Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters, I would love to own Greg though, THANKS FOR ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS, and here it is, another Greg (and Nick) chapter!(I'm having a boring summer) Warning: Contains spoilers from Stalker!
Grissom was scrapping some of the black stuff that Nigel or someone use to write the message on the SUV. Catherine was searching the floor in hope for some shoe prints. Greg was getting some DNA off O'Reilly jacket that the suspect uses to push him down.
"Grissom! I got some DNA off O'Reilly's jacket." Greg announced stepping into the SUV. Grissom threw a plastic cup at him. Looking at it, Greg realizes it was the black stuff from the van's wall. "Do you want me to see what it is?" he asks, knowing the answer. Grissom nodded and tosses him a mini microscope. Sitting in the passenger's seat Greg opened the top and looked through the microscope at the black stuff.
"The surface is rough and bumpy," Greg turned his head to Grissom. "It's spray paint."
Grissom impress with the kid's quick discovery. "How do you know for sure?" he asks.
"I use to take some of my brother's paint stuff and run it under my chemistry set I have." "Paint Stuff?"
Ignoring Grissom's pondering, "We used to spray paint the school with these stuff."
Catherine joined the conversation. "I couldn't find any clear footprints, any luck with the particles from our little message?"
"Spray Paint." Grissom answered.
"Do you guys know any place in Las Vegas where people buy spray paints?" ask Greg.
"Warrick knows, he lived here all his life." Grissom answered, again.
"Call him on the walkie-talkie, Greg run the DNA."
Grissom and Greg eyed her, "Who died and made you boss?" joked Greg.
Catherine gave him a look. Shaking his head, Greg ran off to run the DNA.
"Shall we?" ask Grissom, offering her his arm.
Politely taking his arm she sarcastically replied, "I thought you'd never ask."
They stepped off the SUV and called Warrick.
Greg ran the DNA through the CODIS in the other SUV where the other lab techs and Robbins were. BEEP-BEEP Greg check the computer, it was Nigel Crane. Someone knock on the door of the van.
"It's opened!" Greg yelled.
The doors opened to reveal Nick. "Hey, could you run this bullet for me?" he asks Greg. Taking it Greg ask,"Where did you find it?"
Nick told him about the discovery of the bullet in the seat. Then he handed Greg some fingerprints that they found at the handle of the trunk.
"Could you match this and see if it's Nigel."
Greg nodded and put the DNA through CODIS. Then he turned his attention to the bullet. Without even taking it out of the bag, he handed it back to Nick.
"It's a .45 automatic."
Nick looked at him in surprise. "Are you sure?"
Greg nodded his head. "Hmm-Hmm."
BEEP-BEEP. Greg widens his eyes at the result.
"The DNA at the trunk isn't a match to Nigel or Jack." He turned to Nick "It's Frank Dawson and I think we identify the victim in the car where we found the gun."
Nick looked at Greg, "Do you think Nigel switch the bodies?"
"No, he killed them both with the .45 automatic, they both have a .45 automatic bullet in their heads."
"He just putted them back in the wrong cars."
"Here's where it makes sense, Frank Dawson is the brother of Jack and they both were involved with the robbery at the North Green Casino."
"And the plot continues."
"I guess we have to go check out Frank's car."
"Yeah, now we have two murders with 46 other murders covering it up."
Greg and Nick walked to Frank's car (or Jack's car) to test for evidence. Nick went to the trunk and tried to open it. "Hey Greg, give me a hand with this trunk it's stuck." Greg walked by and together they grabbed a crowbar and try to get it open. It finally shot up in the air and they smiled at the evidence.
"I believe we found the murder weapon," Greg said, imitating a game show host.
Nick took some fingerprints off it. "Got Nigel's fingerprint."
Greg handed him a printout of Nigel's print. Nick looked at Greg and smiled. "It's a match."
Smiling they both got up and high fives each other. They all of sudden stop and heard a ticking noise. Greg kneeled closer to the car and looked underneath the trunk.
"Shit it's a bomb!"
Nick and Greg grabbed the evidence, shoved it in their briefcases, and ran. After getting four feet away from the car, they leaped and hit the ground just as the car exploded. Pieces of the car hit Nick and Greg as their arms covered their heads. Coughing in the smoky air and covered with car metals Nick muttered, "Jeez, I guess this guy really doesn't want to get caught."
"You were right, this guy will kill not to be found." Greg moaned.
They glance at each other just the smoke got to them and they fell into a great pool of darkness.
