"Alright, Sanders, what kind of wounds are these?" Dr. Robbins stood over
the dead body of the burly football player indicating lacerations around
the chest and arm areas, "They look like they wouldn't be deadly but I'll
send a sample of his blood to Tox. And I'll get this odd powder around the
wounds to trace."
Sanders nodded, "Everything you send to anyone in this lab I'll need a sample of as well. I also need impressions of the wounds, if we have a case of illegal endangered animal raising and breeding, I'll have to contact my superior in that area."
"Wow, brilliant Sanders has a superior?" Warrick commented, "I truly had no idea, I'll get casts of the impressions for you though."
"Thanks Warrick, and I don't suppose Greg will be too happy that I need to send samples of all the non-human blood to the Wildlife Forensics Lab in Ashton, Oregon"
"I'll get you the samples by the end of shift, and Greg won't mind assuming you just send the animal evidence, after all he doesn't know how to work with that sort of evidence." Dr. Robbins commented.
****
The autopsy complete the trio headed into the halls connecting the various labs. Except for the members of the day-shift getting ready to head home it seemed oddly quiet.
"Hey if anyone needs me I'll be in the AV lab." Warrick commented and turned into the lab.
"Wildlife Forensics Lab?" Catherine asked as she and Sanders headed to the DNA lab.
"Yeah the official name is the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service National Fish and Wildlife Forensics Lab. . They are the only lab in the world that specializes solely with wildlife forensics. The people working there are far more educated about this field than I am."
"Fascinating, I didn't even know there was an actual branch related to wildlife, I knew there was forensic zoology." Catherine paused as they heard loud music coming from where Greg must be at. "Greg must be in the break room, lets check there first, I really want to learn more about wildlife forensic science, teach me sometime?"
"Sure." Sanders held open the door to the break room as Catherine entered.
Music was blaring from a boom box and Sanders walked over and turned it off.
"Hey!" Greg looked over at where the boom box sat.
"Greg, did you run those partials I got off the leash through AFIS?" Catherine had her attention fixed on Greg and didn't notice the startled look on Sanders face.
"Of course! I was about to page you but decided to wait until night-shift started. But since you're here now." Greg stood up and grabbed his boom box and headed off to the DNA lab.
Sanders and Catherine headed off after Greg, "You found a leash? If possible can I see it, if it is the type of leash I think it is the odds of finding who it is registered to are in our favor, They have a serial number, and even if they are scratched off we can still reveal the number."
"Sure thing Sanders During shift tonight." Sanders nodded and turned to head off to the AV lab but stopped, thought about something, quickly checked her watch, then turned and headed to Grissom's office.
"Sanders, good thing you're here, I was almost about to page you. Now you can't have this cat," The sheriff kicked the cage and the cat took a chunk out of his shoe causing him to curse, "in Gil Grissom's office! It is a nuisance and I am amazed it wasn't put down on scene! Come on who cares if this mutt of a cat is alive, we need it dead anyways! Can't store it as evidence unless it isn't alive!"
Grissom walked in at that moment and placed a hand on Sanders shoulder, he could tell just by her posture she was about to punch the Sheriff, and knowing her, she would find someway that would leave the Sheriff in pain for several days. "Sheriff, I do believe I asked to meet you in the break room." He kept his hand on her shoulder his body posture telling her that she needed to stay quiet.
"Well it's a good thing that I didn't! Look at this cat!" He pulled out his gun causing Sanders to lurch forward a bit. "I might as well shoot it, I mean it's not like it's a crime."
Grissom let go of her shoulder and Sanders darted forward in-between the Sheriff and the feline, the look in her eye simply stated, 'you are such an idiot' she spat at him, "Yes it is a crime, and that is an extremely rare species! If you shoot it you would be violating several laws, and currently several extremely important people are following this case, and they are insisting that I stay a part of it in order to insure that no harm comes to this feline! And you can have live animals as evidence, several cases have used live animals as evidence, they don't bring them into the courtroom but there are other methods! You are"
Grissom swiftly cut her off and stepped between the two knowing Sanders might lunge at the Sheriff, "Sheriff, I need this cat alive and if you try to intervene, well, you shall be arrested." He spoke in a calm yet assertive voice.
"And who would do that? Come on, no one really cares what happens to this cat, what Sanders said is simply hot air." The Sheriff's face was turning red and he spoke angrily. He glanced up and saw that Sanders certainly fit the description of someone who could handle huge, incredibly dangerous animals with just a pair of leather gloves and her wits, her general appearance caused his voice to drop several decibels, "What, the officials are who, the FBI? Come on they wouldn't bother with a case that involved a cat."
"Actually they would and yes, the FBI are monitoring this case, and if you allow me to do what I do best, it will look very good for you." Sanders appeared much calmer now that she was separating the cat from the Sheriff.
"Fine. Grissom, we'll talk later." The Sheriff looking highly pissed off as he stormed out nearly running over Greg who was yelled at for about thirty seconds over various things including his appearance.
"Whoa, what's with the Sheriff?" Greg looked ruffled as he handed Sanders a paper, "Just faxed from the Wildlife Crime Lab in Oregon."
"Greg, could you feed the feline? There's some meat in the icebox next to his cage." Sanders was looking over the paper intently, she didn't even lift her eyes to watch as Greg cautiously walked up to the icebox grabbed a piece of meat and very comically, though probably not intending to be, tossed the meat into the cat's cage. "Amazing, well I was right tiger blood in him. this cat has Jaguar, Siberian Tiger, Lion, and an unknown species in him. amazing isn't it? Just how up to date the national wildlife lab is? They ran the DNA, and want to know if I would be willing to help them later in the year with some cases" She smiled and headed to the phone to make a call saying 'Sure, I'll be following that case you are dealing with now.' She knew that she would be needed in a few minutes but would catch up with her friend who worked there and had just gotten of work for the day, she pulled out her phone and dialed.
Sanders nodded, "Everything you send to anyone in this lab I'll need a sample of as well. I also need impressions of the wounds, if we have a case of illegal endangered animal raising and breeding, I'll have to contact my superior in that area."
"Wow, brilliant Sanders has a superior?" Warrick commented, "I truly had no idea, I'll get casts of the impressions for you though."
"Thanks Warrick, and I don't suppose Greg will be too happy that I need to send samples of all the non-human blood to the Wildlife Forensics Lab in Ashton, Oregon"
"I'll get you the samples by the end of shift, and Greg won't mind assuming you just send the animal evidence, after all he doesn't know how to work with that sort of evidence." Dr. Robbins commented.
****
The autopsy complete the trio headed into the halls connecting the various labs. Except for the members of the day-shift getting ready to head home it seemed oddly quiet.
"Hey if anyone needs me I'll be in the AV lab." Warrick commented and turned into the lab.
"Wildlife Forensics Lab?" Catherine asked as she and Sanders headed to the DNA lab.
"Yeah the official name is the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service National Fish and Wildlife Forensics Lab. . They are the only lab in the world that specializes solely with wildlife forensics. The people working there are far more educated about this field than I am."
"Fascinating, I didn't even know there was an actual branch related to wildlife, I knew there was forensic zoology." Catherine paused as they heard loud music coming from where Greg must be at. "Greg must be in the break room, lets check there first, I really want to learn more about wildlife forensic science, teach me sometime?"
"Sure." Sanders held open the door to the break room as Catherine entered.
Music was blaring from a boom box and Sanders walked over and turned it off.
"Hey!" Greg looked over at where the boom box sat.
"Greg, did you run those partials I got off the leash through AFIS?" Catherine had her attention fixed on Greg and didn't notice the startled look on Sanders face.
"Of course! I was about to page you but decided to wait until night-shift started. But since you're here now." Greg stood up and grabbed his boom box and headed off to the DNA lab.
Sanders and Catherine headed off after Greg, "You found a leash? If possible can I see it, if it is the type of leash I think it is the odds of finding who it is registered to are in our favor, They have a serial number, and even if they are scratched off we can still reveal the number."
"Sure thing Sanders During shift tonight." Sanders nodded and turned to head off to the AV lab but stopped, thought about something, quickly checked her watch, then turned and headed to Grissom's office.
"Sanders, good thing you're here, I was almost about to page you. Now you can't have this cat," The sheriff kicked the cage and the cat took a chunk out of his shoe causing him to curse, "in Gil Grissom's office! It is a nuisance and I am amazed it wasn't put down on scene! Come on who cares if this mutt of a cat is alive, we need it dead anyways! Can't store it as evidence unless it isn't alive!"
Grissom walked in at that moment and placed a hand on Sanders shoulder, he could tell just by her posture she was about to punch the Sheriff, and knowing her, she would find someway that would leave the Sheriff in pain for several days. "Sheriff, I do believe I asked to meet you in the break room." He kept his hand on her shoulder his body posture telling her that she needed to stay quiet.
"Well it's a good thing that I didn't! Look at this cat!" He pulled out his gun causing Sanders to lurch forward a bit. "I might as well shoot it, I mean it's not like it's a crime."
Grissom let go of her shoulder and Sanders darted forward in-between the Sheriff and the feline, the look in her eye simply stated, 'you are such an idiot' she spat at him, "Yes it is a crime, and that is an extremely rare species! If you shoot it you would be violating several laws, and currently several extremely important people are following this case, and they are insisting that I stay a part of it in order to insure that no harm comes to this feline! And you can have live animals as evidence, several cases have used live animals as evidence, they don't bring them into the courtroom but there are other methods! You are"
Grissom swiftly cut her off and stepped between the two knowing Sanders might lunge at the Sheriff, "Sheriff, I need this cat alive and if you try to intervene, well, you shall be arrested." He spoke in a calm yet assertive voice.
"And who would do that? Come on, no one really cares what happens to this cat, what Sanders said is simply hot air." The Sheriff's face was turning red and he spoke angrily. He glanced up and saw that Sanders certainly fit the description of someone who could handle huge, incredibly dangerous animals with just a pair of leather gloves and her wits, her general appearance caused his voice to drop several decibels, "What, the officials are who, the FBI? Come on they wouldn't bother with a case that involved a cat."
"Actually they would and yes, the FBI are monitoring this case, and if you allow me to do what I do best, it will look very good for you." Sanders appeared much calmer now that she was separating the cat from the Sheriff.
"Fine. Grissom, we'll talk later." The Sheriff looking highly pissed off as he stormed out nearly running over Greg who was yelled at for about thirty seconds over various things including his appearance.
"Whoa, what's with the Sheriff?" Greg looked ruffled as he handed Sanders a paper, "Just faxed from the Wildlife Crime Lab in Oregon."
"Greg, could you feed the feline? There's some meat in the icebox next to his cage." Sanders was looking over the paper intently, she didn't even lift her eyes to watch as Greg cautiously walked up to the icebox grabbed a piece of meat and very comically, though probably not intending to be, tossed the meat into the cat's cage. "Amazing, well I was right tiger blood in him. this cat has Jaguar, Siberian Tiger, Lion, and an unknown species in him. amazing isn't it? Just how up to date the national wildlife lab is? They ran the DNA, and want to know if I would be willing to help them later in the year with some cases" She smiled and headed to the phone to make a call saying 'Sure, I'll be following that case you are dealing with now.' She knew that she would be needed in a few minutes but would catch up with her friend who worked there and had just gotten of work for the day, she pulled out her phone and dialed.
