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"Is this going to take long?" the Trucker asked. His name was Mr. Ty, but Catherine would have been happier calling him "Trucker" the entire time.
"Not if you cooperate." She said to him looking at Grissom who wore a stern expression.
"Mr. Ty, please tell us how you came about this scene here." Grissom asked. Catherine could tell that he was in no mood to question the guy right now.
"Well, I was comin' down the road here, and I noticed that there was this car here." Mr. Ty said pointing to the red car, "I then noticed the light, and thought I should stop because it was on red. I sat here for about ten minutes before I realized the light wasn't goin' change. I got out of my car and walked over to the one here, only to see that the guy in the passenger's side had been shot."
"You said that the light was red?" Grissom inquired turning around to look at the light on this road. There wasn't any signal at the moment.
"Yes, it was. That's why I stopped. When I saw the guy shot, I got on my radio and called the police. It was about ten minutes later when the light changed from red, to then yellow, then to green, then went out." Mr. Ty said chomping away on the gum in his mouth. Catherine thought he slightly resembled a cow.
"What about the other car, the green one?" Grissom asked indicating to the car on the opposite side of the road.
"Oh, that one. Well, I didn't go over to see it. It was smashed, so I thought it would be better just to wait till the police came."
"Did you see what the car hit?" Grissom asked. He was starting to get frustrated.
"Uh, no. Nothing was there. I thought that was a bit strange."
"Is there anything else you can tell us?" Grissom asked, getting restless. He wanted to move on with the investigation and not spend the whole night talking him.
"Nope. Didn't touch anything, didn't see anything else. Can I go now? I got to get this meat to Texas now." Mr. Ty said turning to go back to his car.
"He doesn't know anything." Catherine said turning to Grissom as Mr. Ty went back to his truck. She sighted, "I guess we're just going to have to use the evidence."
"People can't always be trusted." Grissom said as the two of them walked back to Warrick and the car.
"But it's nice to think that you can trust people. If not, the world would be in a sorrier state than it is now."
Grissom gave her a sideways glance, and Catherine turned to face him now. "Sorry if I came off hard on you earlier. I didn't mean to be pushy."
"You pushy? Never." Grissom replied with a smile.
"I just want to make sure you aren't going to do anything foolish."
"And when have I ever done something foolish?"
"I can think of a lot of times…" Catherine said, but didn't go on to list all of the times she had saved his butt, because they had arrived back at the car and Warrick was bagging the crowbar.
"I figured we could try and get some prints off of this." He said sealing the bag up. "And it would be a good idea to take the car back to the lab. The passenger had a wallet on him. His name is Bret Verb, and he's from the city. No money is his wallet though, and nothing else out of the ordinary."
"Why do you want the car back at the lab?" Catherine questioned.
"Well, we don't know who the driver was yet. I figured that I'd find some prints and cross-reference them with Bret's here. The second print would then be our driver's and we'd have someone to look for." Warrick said sounding pretty proud with what he had decided to do.
"Did you do the steering wheel already?" Grissom asked noticing an absent of power.
"No, I didn't want to because I thought they would just get smudged when the car is being towed."
"The won't get smudged Warrick, do it now." Grissom said and wandered off in the other direction.
"What is up his butt?" Warrick mumbled Catherine after Grissom was out of ear shot.
"God knows anymore. Come on, I'll help you dust for prints." She said shaking her head and removed some of the power from her kit and the two of them set to work.
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"You might beg to differ, but I never really was a real tomboy Nick." Sara said as the two of the trudged through the woods looking for whatever the car had crashed into. "I've never really liked the outdoors, and I am not a big fan of bugs. Stupid mosquitoes." She grumbled swatting another one away from her.
The two of them had decided to follow the drag marks and it led them down a small embankment off the road, and then into the woods. Nick carried a flashlight out in front of him, and Sara was practically on top of him fearing that the boogieman was going to jump out at any second in front of them. Nick could only laugh at this, knowing that he had found one of Sara's weaknesses.
"Nick, can't we just wait until it gets light out? Or can't we send on of the cops in to do this?" she asked hurriedly as if someone was going to over hear them talking.
"Sara, chill out, okay? We'll be fine. I don't think we are going to have to head in too far to find what we are…OOMPH!" Nick stumbled forward and crashed into the ground. Sara tried to grab him, but she was too late. He fell with a thud.
"Nick!" Sara screeched and took a step forward. That's when she tripped over the object in the midst of their path, and fell on top of Nick. For a second the two of them lay there in shock, and then Sara rolled off him and into the dirt. It took a second for her to recollect herself and shuddered at the thought of what had just happened.
"I never thought you'd fall for me, Sara." Nick said moving to the side and getting to his knees.
"Don't flatter yourself too much." She replied sharply as Nick reached out and grabbed her hand to help her up. "What did we fall over?" she then questioned as Nick picked up his flashlight and shined it over to where the object lay. The light illuminated what looked like a ladder to both of them, and Sara crept closer for a better look.
"There are some traces of green paint here on the side, and it looks like a shard of glass on the top." Sara stated turning to look at Nick.
"Ok then, this is what the car crashed into. But why was it then dragged here? Someone must have moved it from on top of that green car. And why hide it in the woods?" Nick questioned, "Do you think we can get this back to the road by ourselves?"
Sara looked down at the ladder. It was quite a lot bigger than any other ladder she had seen, and it was metal. It weighed probably about a hundred pounds, she thought. Sara was in no mood to lug a ladder through the woods – and she wasn't all that sure she could take it – but she wasn't about to tell Nick that.
"I think I could handle that." She said warily said as she walked over and hoisted the ladder up with Nick.
Fifteen minutes later the two of them emerged from the forest bickering at each other. "Nick! You are going to fast!" "Sara, can't you bring your end up a little more? I feel like I'm taking all of the weight!" "So much for your claim of being a big strong man…"
They dropped the ladder on the road with a thud, and realized that everyone else was standing there staring at them. "We found a ladder." Nick said whipping a bead of sweat off his forehead. Even though it was night, it was still hot, and the ladder had not been easy to carry, especially after he had walked into a tree, and Sara then dropped her end, causing Nick to drop his, and it landed on his foot.
"That's great." Catherine replied giving him a strange look.
"No, we think this ladder is what the car over there hit." Sara said pointing to the car in front of them. A tow truck had showed up and had already towed the red car, and was not working on this one.
"Good work." Grissom stated and picked up his kit. "I think we have collected enough evidence from the scene. Now we've got to work with what we have. You got some prints off the red car, right Warrick?" he said as he turned to walk towards his car.
"Yah, a couple, but I still want to fume it once we get back to the lab." Warrick said as he followed Grissom to the car.
Sara saw them starting to go, "Wait, what are we supposed to do with this ladder?" she asked. She was in no mood to process the thing right here and wanted to take it back to the lab and fume it with the car Warrick was going to do.
"Can you bag it?" Grissom asked sarcastically and smiled.
"I could try." Sara replied smiling back.
"Get into the car," Catherine said practically pushing Grissom into the driver's seat. "And I'll see you back at the lab. I'm going to finish up here." she said as Grissom pulled the door shut behind him. He then started up the car and drove back to the lab. Warrick did the same.
"So you found this in the woods, huh?" Catherine then asked turning her attention to Sara and Nick who were examining the ladder now out in the open.
"Yah, I think it's too dark to go back and search the area where we found it. Don't worry, we marked it." Sara declared as she closed her kit up.
"We did?" Nick asked in confusion.
"We'll just find the mark we left when we fell. We hit pretty hard." she responded with, and Catherine's eyes widened. "No, not like that." Sara said shaking her head. "Nick and I tripped over the stupid thing."
"Right. Well I'm going to go tell the police officers we are all down here, and then we can get back to the lab ourselves." Catherine said and wandered off in the other direction.
"Grissom is going to get jealous if you start taking about us like that." Nick said slyly.
"Oh grow up and help me load this into the back of my car." Sara said shooting him a nasty look. "But Grissom doesn't need to know I fell on top of you." She then said softly.
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Et maintenant, la revue s'il vous plaît. (Because i got to work on my French.)
*a.l.