesh, he began to stroke it with his thumb. "Gil, we can't. We'll be late." Her voice was that of frustration and he knew it was because she didn't want him to stop, but the need to get to work was annoying.
"Do you want a lift to work?" He smiled against her neck.
"Wouldn't be a good idea. Your superior might get the wrong idea." She moaned as his hand wrapped around her waist to squeeze her ass.
"What idea would that be?" He asked gruffly into her mouth.
The slow kiss was the end to the entire world of speech and work was forgotten.
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The van driver started the engine and waited until the Tahoe's driver pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. He seemed to be wearing the same clothes as this morning and probably needed to change before work. The van driver tried to think why such a man as Gil Grissom would be in a hotel all morning and for the most part of the afternoon.
Chapter FOUR
Sara came barging through his office door with a file in her hand and that smile he always loved. "You wouldn't believe it, but I got a DNA sample from victim 2's shirt. It was under all the blood." She opened up the file and showed him the results of the DNA test.
"Epithelial's, bloke's getting sloppy." Grissom grinned and stood. "Let's run these and see what we get.
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"How'd his epithelial's get on the vic's shirt?" Greg asked standing in the doorway to the computer lab.
Sara didn't turn from the computer as she answered. "Killer was probably using some force with the knife and scraped his hand or finger and that would be enough to leave DNA for us to find and catch the bastard." Greg nodded and left knowing he wasn't going to get anything else.
Grissom put his arm on the back of Sara's chair and leaned in slightly to get a better look at the screen. "Anything yet?" He asked calmly.
Sara glanced at him with eyebrows raised. She pointed at the monitor and stated the obvious. "Did it beep?"
Grissom chuckled and breathed in deeply. He moaned softly. "God you smell good." Keeping herself together she ignored him. Sara smiled when the beep they were waiting for came. Grissom leaned closer to her ear and whispered. "Want to join me for a road trip?" Sara shivered at his breath on her skin and nodded.
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Brass knocked on the door of the small house while two police officers searched the perimeter. Grissom and Sara stood with Brass, who produced a warrant when the door finally opened. "We have a warrant to search you residence Mr. Quinn."
Mr. Quinn looked the warrant over and nodded. His eyes fell on Sara as she walked past. He watched her move alongside Grissom and smiled. Grissom turned to him and his face sobered. "Can you wait outside? This officer will look after you." Grissom motioned to the police office that appeared behind Mr. Quinn.
"Sure, you need anything just holler." He turned and left the two CSI's to work.
Grissom looked at Sara and pointed to the kitchen. She nodded silently as he entered the living room. After 40 minutes of processing, the only thing they discovered was a bloodied jacket. Sara bagged it and continued to look around. Grissom wandered out back and began processing the garden. Sara decided to go and packed the car up and then join Grissom.
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I've never seen such beauty. I've seen her once and once was enough to make my heart flutter. She's obviously working here in Vegas full time. I'm only guessing she's just moved here as she seems to be unsure of her surroundings, like it was the first time she'd been here.
She puts her case in the Tahoe. A Tahoe that looks oddly like the one Gil Grissom drives, but it's light Blue. She disappears back through the front door and makes her way to the back.
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"You finished?" Sara asked hearing him sigh.
"Yeah, nothing but the jacket. Let's get back to the lab and get Brass to take Mr. Quinn into custody for a while." She nodded and followed him back through the house.
Mr. Quinn looked up and smiled. "Find anything?"
Grissom stopped a few feet from him and motioned for Brass. "We'd like you to come down to the station." Brass said guiding the man to the waiting police car.
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In the car Grissom turned to Sara. She was driving so glanced at him briefly. "Gil?"
Grissom looked down at his hand on her thigh and lifted it to take her right hand from the steering wheel. She continued to drive with ease as he intertwined their fingers. "I've been thinking." Sara smiled and gave him a knowing look, which he raised his eyebrows at to tell her he was serious. "I don't want you staying in that hotel another day. Like you said, it's dangerous for a child. I wouldn't want my child or his mother staying at a place like that."
Sara looked down briefly and sighed. "Are you asking me what I think your asking?"
He nodded and kissed her hand. "Stay until we find a permanent place."
Her eyes grew huge and her foot slammed on the breaks as the line of traffic came to a stand still in front of them. Grissom chuckled and released her hand. She turned to him and scowled. "Stop laughing. I could have killed us both." She turned to look out her window.
Grissom took a small breath and ran his hand down her arm. "I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting a near death experience when I asked you to move in with me."
Sara covered his hand and turn to him. "We can't and you know it." She saw the look in his eyes and shook her head. "Gil, no. it was a long time ago and we could be fired or worse I could be transferred to days."
After the traffic started moving again and the Tahoe resumed its journey back to the lab, Grissom released his hold on her hand. "I just thought that seeing as you're here and have no place to stay that's decent enough for a child to stay in." He trailed off as his cell phone began to ring. He lifted it from his pocket, but before answering he added. "I want you both to stay with me, at least for a while. Work doesn't need to know." He flipped his cell open. "Grissom."
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After questioning Mr. Quinn and getting the jacket down to DNA, Sara and Grissom sat in the break room. "If I stayed." Sara began. Grissom snapped his head up from the file he was reading. "If we stayed." She corrected. "Other's will eventually find out. Mobley will have a field day and someone who's too young to understand why he can't see his daddy everyday will be upset if we have to change our relationship once again." Grissom's eye's lightened as she spoke. "He's young Gil, I don't know if I can tell him he can't see his father again."
Grissom looked around the room and hallways, but he saw Nick and Catherine walking towards them. Looking down at the file he used words to express himself. "If we weren't going to be invaded by two CSI's, I would hold your hand and assure you that he would never be without a father and you would never be without me."
Sara smiled and turned when Nick's voice boomed through the room. "One down. What's next boss?"
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Mr. Quinn was let go on account of the blood being his and that he said he was in a fight the night before. Grissom didn't believe him, but had nothing else to go on. Mr. Quinn just grinned and left the building.
Two days and another body later. Grissom sat in his office after coming back from a crime scene. He had bitten everyone's head off if they even much as breathed near him. It was driving him mad. This one clue was nagging him and he hadn't the foggiest idea why it was like he'd seen it before.
A knock at the door jarred him from his thoughts and he stood up and swung the door open angrily. "WHAT?" He near enough shouted. He went silent, his shoulder's and head dropped as his eyes closed. On a deep breath he said. "I'm sorry." It was barely above a whisper, but she knew him well enough that he meant it.
She nodded and began to turn. "It looks like I got here at a bad time again." Grissom looked out into the hallway and grabbed her wrist.
"Sara." He waited for her to turn and gently tugged on her arm.
She followed him and watched his face closely. "Bad case? Can I help?"
Grissom shook her head and let her wrist go, only to slide his hand lower to her hand. He squeezed it and sighed. "I didn't mean to snap. People won't leave me alone, won't let me."
Sara smiled. "Think?" She finished.
He smiled and nodded. "Two body's no trace of the killer and for some reason I feel like I've seen it before, but." He shrugged in defeat as his thumb rubbed across her knuckles softly.
Before he could continue Sara held his hand in both hers. "Let me help. I'm sure the both of us can find some sort of clue or at least an idea what this killer is trying to tell us." She looked over her shoulder to the open blinds and then back at him. "Try to relax. You'll get a migraine."
"Thank you." He covered her hands and grinned. "I'm glad you're here. I wasn't sure if you were coming today or next week. How's the boy?" Grissom asked lightly, his eyes shining at the last bit.
Sara tilted her head in thought and smiled. "He's fine. A few days and he'll be joining me here, that's." She stopped and dropped her eyes from his. "That's if you still want me to stay, us to move here?"
Grissom pulled his hands from hers as a crowd of the nightshift walked by. Sara nodded and turned. "No Sara." She turned back when he touched her elbow. "I asked you to come here. I want you to stay. I want you both here with me." Sara didn't say anything she only nodded and left the room.
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Later the night in the break room. Warrick and Nick wondered into the room to find Sara sat on the couch reading through a case file.
"Hey." Nick greeted moving towards her.
Sara looked up and smiled. "Hey Nick."
Nick grinned and motioned to the case file. "That's Grissom's case right?" Sara nodded. Nick looked to Warrick before returning curious happy eyes back to Sara. "You staying, for good?"
"I am." Sara looked from one man to the other and frowned as she closed the file. "Is that alright with you lot? I know it's sudden and you probably don't want me here, but."
Nick sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder playfully. "Of course we're ok with it. Another lovely lady to tease and Catherine won't be the only one we can pester."
Sara slowly smiled, still not sure if he was just humouring her or telling the truth. She nodded and stood. "Thanks. I." She waved the file in the air. "I'll get back to work."
Warrick looked at Nick and sighed. "Good move Nick."
Nick cringed. "I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable, just wanted her to know she was welcome that's all."
"Speak for yourself." Catherine said coldly walking into the room and grabbing a soda from the fridge.
Grissom was walking past the break room when he heard Nick defending Sara.
"She's a friend of Grissom's Cath. If he trusts her then so do I. I'm going to be her friend too. Think about it, she has taken this job and at the same time she has left everything, everyone she knows to move here to were she knows one person. She needs friends right now and that's what I'm going to be." Warrick nodded in agreement, although he still had a few doubts, but everyone knew it was about Holly and the investigation Sara had to carry out when they first met.
Looking down at his hands, he bit the inside of his lower lip. Sighing he continued towards his office.
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This is starting to get really boring. I thought he was good at puzzles. Maybe I should just switch tactics and follow him everywhere he goes. Maybe I'm missing something.
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Grissom knock on the door of a different hotel room. When it opened he saw the tear lines down her cheeks. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and kicked the door shut. "Sara what's happened, are you ok?" He asked frantically as he held her tightly.
She sniffled and balled up his shirt in her hands as she buried her head in his neck. "It's nothing. I miss Mike that's all." Grissom pulled away and held her head in his hands. Wiping the tears away with his thumbs, she continued. "It's been four days and it's the longest I've been away from him."
Nodding in understanding he kissed her sweet lips and pulled her tightly to him again. "I'm sorry. He should be here. You shouldn't be staying in this hotel either."
"Gil, It's not easy finding a place to live. I can't let him stay here, you know these places aren't that safe, not for a little boy." She turned her head and kissed his neck. "Hold me, just for while."
"Ok." He pulled her down with him as they lay on the bed together. His arms wrapped around her protectively.
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At the same time down in the car park, sat a white ford transit van. The driver looked over at the Tahoe he had followed and waited patiently for its driver to emerge from the tall hotel. Soon he fell asleep and when his eyes opened, it was nearing late afternoon. He didn't mean to fall asleep, but he'd been busy the last few weeks and had had no time to rest.
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Sara turned onto her side and moaned softly when she felt the warmth curled up next to her. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at the still sleeping face of Gil Grissom. Tenderly so not to wake him, she kissed his chin and snuggled closer. After ten minutes of enjoying his warm body, she heard his watch beep and he began to stir. Grissom's arms pulled her close as he mumbled a greeting into her hair.
Sara chuckled lightly and smiled. "Mmmm Good afternoon to you too."
Grissom grinned and planted several kisses in her hair and slowly trailed his lips down to her neck to her shoulder. "I've got to go."
"I know." She sighed. His hands wandered down her thin frame with the want to feel her skin. Finding a patch of exposed flesh, he began to stroke it with his thumb. "Gil, we can't. We'll be late." Her voice was that of frustration and he knew it was because she didn't want him to stop, but the need to get to work was annoying.
"Do you want a lift to work?" He smiled against her neck.
"Wouldn't be a good idea. Your superior might get the wrong idea." She moaned as his hand wrapped around her waist to squeeze her ass.
"What idea would that be?" He asked gruffly into her mouth.
The slow kiss was the end to the entire world of speech and work was forgotten.
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The van driver started the engine and waited until the Tahoe's driver pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. He seemed to be wearing the same clothes as this morning and probably needed to change before work. The van driver tried to think why such a man as Gil Grissom would be in a hotel all morning and for the most part of the afternoon.
Chapter FOUR
Sara came barging through his office door with a file in her hand and that smile he always loved. "You wouldn't believe it, but I got a DNA sample from victim 2's shirt. It was under all the blood." She opened up the file and showed him the results of the DNA test.
"Epithelial's, bloke's getting sloppy." Grissom grinned and stood. "Let's run these and see what we get.
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"How'd his epithelial's get on the vic's shirt?" Greg asked standing in the doorway to the computer lab.
Sara didn't turn from the computer as she answered. "Killer was probably using some force with the knife and scraped his hand or finger and that would be enough to leave DNA for us to find and catch the bastard." Greg nodded and left knowing he wasn't going to get anything else.
Grissom put his arm on the back of Sara's chair and leaned in slightly to get a better look at the screen. "Anything yet?" He asked calmly.
Sara glanced at him with eyebrows raised. She pointed at the monitor and stated the obvious. "Did it beep?"
Grissom chuckled and breathed in deeply. He moaned softly. "God you smell good." Keeping herself together she ignored him. Sara smiled when the beep they were waiting for came. Grissom leaned closer to her ear and whispered. "Want to join me for a road trip?" Sara shivered at his breath on her skin and nodded.
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Brass knocked on the door of the small house while two police officers searched the perimeter. Grissom and Sara stood with Brass, who produced a warrant when the door finally opened. "We have a warrant to search you residence Mr. Quinn."
Mr. Quinn looked the warrant over and nodded. His eyes fell on Sara as she walked past. He watched her move alongside Grissom and smiled. Grissom turned to him and his face sobered. "Can you wait outside? This officer will look after you." Grissom motioned to the police office that appeared behind Mr. Quinn.
"Sure, you need anything just holler." He turned and left the two CSI's to work.
Grissom looked at Sara and pointed to the kitchen. She nodded silently as he entered the living room. After 40 minutes of processing, the only thing they discovered was a bloodied jacket. Sara bagged it and continued to look around. Grissom wandered out back and began processing the garden. Sara decided to go and packed the car up and then join Grissom.
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I've never seen such beauty. I've seen her once and once was enough to make my heart flutter. She's obviously working here in Vegas full time. I'm only guessing she's just moved here as she seems to be unsure of her surroundings, like it was the first time she'd been here.
She puts her case in the Tahoe. A Tahoe that looks oddly like the one Gil Grissom drives, but it's light Blue. She disappears back through the front door and makes her way to the back.
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"You finished?" Sara asked hearing him sigh.
"Yeah, nothing but the jacket. Let's get back to the lab and get Brass to take Mr. Quinn into custody for a while." She nodded and followed him back through the house.
Mr. Quinn looked up and smiled. "Find anything?"
Grissom stopped a few feet from him and motioned for Brass. "We'd like you to come down to the station." Brass said guiding the man to the waiting police car.
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In the car Grissom turned to Sara. She was driving so glanced at him briefly. "Gil?"
Grissom looked down at his hand on her thigh and lifted it to take her right hand from the steering wheel. She continued to drive with ease as he intertwined their fingers. "I've been thinking." Sara smiled and gave him a knowing look, which he raised his eyebrows at to tell her he was serious. "I don't want you staying in that hotel another day. Like you said, it's dangerous for a child. I wouldn't want my child or his mother staying at a place like that."
Sara looked down briefly and sighed. "Are you asking me what I think your asking?"
He nodded and kissed her hand. "Stay until we find a permanent place."
Her eyes grew huge and her foot slammed on the breaks as the line of traffic came to a stand still in front of them. Grissom chuckled and released her hand. She turned to him and scowled. "Stop laughing. I could have killed us both." She turned to look out her window.
Grissom took a small breath and ran his hand down her arm. "I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting a near death experience when I asked you to move in with me."
Sara covered his hand and turn to him. "We can't and you know it." She saw the look in his eyes and shook her head. "Gil, no. it was a long time ago and we could be fired or worse I could be transferred to days."
After the traffic started moving again and the Tahoe resumed its journey back to the lab, Grissom released his hold on her hand. "I just thought that seeing as you're here and have no place to stay that's decent enough for a child to stay in." He trailed off as his cell phone began to ring. He lifted it from his pocket, but before answering he added. "I want you both to stay with me, at least for a while. Work doesn't need to know." He flipped his cell open. "Grissom."
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After questioning Mr. Quinn and getting the jacket down to DNA, Sara and Grissom sat in the break room. "If I stayed." Sara began. Grissom snapped his head up from the file he was reading. "If we stayed." She corrected. "Other's will eventually find out. Mobley will have a field day and someone who's too young to understand why he can't see his daddy everyday will be upset if we have to change our relationship once again." Grissom's eye's lightened as she spoke. "He's young Gil, I don't know if I can tell him he can't see his father again."
Grissom looked around the room and hallways, but he saw Nick and Catherine walking towards them. Looking down at the file he used words to express himself. "If we weren't going to be invaded by two CSI's, I would hold your hand and assure you that he would never be without a father and you would never be without me."
Sara smiled and turned when Nick's voice boomed through the room. "One down. What's next boss?"
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Mr. Quinn was let go on account of the blood being his and that he said he was in a fight the night before. Grissom didn't believe him, but had nothing else to go on. Mr. Quinn just grinned and left the building.
