Nick played a hunch and pulled the pillow cases from the evidence that he
and Sara had collected from the Vargas home. If his hunch was correct,
they might just find evidence that one of the pillows in the bedroom had
been used to smother Isabel Vargas after a tazer gun had incapacitated her.
And if he was right about this, there just might be some DNA left by the
killer.
He and Sara used the ALS on the pillow cases, looking for traces of any body fluids, such as saliva or blood. They found several traces of saliva, and snipped pieces of the fabric to give to Greg to process for DNA. Then, they took each pillowcase and fumed it, to see if they could come up with any fingerprints.
Fortunately for them, Delia Herrera was religious about cleaning. She replaced the bedding on a daily basis, so everything on the pillowcases had arrived there within the 24 hours before the murder.
They had fumed three pillowcases with no result. The fourth was in process, and a face print slowly formed on the dark blue fabric. They stood side by side as the image emerged. They had found the murder weapon. However, on the reverse side of the fabric, there were no fingerprints. Hopefully, Greg would be able to identify some foreign DNA that would lead them to their killer.
Grissom popped his head into the lab where Nick and Sara were working, "How's it coming?" he inquired.
Sara looked up, "Hey, Grissom. We've got a murder weapon." She pointed to the pillowcase still under the fume hood.
Grissom came in for a closer view, "Good work, you two. Have you checked to see if the Vargas' owned a tazer?"
Nick and Sara exchanged a glance before Nick answered, "There wasn't one in the house, but Brass is getting us a warrant so we can check their bank account and credit card records."
"Let me know what you find out." Grissom stated and then left as quickly as he had come.
With a smirk on her face Sara turned to face Nick who was leaning up against the counter they were standing by in the center of the lab, "Vying for teacher's pet?"
Nick winked at her, "Why, afraid you might be slipping, Sidle?"
"I can handle the competition, Stokes," Sara grinned.
He raised an eyebrow, "Can you now?"
Sara rolled her eyes, "Give a guy a compliment, and all he does is try and insult me,"
"Oh, is that what that was? A compliment I mean," Nick interjected.
Sara tried to restrain a grin, "You're keeping a step ahead of Grissom."
Nick smiled at her stating, "And that impresses you."
"Suppose it does?" Sara challenged.
"I suppose that would be an accomplishment." Nick grinned.
"Why, you don't think that I can be impressed when someone does good work?" Sara defended.
"I didn't say that." Nick was becoming slightly amused with Sara's defensiveness. "You just don't normally vocalize it." He winked at her and playfully tapped her nose with his finger before turning to open the fume hood so they could photograph the pillowcase.
Sara blushed slightly at Nick's playful gesture, hoping he didn't notice. She turned to retrieve the camera and began photographing the image that had been brought out on the pillowcase.
He and Sara used the ALS on the pillow cases, looking for traces of any body fluids, such as saliva or blood. They found several traces of saliva, and snipped pieces of the fabric to give to Greg to process for DNA. Then, they took each pillowcase and fumed it, to see if they could come up with any fingerprints.
Fortunately for them, Delia Herrera was religious about cleaning. She replaced the bedding on a daily basis, so everything on the pillowcases had arrived there within the 24 hours before the murder.
They had fumed three pillowcases with no result. The fourth was in process, and a face print slowly formed on the dark blue fabric. They stood side by side as the image emerged. They had found the murder weapon. However, on the reverse side of the fabric, there were no fingerprints. Hopefully, Greg would be able to identify some foreign DNA that would lead them to their killer.
Grissom popped his head into the lab where Nick and Sara were working, "How's it coming?" he inquired.
Sara looked up, "Hey, Grissom. We've got a murder weapon." She pointed to the pillowcase still under the fume hood.
Grissom came in for a closer view, "Good work, you two. Have you checked to see if the Vargas' owned a tazer?"
Nick and Sara exchanged a glance before Nick answered, "There wasn't one in the house, but Brass is getting us a warrant so we can check their bank account and credit card records."
"Let me know what you find out." Grissom stated and then left as quickly as he had come.
With a smirk on her face Sara turned to face Nick who was leaning up against the counter they were standing by in the center of the lab, "Vying for teacher's pet?"
Nick winked at her, "Why, afraid you might be slipping, Sidle?"
"I can handle the competition, Stokes," Sara grinned.
He raised an eyebrow, "Can you now?"
Sara rolled her eyes, "Give a guy a compliment, and all he does is try and insult me,"
"Oh, is that what that was? A compliment I mean," Nick interjected.
Sara tried to restrain a grin, "You're keeping a step ahead of Grissom."
Nick smiled at her stating, "And that impresses you."
"Suppose it does?" Sara challenged.
"I suppose that would be an accomplishment." Nick grinned.
"Why, you don't think that I can be impressed when someone does good work?" Sara defended.
"I didn't say that." Nick was becoming slightly amused with Sara's defensiveness. "You just don't normally vocalize it." He winked at her and playfully tapped her nose with his finger before turning to open the fume hood so they could photograph the pillowcase.
Sara blushed slightly at Nick's playful gesture, hoping he didn't notice. She turned to retrieve the camera and began photographing the image that had been brought out on the pillowcase.
