"James" Horatio called out after her as she was leaving the room and she
stopped and turned to face him, waiting for him to catch up with her. When
he did he led her into another room where they could talk more quietly.
"What do you think?"
"Think about what?"
"The sister, the father, the whole family. I need you to start coming up with a profile here. Do you think the sister could have done it?"
"Horatio, you know that what ever I say here isn't evidence right? It's just speculation, we still need to prove it" She checked. When he nodded she took a deep breath and continued.
"Do I think the girl could have done it? Yes. No doubt in my mind"
"Why?"
"Have you seen that house H? It's a shrine. Trophies, pictures merit badges - everything is about Lori. Dana never had a chance."
"So she hated her sister?"
"Exactly the opposite. She worshiped her, she wanted to be just like her. I looked over the file the school sent us. There's a clear pattern showing there - she's try to be good, try to excel and when that failed, when something messed it up - she would go ballistic. My guess!? She worships her sister, thinks she's perfect in every way and then she finds her sneaking out of the window at night, probably trying to run away and get married and have her baby. In Dana's eyes she was just about to throw everything away, everything that was so important to Dana."
"so she got angry and killed her" Horatio nodded
"She probably tried to confront her first, tried to stop her. It turned into a struggle and somehow Lori ended up dead" Jamie said quietly "She probably didn't mean it. And after it happened she was just too scared to be the failure again"
Horatio took a minute to sort out everything in his head. Jamie's theory seemed reasonable and from his experience working with her he knew that just like Speed was never wrong about an analysis and Calleigh was never wrong about a bullet and Eric was never wrong about water and diving - Jamie was never wrong about a physiologic profile.
CASE 2 - CSI fire range
Eric walked into the room and waited until Calleigh was finished shooting before coming forward and tapping her gently on the shoulder.
"Hey" She said as she took off her protective eye wear and ear muffs "Did you talk to the brother?"
"Yeah. He said he wasn't even there. That he was at a club or something and never slept in his brother's apartment." Eric sighed "And he never even met the Stevens's"
"Well the bright side is that the gun he handed over to us is a 45 caliber. The bad news are that it looks clean, like it was cleaned just a few days ago."
"What about the bullets? Do they match?"
"I was just about to check that" she smiled at him and went over to the other side of the water tank to fish out the bullet and start preparing it for inspection under the microscope.
As he watched her work he noted that she seemed a bit tired "Hey Cal, have even had lunch today yet?" he inquired and came closer to her, when she shook her head, he let out a disapproving sigh. "Cal!"
"Eric I'm fine!" She laughed "Really I'll grab a bit later"
"How about I bring you something here while you finish prepping the bullet?" He suggested and she finally nodded, giving up on trying to suppress Eric's protective instincts.
After he left Calleigh started to work quickly. The process of preparing a bullet for examination was like second nature to her - she could perform it in her sleep.
Ten minutes later the two bullets were sitting opposite each other on the microscope and Calleigh was happily munching on a sandwich Eric brought over from one of the vending machines.
"Good thing you don't have sensitive taste buds" He joked as he watched her eat "so what do we have here?"
"We have a match" Calleigh declared after looking into the microscope and checking the striation "the two bullets are identical"
"So now all we have to do is prove that he's the one who fired it"
CASE 1 - CSI crime lab interrogation room
Horatio looked at the man sitting before him and cringed on the inside. Up until now the conversation has been pleasant, comfortable. But Horatio knew this was about to change drastically. He knew what he was about to ask the man, and he knew there was no way the conversation would continue to be pleasant after he would say what he was about to say.
He hated the fact that he had to do it, that he had to ask, without thinking he found himself glancing behind him at the mirror. He couldn't see through the dark tinted glass but he knew that Jamie was standing behind it, closely observing the whole exchange - for some reason that made him feel even more uncomfortable about what he was about to do.
Sometimes he just hated his job!
"Mr. Kramer we seem to have a little problem" Horatio said as soon as he entered the room "You see: we know where we found Lori and we know that your wife only reported her missing this morning. So the problem I'm having is understanding how in the world did Lori's blood get on your shoes?"
"What are you talking about? I thought I was here to discuss when you are going to release my daughter's body" The man said quickly "wait a minute! You think I killed her? You really think I killed my little girl?"
"I don't think anything Mr. Kramer, I'm just telling the evidence that we found" Horatio said calmly, not letting the accusations in the man's voice rise his temper "Is there any way you can think of for Lori's blood to get to your shoes?"
"I already told you. I don't know" the man said stubbornly and rose to his feet "and now if you will excuse me, I have a funeral to plan."
With that the man pushed his way out of the room.
"It's always different you know?" Speed said from the doorway after Mr. Kramer stormed out of the room "the reactions the loved ones have after someone dies"
"Or maybe that wasn't the reaction of a grieving father" Horatio said carefully, trying to figure out exactly what was bothering about his latest exchange with the father. "maybe it was the reaction of someone who has something to hide"
"Think about what?"
"The sister, the father, the whole family. I need you to start coming up with a profile here. Do you think the sister could have done it?"
"Horatio, you know that what ever I say here isn't evidence right? It's just speculation, we still need to prove it" She checked. When he nodded she took a deep breath and continued.
"Do I think the girl could have done it? Yes. No doubt in my mind"
"Why?"
"Have you seen that house H? It's a shrine. Trophies, pictures merit badges - everything is about Lori. Dana never had a chance."
"So she hated her sister?"
"Exactly the opposite. She worshiped her, she wanted to be just like her. I looked over the file the school sent us. There's a clear pattern showing there - she's try to be good, try to excel and when that failed, when something messed it up - she would go ballistic. My guess!? She worships her sister, thinks she's perfect in every way and then she finds her sneaking out of the window at night, probably trying to run away and get married and have her baby. In Dana's eyes she was just about to throw everything away, everything that was so important to Dana."
"so she got angry and killed her" Horatio nodded
"She probably tried to confront her first, tried to stop her. It turned into a struggle and somehow Lori ended up dead" Jamie said quietly "She probably didn't mean it. And after it happened she was just too scared to be the failure again"
Horatio took a minute to sort out everything in his head. Jamie's theory seemed reasonable and from his experience working with her he knew that just like Speed was never wrong about an analysis and Calleigh was never wrong about a bullet and Eric was never wrong about water and diving - Jamie was never wrong about a physiologic profile.
CASE 2 - CSI fire range
Eric walked into the room and waited until Calleigh was finished shooting before coming forward and tapping her gently on the shoulder.
"Hey" She said as she took off her protective eye wear and ear muffs "Did you talk to the brother?"
"Yeah. He said he wasn't even there. That he was at a club or something and never slept in his brother's apartment." Eric sighed "And he never even met the Stevens's"
"Well the bright side is that the gun he handed over to us is a 45 caliber. The bad news are that it looks clean, like it was cleaned just a few days ago."
"What about the bullets? Do they match?"
"I was just about to check that" she smiled at him and went over to the other side of the water tank to fish out the bullet and start preparing it for inspection under the microscope.
As he watched her work he noted that she seemed a bit tired "Hey Cal, have even had lunch today yet?" he inquired and came closer to her, when she shook her head, he let out a disapproving sigh. "Cal!"
"Eric I'm fine!" She laughed "Really I'll grab a bit later"
"How about I bring you something here while you finish prepping the bullet?" He suggested and she finally nodded, giving up on trying to suppress Eric's protective instincts.
After he left Calleigh started to work quickly. The process of preparing a bullet for examination was like second nature to her - she could perform it in her sleep.
Ten minutes later the two bullets were sitting opposite each other on the microscope and Calleigh was happily munching on a sandwich Eric brought over from one of the vending machines.
"Good thing you don't have sensitive taste buds" He joked as he watched her eat "so what do we have here?"
"We have a match" Calleigh declared after looking into the microscope and checking the striation "the two bullets are identical"
"So now all we have to do is prove that he's the one who fired it"
CASE 1 - CSI crime lab interrogation room
Horatio looked at the man sitting before him and cringed on the inside. Up until now the conversation has been pleasant, comfortable. But Horatio knew this was about to change drastically. He knew what he was about to ask the man, and he knew there was no way the conversation would continue to be pleasant after he would say what he was about to say.
He hated the fact that he had to do it, that he had to ask, without thinking he found himself glancing behind him at the mirror. He couldn't see through the dark tinted glass but he knew that Jamie was standing behind it, closely observing the whole exchange - for some reason that made him feel even more uncomfortable about what he was about to do.
Sometimes he just hated his job!
"Mr. Kramer we seem to have a little problem" Horatio said as soon as he entered the room "You see: we know where we found Lori and we know that your wife only reported her missing this morning. So the problem I'm having is understanding how in the world did Lori's blood get on your shoes?"
"What are you talking about? I thought I was here to discuss when you are going to release my daughter's body" The man said quickly "wait a minute! You think I killed her? You really think I killed my little girl?"
"I don't think anything Mr. Kramer, I'm just telling the evidence that we found" Horatio said calmly, not letting the accusations in the man's voice rise his temper "Is there any way you can think of for Lori's blood to get to your shoes?"
"I already told you. I don't know" the man said stubbornly and rose to his feet "and now if you will excuse me, I have a funeral to plan."
With that the man pushed his way out of the room.
"It's always different you know?" Speed said from the doorway after Mr. Kramer stormed out of the room "the reactions the loved ones have after someone dies"
"Or maybe that wasn't the reaction of a grieving father" Horatio said carefully, trying to figure out exactly what was bothering about his latest exchange with the father. "maybe it was the reaction of someone who has something to hide"
