They met Brass in an older part of Vegas. The apartment house was run down
and tired looking. When it was new back in the mid sixties, there was
probably a hip flair to it, but now, it just cried out to be torn down.
The CSIs exited the Tahoe and joined Brass behind his Taurus.
Brass whispered to Nick and Sara, "Neighbor says they think he has a gun. Keep back behind your Tahoe until I give the go ahead. I don't need the shoot out at the OK Corral." Brass gave them a wry smile.
Several officers wearing Kevlar vests and other SWAT gear flanked the building. A loud knock was made at the door of the suspect's apartment, "LVPD! Open up!"
A stream of Spanish curses could be heard emanating from the apartment. Brass cast a glance over at Nick and Sara, "Sounds like a real nice guy, don't you think?"
The only way in or out of the apartment was through the front. Apartments flanked both sides and the rear. Guns were trained on the door and windows of the apartment as the officer made another attempt to get the suspect to open the door, "LVPD! Open up now!"
More loud curses, this time in English, filtered out through a partially open window. Brass picked up his radio and instructed the officer nearest the door to back off and instructed another officer to fire in a canister of tear gas. The tear gas was fired through the front window in a shattering of glass. Several minutes later a muscular man approximately 5 feet 10 inches tall stumbled out of the apartment. Guns were trained on him. The officers ordered him to lay face down as they cuffed and frisked him. Two officers entered the apartment to ensure the scene was clear.
"Well, we're going to have to sit here for a while until the tear gas dissipates." Nick commented.
Sara looked over at him smiling, "Do you want to get the DNA sample, or do you want me to?"
Nick grinned, "Ladies first." He gestured for her to follow after Brass who was questioning the suspect.
Sara took a mouth swab and put the evidence in her kit. She took hair samples as well, and also took photos of the suspect's hands. Once she had finished processing him, she walked back over to Nick who had stood there watching her as she worked.
"Brass says we should be able to enter the apartment in another ten minutes or so." Sara informed him smiling. They leaned against the Tahoe and chatted.
Nick looked over at Sara with a curious expression, "So, Catherine says this dress of yours is pretty amazing."
Sara chuckled, "You're just going to have to wait to see it, Nick."
"If it's anything like I've imagined, I think I'm in trouble." Nick confessed with a grin as he looked at her.
Sara blushed, "I still can't believe you couldn't sleep because you were thinking about me." She let out an embarrassed giggle.
Nick took in the color in her cheeks with a bit of amusement and ran a finger down the side of her cheek, "Sara Sidle, do you have no idea how beautiful you are?"
She looked over at him and cleared her throat, "I think we can go check out the scene now."
Nick suppressed a chuckle, "Ok, let's go."
They picked up their kits and entered the apartment. A faint smell of tear gas still permeating. It didn't take them long to process the tiny studio apartment. There wasn't much inside besides a fold out sofa and a discarded dining room chair next to a TV tray. There wasn't even a TV in the apartment. Once they completed processing the scene, they returned to the lab to enter what they had found into evidence.
As they neared the DNA lab, they were surprised to find Greg back. Nick and Sara exchanged a curious glance as they entered to give Greg the samples. "Hey, Greg, I thought you were out in the field with Grissom," Sara queried.
Greg looked up and took the samples she offered him, "Apparently, someone at dispatch was a little confused. There was a db in the desert, but of the Fido variety. Animal control took over."
"Sorry your first case was a bust, man." Nick offered.
Greg put on a smile, "Have no fear, I'll have your samples done in no time. I assume you want me to compare these to your mystery donor."
"That's why you're the best." Nick smiled.
"Would you page us when you're done, Greg." Sara asked pulling Nick out of the lab toward the break room.
Greg smiled and bowed toward Sara, "Your wish is my command."
A short time later, Nick and Sara were sitting next to each other on the couch in the break room sipping coffee when both of their pagers went off. Nick got to his first, "It's Greg with a 9-1-1."
They made their way to the DNA lab and ran into Grissom who arrived at the doorway at the same time. Greg looked up at the CSIs converging on the lab, "I see you all got my page. The DNA is a perfect match to your mystery donor."
Sighs of relief spread around the room. Nick pulled his cell phone off his belt and called Brass. "Brass. It's Nick. The DNA Sara took from Hernandez is a perfect match to our mystery donor. It puts him at the scene of Isabel Vargas' murder."
Nick and Sara made their way over to meet Brass and to help with the interrogation of Victor Hernandez. When confronted with the forensic evidence, he confessed. They returned to the lab just as shift was coming to a close. Nick walked Sara to her Tahoe and they lingered there for a few minutes, neither wanting to be the first to leave.
Nick grinned at Sara as he reached over and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, "Hey, Sar, I'm going to go home and get some sleep. I can't wait until our date tonight. I'm really looking forward to it."
Sara grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, "I'm looking forward to it to, Nick." She smiled at him.
Nick pulled her into a hug and before he release her, he planted a soft kiss on her upturned lips. His fingers caressed her cheek as he stepped away. "See you later, Sar." He smiled as he walked over to his Tahoe. Sara just stood there grinning until Nick drove away.
Brass whispered to Nick and Sara, "Neighbor says they think he has a gun. Keep back behind your Tahoe until I give the go ahead. I don't need the shoot out at the OK Corral." Brass gave them a wry smile.
Several officers wearing Kevlar vests and other SWAT gear flanked the building. A loud knock was made at the door of the suspect's apartment, "LVPD! Open up!"
A stream of Spanish curses could be heard emanating from the apartment. Brass cast a glance over at Nick and Sara, "Sounds like a real nice guy, don't you think?"
The only way in or out of the apartment was through the front. Apartments flanked both sides and the rear. Guns were trained on the door and windows of the apartment as the officer made another attempt to get the suspect to open the door, "LVPD! Open up now!"
More loud curses, this time in English, filtered out through a partially open window. Brass picked up his radio and instructed the officer nearest the door to back off and instructed another officer to fire in a canister of tear gas. The tear gas was fired through the front window in a shattering of glass. Several minutes later a muscular man approximately 5 feet 10 inches tall stumbled out of the apartment. Guns were trained on him. The officers ordered him to lay face down as they cuffed and frisked him. Two officers entered the apartment to ensure the scene was clear.
"Well, we're going to have to sit here for a while until the tear gas dissipates." Nick commented.
Sara looked over at him smiling, "Do you want to get the DNA sample, or do you want me to?"
Nick grinned, "Ladies first." He gestured for her to follow after Brass who was questioning the suspect.
Sara took a mouth swab and put the evidence in her kit. She took hair samples as well, and also took photos of the suspect's hands. Once she had finished processing him, she walked back over to Nick who had stood there watching her as she worked.
"Brass says we should be able to enter the apartment in another ten minutes or so." Sara informed him smiling. They leaned against the Tahoe and chatted.
Nick looked over at Sara with a curious expression, "So, Catherine says this dress of yours is pretty amazing."
Sara chuckled, "You're just going to have to wait to see it, Nick."
"If it's anything like I've imagined, I think I'm in trouble." Nick confessed with a grin as he looked at her.
Sara blushed, "I still can't believe you couldn't sleep because you were thinking about me." She let out an embarrassed giggle.
Nick took in the color in her cheeks with a bit of amusement and ran a finger down the side of her cheek, "Sara Sidle, do you have no idea how beautiful you are?"
She looked over at him and cleared her throat, "I think we can go check out the scene now."
Nick suppressed a chuckle, "Ok, let's go."
They picked up their kits and entered the apartment. A faint smell of tear gas still permeating. It didn't take them long to process the tiny studio apartment. There wasn't much inside besides a fold out sofa and a discarded dining room chair next to a TV tray. There wasn't even a TV in the apartment. Once they completed processing the scene, they returned to the lab to enter what they had found into evidence.
As they neared the DNA lab, they were surprised to find Greg back. Nick and Sara exchanged a curious glance as they entered to give Greg the samples. "Hey, Greg, I thought you were out in the field with Grissom," Sara queried.
Greg looked up and took the samples she offered him, "Apparently, someone at dispatch was a little confused. There was a db in the desert, but of the Fido variety. Animal control took over."
"Sorry your first case was a bust, man." Nick offered.
Greg put on a smile, "Have no fear, I'll have your samples done in no time. I assume you want me to compare these to your mystery donor."
"That's why you're the best." Nick smiled.
"Would you page us when you're done, Greg." Sara asked pulling Nick out of the lab toward the break room.
Greg smiled and bowed toward Sara, "Your wish is my command."
A short time later, Nick and Sara were sitting next to each other on the couch in the break room sipping coffee when both of their pagers went off. Nick got to his first, "It's Greg with a 9-1-1."
They made their way to the DNA lab and ran into Grissom who arrived at the doorway at the same time. Greg looked up at the CSIs converging on the lab, "I see you all got my page. The DNA is a perfect match to your mystery donor."
Sighs of relief spread around the room. Nick pulled his cell phone off his belt and called Brass. "Brass. It's Nick. The DNA Sara took from Hernandez is a perfect match to our mystery donor. It puts him at the scene of Isabel Vargas' murder."
Nick and Sara made their way over to meet Brass and to help with the interrogation of Victor Hernandez. When confronted with the forensic evidence, he confessed. They returned to the lab just as shift was coming to a close. Nick walked Sara to her Tahoe and they lingered there for a few minutes, neither wanting to be the first to leave.
Nick grinned at Sara as he reached over and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, "Hey, Sar, I'm going to go home and get some sleep. I can't wait until our date tonight. I'm really looking forward to it."
Sara grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, "I'm looking forward to it to, Nick." She smiled at him.
Nick pulled her into a hug and before he release her, he planted a soft kiss on her upturned lips. His fingers caressed her cheek as he stepped away. "See you later, Sar." He smiled as he walked over to his Tahoe. Sara just stood there grinning until Nick drove away.
