Well - this is almost the end people..
Have fun with this chapter!
PS - I took a little liberty with the forensic science in this chapter, I don't know if everything I've written here is actually possible but I think it sounds fairly realistic and there is a possibility that it's doable so. Anyway - hope you don't mind the little creative licensing .
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Erik placed the new evidence bag on the desk and started working. He took out the cigarette bud and scraped the tip for a saliva sample, then scraped another sample of the black substance and placed it into another vial. Placing both vials in the analyzer he went back to the cigarette bud and carefully dissected it, careful not to ruin it. When he reached the filter he started pealing it layer by layer - thin as possible - placing each layer carefully according to order. When he was done the small cigarette filter was sliced into about 10 layers.
"What are you doing?" Calleigh's voice behind him startled him from his work
"don't sneak up on me like this Cal" He laughed at her and then turned back to the table and started explaining "I had an idea - you see the saliva is absorbed into the filter in time so I figured that maybe if we could figure out how deep inside the filter it absorbed it might give us an idea on how long was it sitting there"
"You think it's possible?" Calleigh frowned
"Well, it isn't an exact science exactly but it might give us some kind of timeline - maybe a day if we're lucky!"
Just then the analyzed beeped and both of them turned to grab the pages of results it produced.
"What do you know?" Calleigh said sarcastically "The DNA on the cigarette is a total match"
"And I guess I owe you some money" Erik smiled looking down at the page in his hand "because that black substance sure is gun lubricant"
"What can I say!" Calleigh smiled as she walked to the door "some girls recognize and Armani right off the bat - me, I recognize gun lubricants. I'm funny that way"
"Where are you going?" Erik laughed
"I'm going to tell Detective Bernstein to bring in our guy"
* CSI Crime Lab - Case 1
Horatio stood outside the lab and watched Jamie through the glass window as she sat at her desk, writing a report. She didn't seem to notice him - or if she did, she wasn't showing it. He sighed as he made his way inside the room - making sure to close the door behind them. Still, Jamie would not lift her head from her work.
"Jamie" He started carefully and waited.still no response "Jamie, look, I think we need to talk"
"Nothing to say Boss" she said coldly, still not looking at him. The word 'boss' stung even more then her tone of voice - she never referred to him as 'Boss' - in fact, she made it into a principle not to admit he was her superior, treating him as colleague and not a boss.
He Crossed the distance between them and placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look at him "I was out of line James. I know you were doing what you think is right. You were doing your job"
"I meant what I said H" She said softly, the cold tone of her voice from before was gone "I'm not a crystal ball, I'm not psychic - I grasp things differently and we both know that, everything sticks in my head and is just there for me to sort out but all the those things are still educated guesses - nothing more! You can't exploit it like that and I thought you of all people would know that by now!"
"I do" He nodded "And you know how hard it is for me to admit I was wrong" that sentence caused them both to smile "I'm not going to be another person to take advantage of your gift Jamie, I promise you. But you have to trust me too, you have to tell me about your hunches, even if they are just hunches - you have to tell me so we can check them out and find evidence to corroborate or disprove them ok? We won't always follow them - but you have to at least tell me about them. I know sometimes you have a problem sorting all the information in you head but if you tell me we can try to organize it all together ok?"
She nodded and smiled at him "Ok Horatio, you got yourself a deal!"
* CSI Miami Interrogation room - Case 2.
"Well Mr. Wilson it seems like you've been lying to us" Detective Bernstein told the man sitting in the chair before him.
"I already told you. I wasn't there, I have no idea what you are talking about" the man said smugly "Now I've been a real sport about this but I've been sitting in this room for about 2 hours now and I really could use a smoke" as he talked he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out.
"you know it's funny you should mention that" Calleigh smiled at him, uttering her first few words since the beginning of the interrogation two hours ago "Can I see that?" she motioned to the cigarette
"You want one?" Wilson offered with a leer that made Erik want to punch him square in the jaw.
Calleigh smiled and took the offered Cigarette, examining it in her hand. "Marlboro, you know it's funny because that's the same brand as the cigarette we pulled out of your brother's trash. Isn't it Erik?"
"Sure is. And we even found your DNA on it. We also ran a test that places the timeline somewhere around Saturday or Sunday and since the trash is only collected Wednesdays and Fridays - it places you right in the scene at the time of the murder"
"Let's go Mr. Wilson" Bernstein pulled the man up from his chair and started cuffing him. As they started walking out of the room Erik grabbed the cigarette pack that was left on the table and went over to the man.
With a smile he slid the pack into the man's front shirt pocket "You really shouldn't smoke, you know they say these things are really bad for you"
Have fun with this chapter!
PS - I took a little liberty with the forensic science in this chapter, I don't know if everything I've written here is actually possible but I think it sounds fairly realistic and there is a possibility that it's doable so. Anyway - hope you don't mind the little creative licensing .
_________________________________
Erik placed the new evidence bag on the desk and started working. He took out the cigarette bud and scraped the tip for a saliva sample, then scraped another sample of the black substance and placed it into another vial. Placing both vials in the analyzer he went back to the cigarette bud and carefully dissected it, careful not to ruin it. When he reached the filter he started pealing it layer by layer - thin as possible - placing each layer carefully according to order. When he was done the small cigarette filter was sliced into about 10 layers.
"What are you doing?" Calleigh's voice behind him startled him from his work
"don't sneak up on me like this Cal" He laughed at her and then turned back to the table and started explaining "I had an idea - you see the saliva is absorbed into the filter in time so I figured that maybe if we could figure out how deep inside the filter it absorbed it might give us an idea on how long was it sitting there"
"You think it's possible?" Calleigh frowned
"Well, it isn't an exact science exactly but it might give us some kind of timeline - maybe a day if we're lucky!"
Just then the analyzed beeped and both of them turned to grab the pages of results it produced.
"What do you know?" Calleigh said sarcastically "The DNA on the cigarette is a total match"
"And I guess I owe you some money" Erik smiled looking down at the page in his hand "because that black substance sure is gun lubricant"
"What can I say!" Calleigh smiled as she walked to the door "some girls recognize and Armani right off the bat - me, I recognize gun lubricants. I'm funny that way"
"Where are you going?" Erik laughed
"I'm going to tell Detective Bernstein to bring in our guy"
* CSI Crime Lab - Case 1
Horatio stood outside the lab and watched Jamie through the glass window as she sat at her desk, writing a report. She didn't seem to notice him - or if she did, she wasn't showing it. He sighed as he made his way inside the room - making sure to close the door behind them. Still, Jamie would not lift her head from her work.
"Jamie" He started carefully and waited.still no response "Jamie, look, I think we need to talk"
"Nothing to say Boss" she said coldly, still not looking at him. The word 'boss' stung even more then her tone of voice - she never referred to him as 'Boss' - in fact, she made it into a principle not to admit he was her superior, treating him as colleague and not a boss.
He Crossed the distance between them and placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look at him "I was out of line James. I know you were doing what you think is right. You were doing your job"
"I meant what I said H" She said softly, the cold tone of her voice from before was gone "I'm not a crystal ball, I'm not psychic - I grasp things differently and we both know that, everything sticks in my head and is just there for me to sort out but all the those things are still educated guesses - nothing more! You can't exploit it like that and I thought you of all people would know that by now!"
"I do" He nodded "And you know how hard it is for me to admit I was wrong" that sentence caused them both to smile "I'm not going to be another person to take advantage of your gift Jamie, I promise you. But you have to trust me too, you have to tell me about your hunches, even if they are just hunches - you have to tell me so we can check them out and find evidence to corroborate or disprove them ok? We won't always follow them - but you have to at least tell me about them. I know sometimes you have a problem sorting all the information in you head but if you tell me we can try to organize it all together ok?"
She nodded and smiled at him "Ok Horatio, you got yourself a deal!"
* CSI Miami Interrogation room - Case 2.
"Well Mr. Wilson it seems like you've been lying to us" Detective Bernstein told the man sitting in the chair before him.
"I already told you. I wasn't there, I have no idea what you are talking about" the man said smugly "Now I've been a real sport about this but I've been sitting in this room for about 2 hours now and I really could use a smoke" as he talked he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out.
"you know it's funny you should mention that" Calleigh smiled at him, uttering her first few words since the beginning of the interrogation two hours ago "Can I see that?" she motioned to the cigarette
"You want one?" Wilson offered with a leer that made Erik want to punch him square in the jaw.
Calleigh smiled and took the offered Cigarette, examining it in her hand. "Marlboro, you know it's funny because that's the same brand as the cigarette we pulled out of your brother's trash. Isn't it Erik?"
"Sure is. And we even found your DNA on it. We also ran a test that places the timeline somewhere around Saturday or Sunday and since the trash is only collected Wednesdays and Fridays - it places you right in the scene at the time of the murder"
"Let's go Mr. Wilson" Bernstein pulled the man up from his chair and started cuffing him. As they started walking out of the room Erik grabbed the cigarette pack that was left on the table and went over to the man.
With a smile he slid the pack into the man's front shirt pocket "You really shouldn't smoke, you know they say these things are really bad for you"
