Rating G or PG. This chapter's pretty tame.
A/N: Almost finished! YAY! Please R&R!
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Sara sighed as she followed closely behind Brass into Melody's apartment, both guns drawn. When he paused at the door she hissed, "Hurry up!"
Grissom grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. He motioned for Catherine to follow Brass. When they were both inside he turned to Sara. "Don't make me regret this! I brought you because I thought you could handle this. Let me know now if you can't."
Sara stared at him for a long moment before shaking her head, "No, I'm fine. Let's go," she turned and quickly entered the house.
"Where's Brass?" Grissom asked. He walked in as Catherine emerged from the kitchen, holstering her gun.
"He wanted to check the bedrooms, the rest of the place is clear."
"Um, it's all clear. He's gone," Brass said slowly as he put his gun in its place, "I'm sorry," Brass finally said shaking his head, "I'm going to check with the neighbors, see what they know." Grissom and Catherine glanced at Sara, knowing how close the two had become. Sara took off towards the bedroom, her kit in hand. The two criminalists followed her quickly.
"Wow. That's a sight you never get used to," Catherine managed, "It's like the Sharon Tate murder all over again," she muttered. Sara just stared at her, "You know, the actress, one of Charlie Manson's victims," Catherine clarified.
"Yeah, I know who she was," Sara said, "We better get to work."
"Only Sharon Tate was pregnant when she was murdered." Grissom pointed out. Catherine and Sara exchanged glances, "Why am I always out of the loop on these things?" Grissom asked. Sighing he said, "Sara, do perimeter. Cath-" Sara cut Grissom off.
"No. No, it's okay. I wanna do it."
"Sara, this isn't-"
"No, Gris, I have to do this. For her. I wanna catch this bastard."
Grissom looked at Catherine, who merely shrugged. "Okay," he relented, "Cath, perimeter. Especially doors and windows, since her apartment is on the first floor. I'll check the other rooms." Catherine nodded and left, Grissom turned back to Sara, "Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"Yeah, I've got it. Don't worry," Sara assured him.
"Alright, yell if you need anything."
"I will," Sara promised. Grissom watched her for a minute before going about his own job.
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"Where is everyone?" Greg asked as he walked into the break room to get a cup of coffee.
"I dunno. They left Warrick and me here a few hours ago. Haven't heard from them since," Nick said.
"Oh, how are your cases going?" Greg asked suspiciously. Neither of them had been in to pester him with requests for DNA matches or anything else.
"Heart attack," Nick said. "They didn't need my services after all."
"What about you?" Greg asked Warrick.
"The kid choked on a hot dog, no foul play observed." Warrick sighed, "Try Grissom again." Greg started rooting through the fridge.
"Okay." Nick pulled out his cell and speed dialed Grissom's number. "Damn! Why doesn't he answer?"
"I don't know, but I want to go home," Warrick whined, "This is boring, I don't have any paperwork to finish, and my case was a dud." Greg pulled out a hunk of cheese and flung it a Warrick. "What was that for?"
"Oh, I just thought you'd want some cheese with that whine!" he grinned playfully.
"Thanks but no thanks. I don't like moldy cheese," Warrick threw the rotten cheese towards the garbage can, barely missing. Greg laughed and wandered over to pick it up.
"Warrick, if you're really bored, you can work on my robbery. I'm just procrastinating now."
"You're still haven't solved it?" Warrick asked incredulously. Nick glared at him.
"Cool! You know how much penicillin you could make with this?" Greg asked rhetorically as he dropped it in the trashcan.
"Not enough to cure all your problems," Warrick said.
"Fine! Then I'll go back to my lab where I'm wanted and needed." Greg glared at Warrick before leaving the break room. Nick laughed at Greg's hurt look.
"Aw, come on, man. You know we love ya," Nick said. He hated to see their usually perky lab rat disappointed.
"Really?" Greg smiled and peeked into the room.
"Does Sara know you swing that way?" Warrick teased.
"Warrick, I'll kill you." Nick threatened playfully, "I'm a CSI, I can plan the perfect murder."
"Not if I have anything to say about it."
"Well if you were dead, you wouldn't be saying much," Nick pointed out.
"Wait. Guys, get back to the part about Nick screwing Sara," Greg said.
Nick's jaw dropped, "I'm not screwing Sara."
"Then what do you call it?" Warrick asked.
"I- uh, we- I- I take the fifth," Nick said.
"Uh, huh. People only do that if they have something to hide." Warrick and Greg pointed out.
"Right, well, I-uh," Nick was cut off by his cell phone ringing. "Stokes."
"Nick," He recognized Catherine's hurried voice.
"Where in the hell have you been?" he asked.
"I'll explain later. Tell Greg to finish up what he's working on. We're on our way back and we have a ton of stuff for him. Meet us outside in ten. We have some bad news."
"Okay. You know, Melody hasn't shown up yet." Nick realized aloud.
"Just meet us outside," Catherine said before hanging up.
"Greg, that was Catherine. Make sure you are finished with everything. They have a bunch of stuff for you to do."
"Oh, great. I finally get caught up and they bring in a shit load of stuff."
"What's going on?" Warrick asked.
"I don't know, but we have to meet them outside. Catherine said she'd tell us then," Nick and Warrick hurried out of the break room. They stood outside for a few minutes, making small talk about sports when they saw the Tahoe enter the parking lot. They hurried over to where Grissom was parking. Nick opened up the passenger side door before the car was at a complete stop, "What's going on?"
"Help us get this inside," Catherine pointed to the back of the SUV. Warrick opened the back and groaned.
"Where did this come from?"
"Just get it to Greg. I want us to get as much as possible done in the next hour. I don't want Ecklie to have any reason to take this case," Grissom said.
"But it's still our shift, the only way Ecklie would be able to is if-" Warrick stopped as he realized what was going on. "Oh God."
"What?" Nick said.
"He's a little slow," Warrick informed them, "He still hasn't solved the robbery." Warrick grabbed the box from the back of the vehicle."
"Nick!" Grissom said, "I thought you had that done!"
"Not yet. I'll get on it as soon as you tell me what's going on."
"Melody was killed tonight," Catherine said quietly.
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A/N: Almost finished! YAY! Please R&R!
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Sara sighed as she followed closely behind Brass into Melody's apartment, both guns drawn. When he paused at the door she hissed, "Hurry up!"
Grissom grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. He motioned for Catherine to follow Brass. When they were both inside he turned to Sara. "Don't make me regret this! I brought you because I thought you could handle this. Let me know now if you can't."
Sara stared at him for a long moment before shaking her head, "No, I'm fine. Let's go," she turned and quickly entered the house.
"Where's Brass?" Grissom asked. He walked in as Catherine emerged from the kitchen, holstering her gun.
"He wanted to check the bedrooms, the rest of the place is clear."
"Um, it's all clear. He's gone," Brass said slowly as he put his gun in its place, "I'm sorry," Brass finally said shaking his head, "I'm going to check with the neighbors, see what they know." Grissom and Catherine glanced at Sara, knowing how close the two had become. Sara took off towards the bedroom, her kit in hand. The two criminalists followed her quickly.
"Wow. That's a sight you never get used to," Catherine managed, "It's like the Sharon Tate murder all over again," she muttered. Sara just stared at her, "You know, the actress, one of Charlie Manson's victims," Catherine clarified.
"Yeah, I know who she was," Sara said, "We better get to work."
"Only Sharon Tate was pregnant when she was murdered." Grissom pointed out. Catherine and Sara exchanged glances, "Why am I always out of the loop on these things?" Grissom asked. Sighing he said, "Sara, do perimeter. Cath-" Sara cut Grissom off.
"No. No, it's okay. I wanna do it."
"Sara, this isn't-"
"No, Gris, I have to do this. For her. I wanna catch this bastard."
Grissom looked at Catherine, who merely shrugged. "Okay," he relented, "Cath, perimeter. Especially doors and windows, since her apartment is on the first floor. I'll check the other rooms." Catherine nodded and left, Grissom turned back to Sara, "Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"Yeah, I've got it. Don't worry," Sara assured him.
"Alright, yell if you need anything."
"I will," Sara promised. Grissom watched her for a minute before going about his own job.
***
"Where is everyone?" Greg asked as he walked into the break room to get a cup of coffee.
"I dunno. They left Warrick and me here a few hours ago. Haven't heard from them since," Nick said.
"Oh, how are your cases going?" Greg asked suspiciously. Neither of them had been in to pester him with requests for DNA matches or anything else.
"Heart attack," Nick said. "They didn't need my services after all."
"What about you?" Greg asked Warrick.
"The kid choked on a hot dog, no foul play observed." Warrick sighed, "Try Grissom again." Greg started rooting through the fridge.
"Okay." Nick pulled out his cell and speed dialed Grissom's number. "Damn! Why doesn't he answer?"
"I don't know, but I want to go home," Warrick whined, "This is boring, I don't have any paperwork to finish, and my case was a dud." Greg pulled out a hunk of cheese and flung it a Warrick. "What was that for?"
"Oh, I just thought you'd want some cheese with that whine!" he grinned playfully.
"Thanks but no thanks. I don't like moldy cheese," Warrick threw the rotten cheese towards the garbage can, barely missing. Greg laughed and wandered over to pick it up.
"Warrick, if you're really bored, you can work on my robbery. I'm just procrastinating now."
"You're still haven't solved it?" Warrick asked incredulously. Nick glared at him.
"Cool! You know how much penicillin you could make with this?" Greg asked rhetorically as he dropped it in the trashcan.
"Not enough to cure all your problems," Warrick said.
"Fine! Then I'll go back to my lab where I'm wanted and needed." Greg glared at Warrick before leaving the break room. Nick laughed at Greg's hurt look.
"Aw, come on, man. You know we love ya," Nick said. He hated to see their usually perky lab rat disappointed.
"Really?" Greg smiled and peeked into the room.
"Does Sara know you swing that way?" Warrick teased.
"Warrick, I'll kill you." Nick threatened playfully, "I'm a CSI, I can plan the perfect murder."
"Not if I have anything to say about it."
"Well if you were dead, you wouldn't be saying much," Nick pointed out.
"Wait. Guys, get back to the part about Nick screwing Sara," Greg said.
Nick's jaw dropped, "I'm not screwing Sara."
"Then what do you call it?" Warrick asked.
"I- uh, we- I- I take the fifth," Nick said.
"Uh, huh. People only do that if they have something to hide." Warrick and Greg pointed out.
"Right, well, I-uh," Nick was cut off by his cell phone ringing. "Stokes."
"Nick," He recognized Catherine's hurried voice.
"Where in the hell have you been?" he asked.
"I'll explain later. Tell Greg to finish up what he's working on. We're on our way back and we have a ton of stuff for him. Meet us outside in ten. We have some bad news."
"Okay. You know, Melody hasn't shown up yet." Nick realized aloud.
"Just meet us outside," Catherine said before hanging up.
"Greg, that was Catherine. Make sure you are finished with everything. They have a bunch of stuff for you to do."
"Oh, great. I finally get caught up and they bring in a shit load of stuff."
"What's going on?" Warrick asked.
"I don't know, but we have to meet them outside. Catherine said she'd tell us then," Nick and Warrick hurried out of the break room. They stood outside for a few minutes, making small talk about sports when they saw the Tahoe enter the parking lot. They hurried over to where Grissom was parking. Nick opened up the passenger side door before the car was at a complete stop, "What's going on?"
"Help us get this inside," Catherine pointed to the back of the SUV. Warrick opened the back and groaned.
"Where did this come from?"
"Just get it to Greg. I want us to get as much as possible done in the next hour. I don't want Ecklie to have any reason to take this case," Grissom said.
"But it's still our shift, the only way Ecklie would be able to is if-" Warrick stopped as he realized what was going on. "Oh God."
"What?" Nick said.
"He's a little slow," Warrick informed them, "He still hasn't solved the robbery." Warrick grabbed the box from the back of the vehicle."
"Nick!" Grissom said, "I thought you had that done!"
"Not yet. I'll get on it as soon as you tell me what's going on."
"Melody was killed tonight," Catherine said quietly.
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