This Is Vegas
Warrick was scanning a security tape of the grocery store doors. Grissom walked in to see how he was coming along.
"Hey Warrick, how's the viewing? Shall I get you some popcorn?"
He settled into a chair besides Warrick. Warrick just chuckled and shook his head. He loved viewing tapes, it beat dealing with dead bodies. Like Grissom he also liked to study human behavior. His years of gambling taught him how to read people.
"Man, the things people do when they don't think anybody is looking!" Warrick said with disgust!
Grissom held up his hand, "I don't want to know."
"Well check this out."
Warrick pulled up a split shot of a woman in big sunglasses and baseball cap, her long blonde hair is sticking out the bottom. She was wearing a halter-top that barely covered her plump belly. Her tight jeans looked painted on. In one screen she was carrying a car seat, in the other she isn't.
Warrick explained, "Here is a woman going into the store carrying a car seat with a baby. Five minutes later, same woman sans car seat. Nobody seemed to notice. The bad thing is, she has on a hat and dark sunglasses, can't really see her face."
Grissom tried to optimistic, "But at least we know she is a blonde. Which goes with the evidence found in the victim's car. Brass said not one eyewitness in the store saw anything unusual."
Warrick scoffed, "She was wearing sunglasses at night, that's not unusual?"
"Warrick, this is Vegas."
"Point taken. Who found the baby?"
"A store employee found her when she went to use the bathroom. There was just the baby in the car seat, no one around. However, there was a note left with the baby.
Warrick looked at Grissom, "Are you serious? What did it say?"
"Well it was a woman's handwriting, it just said, 'I can't take care of her. Please find her a good home.' It was on plain notebook paper. We are running prints on it now, same with the car seat."
Warrick shrugged, "Well, at least we got a handwriting sample, now we just need a suspect to compare it to."
Greg overheard Warrick as he walked into the A/V lab. He was nervous that Grissom had heard about his incident with Hodges. He knew Grissom would not approve of violence in the workplace.
Greg smiled, "I think I can help you with that. There are sixteen 1973 Chevy Malibu registered in Nevada, but only five in Las Vegas. Three of them to women. Here's a list."
Grissom grabbed the list, "Hey, it's a start. I'll call Brass. Good job Greg, you're really proving yourself today."
Warrick chuckled, "Yeah, and way to nail Hodges, wish I could have seen it."
Greg's eyes got big and he shook his head at Warrick. Warrick realized that Grissom hadn't heard and cringed. The last thing he wanted to do was get Greg into trouble.
"Excuse me? What did you do to Hodges?" Grissom asked as he eyed Greg suspiciously.
"Um...I think I smell something burning in the DNA lab." Greg said as he rushed out of the room.
Grissom looked at Warrick and asked, "What was that all about?"
"Let's just say, Greg put that little weasel in his place."
Grissom was about to say something, when something on the screen caught his eye.
"Warrick, what is that on the mystery lady's hat? Is that writing?"
"Oh, umm, hold on, let me enlarge that."
Warrick zoomed in until the computer focused on a logo on the front of the mystery woman's hat. It was picture of a beer mug with foam and under the picture was printed "Sudsy's Bar". Warrick looked at Grissom.
"That's where Roger Hammond hangs out. Wonder if he had a little action on the side."
"Well, he didn't want the baby around. Maybe he got someone there to do something about it. I'll call Brass, have him meet us at ole Sudsy's."
Warrick was scanning a security tape of the grocery store doors. Grissom walked in to see how he was coming along.
"Hey Warrick, how's the viewing? Shall I get you some popcorn?"
He settled into a chair besides Warrick. Warrick just chuckled and shook his head. He loved viewing tapes, it beat dealing with dead bodies. Like Grissom he also liked to study human behavior. His years of gambling taught him how to read people.
"Man, the things people do when they don't think anybody is looking!" Warrick said with disgust!
Grissom held up his hand, "I don't want to know."
"Well check this out."
Warrick pulled up a split shot of a woman in big sunglasses and baseball cap, her long blonde hair is sticking out the bottom. She was wearing a halter-top that barely covered her plump belly. Her tight jeans looked painted on. In one screen she was carrying a car seat, in the other she isn't.
Warrick explained, "Here is a woman going into the store carrying a car seat with a baby. Five minutes later, same woman sans car seat. Nobody seemed to notice. The bad thing is, she has on a hat and dark sunglasses, can't really see her face."
Grissom tried to optimistic, "But at least we know she is a blonde. Which goes with the evidence found in the victim's car. Brass said not one eyewitness in the store saw anything unusual."
Warrick scoffed, "She was wearing sunglasses at night, that's not unusual?"
"Warrick, this is Vegas."
"Point taken. Who found the baby?"
"A store employee found her when she went to use the bathroom. There was just the baby in the car seat, no one around. However, there was a note left with the baby.
Warrick looked at Grissom, "Are you serious? What did it say?"
"Well it was a woman's handwriting, it just said, 'I can't take care of her. Please find her a good home.' It was on plain notebook paper. We are running prints on it now, same with the car seat."
Warrick shrugged, "Well, at least we got a handwriting sample, now we just need a suspect to compare it to."
Greg overheard Warrick as he walked into the A/V lab. He was nervous that Grissom had heard about his incident with Hodges. He knew Grissom would not approve of violence in the workplace.
Greg smiled, "I think I can help you with that. There are sixteen 1973 Chevy Malibu registered in Nevada, but only five in Las Vegas. Three of them to women. Here's a list."
Grissom grabbed the list, "Hey, it's a start. I'll call Brass. Good job Greg, you're really proving yourself today."
Warrick chuckled, "Yeah, and way to nail Hodges, wish I could have seen it."
Greg's eyes got big and he shook his head at Warrick. Warrick realized that Grissom hadn't heard and cringed. The last thing he wanted to do was get Greg into trouble.
"Excuse me? What did you do to Hodges?" Grissom asked as he eyed Greg suspiciously.
"Um...I think I smell something burning in the DNA lab." Greg said as he rushed out of the room.
Grissom looked at Warrick and asked, "What was that all about?"
"Let's just say, Greg put that little weasel in his place."
Grissom was about to say something, when something on the screen caught his eye.
"Warrick, what is that on the mystery lady's hat? Is that writing?"
"Oh, umm, hold on, let me enlarge that."
Warrick zoomed in until the computer focused on a logo on the front of the mystery woman's hat. It was picture of a beer mug with foam and under the picture was printed "Sudsy's Bar". Warrick looked at Grissom.
"That's where Roger Hammond hangs out. Wonder if he had a little action on the side."
"Well, he didn't want the baby around. Maybe he got someone there to do something about it. I'll call Brass, have him meet us at ole Sudsy's."
