Authors Note;
Thanks for the reviews.A little more fun here at Jim's expense!
NINE
MAKE YOUR DEPOSIT HERE
NO AMOUNT IS TOO SMALL
BE FIRST AT ONE HUNDRED
'What the hell does that mean?' Brass sank his teeth into the extra large hamburger. Catherine had kicked her boots off next to him and sat back against the cushions with a deep sigh.
Grissom chewed thoughtfully on his sandwich and poured over the map.
'Deposit. Must be a bank. There are four located on this map.'
'Yeah, well I'm glad it says no amount is too small.'
'I get the feeling that we aren't talking about money here.' At that moment Grissom's beeper decided to explode into noise. 'Gotta go. Listen,' he continued standing and passing both clue and map to Catherine,' The last line maybe something to do with the address of this bank. If you work anything out, becareful, and keep me posted so at least we know where you might be. Just in case.' Then he was gone.
Catherine grabbed a telephone directory and looked over the addresses of the banks located on the map. None showed any resemblance to the last line of the clue. Brass finished the last of his meal and tossed the carton into the waste bin next to the sofa then sat back and looked across at Catherine.
'You wanna have dinner with me sometime?' he suddenly asked.
'What we having now?'
'Dinner.'
'There, we've had dinner.'
'No, I mean real dinner.'
'Like in a restaurant?'
'Yeah, you know we can have food on plates and knives and forks and everything.'
Catherine cocked her head to one side and narrowed her eyes. Eventually she smiled.
'Thanks, but....' Brass gave a wry smile.
'I know.' He stopped her finishing the sentence not knowing weather he wanted to spare her embarrassment or his own disappointment. 'Forget I even asked. I'm just tired. Stupid eh?'
'Not stupid. Sweet, and I'll forget what you just asked. Now......how about looking up what's on First Street?'
The detective's office was square, neat, business-like and small. Catherine drew up a chair next to Jim as he sat at his desk and tapped away at the keyboard of the computer. He entered his password and clicked on the Voter's Register then put in the address of 100 First Street, Las Vegas in the search bar before hitting the send button. Within seconds the name Honeycombe Clinic flashed across the screen.
'Never heard of it,' said Catherine looking at the clue again. 'Maybe I was wrong to guess the address.
'Well it's not a bank, that's for sure. Although this program is well over a year old. Maybe the building's changed over to a bank.Jeez,' he looked at his watch, 'It's almost nine in the morning. Wanna check it out before bedtime?'
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Brass flashed his badge at the secretary sitting behind the large wooden reception desk.
'Can i help you detective?' she asked in a crisp manner.
'I need some information about the building.'
'I'm afraid I'm new here.I don't know much about it, I'll call Dr Honeycombe, he's the director of the clinic. One moment please.' The woman picked up a phone and her fingers flew over the buttons. She spoke rapidly for a few moments before turning back to the waiting policeman and CSI. 'If you'd like to go up, the Dr will see you. Take the elevator to the second floor and it's the third door on the right.'
Catherine thanked her and together they rode the elevator to the directed floor and were met by a large man in his 50's at the designated doorway.
'Captain Brass,' he boomed in a vibrant baritone. 'I've been expecting you.'
'You have?' Jim sounded dubious.
'Yes, we need men like you. Aren't enough of them. So much goes to waste, they don't realise what good can come of storing it for future use.'
Dr Honeycombe invited the pair in and offered two seats in front of his desk. Catherine sat down slowly, Brass remained standing.
'I don't understand,' Catherine said. 'We're here about an investigation.'
'What is it you DO here Doc?'
'I'm a gynocologist of course. We carry out IVF on women. We're also one of the top seminal fluid collection facilities in Nevada.' Brass's face drained in colour as he slumped into the vacant chair.
'Wait a minute,' Catherine half laughed, 'This is a SPERM BANK?' She failed to supress a huge grin.
'It's one of our many functions, yes. I get the feeling you weren't aware of this?'
'Don't you think if we had been Doctor, Brass wouldn't be as pale as he is right now.' They both looked at the cop who appeared to be suffering from a severe case of shock. 'Well the gentleman who called and made the appointment said his friend was a single gentleman with no plans to marry, a hectic job and wanted to well, give something back to the community. He said he would be along, make a 'deposit' and then...'
'You were to hand him something?'
'Yes, an envelope.'
'Did this man leave a name?'
'Of course.' The Doctor went behind his desk and shuffled through his diary. 'Yes, his name was Nicholas Stokes.'
'You can just give me the envelope and we'll call it quits.' Brass found his voice altough it was shaky.
'I'm afraid not.'
'why not?'
'Strict instructions. Something for something. No effort, no envelope. If you leave, you leave without the envelope.'
'I could arrest you for obstructing an investigation.'
'An investigation into what?' Brass's mind whirred with action, looking for an excuse. He found none.
'I'll go tell the nurse to make a room ready for you.' When he had left the room, Jim's head fell into his hands and he groaned loudly. Catherine on the other hand was trying so desperately to hold back the giggles her stomach ached. A nurse in blue scrubs appeared at the doorway.
'If you'd like to follow me,' she sang cheerfully. Brass rose from his seat. The nurse pushed a small container into his hand. 'It's going to be the cubicle at the end of the corridor, there are some magazines but if you want your wife to help out then that's fine too.'
Brass looked horrified as Catherine followed him down the corridor.
'Where in the damnation you think you're going Ms Willows?' he challenged.
'With you.'
'Like hell.'
'Earlier on you asked me out to dinner. What did you have planned after that?'
'You turned me down. Besides,' he whined,'I can't do this in front of anyone else......could YOU?' Stepping into the cublicle, he slammed the door shut between them. Seconds later Catherine all but collapsed into the waiting room chair from laughter.
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Thanks for the reviews.A little more fun here at Jim's expense!
NINE
MAKE YOUR DEPOSIT HERE
NO AMOUNT IS TOO SMALL
BE FIRST AT ONE HUNDRED
'What the hell does that mean?' Brass sank his teeth into the extra large hamburger. Catherine had kicked her boots off next to him and sat back against the cushions with a deep sigh.
Grissom chewed thoughtfully on his sandwich and poured over the map.
'Deposit. Must be a bank. There are four located on this map.'
'Yeah, well I'm glad it says no amount is too small.'
'I get the feeling that we aren't talking about money here.' At that moment Grissom's beeper decided to explode into noise. 'Gotta go. Listen,' he continued standing and passing both clue and map to Catherine,' The last line maybe something to do with the address of this bank. If you work anything out, becareful, and keep me posted so at least we know where you might be. Just in case.' Then he was gone.
Catherine grabbed a telephone directory and looked over the addresses of the banks located on the map. None showed any resemblance to the last line of the clue. Brass finished the last of his meal and tossed the carton into the waste bin next to the sofa then sat back and looked across at Catherine.
'You wanna have dinner with me sometime?' he suddenly asked.
'What we having now?'
'Dinner.'
'There, we've had dinner.'
'No, I mean real dinner.'
'Like in a restaurant?'
'Yeah, you know we can have food on plates and knives and forks and everything.'
Catherine cocked her head to one side and narrowed her eyes. Eventually she smiled.
'Thanks, but....' Brass gave a wry smile.
'I know.' He stopped her finishing the sentence not knowing weather he wanted to spare her embarrassment or his own disappointment. 'Forget I even asked. I'm just tired. Stupid eh?'
'Not stupid. Sweet, and I'll forget what you just asked. Now......how about looking up what's on First Street?'
The detective's office was square, neat, business-like and small. Catherine drew up a chair next to Jim as he sat at his desk and tapped away at the keyboard of the computer. He entered his password and clicked on the Voter's Register then put in the address of 100 First Street, Las Vegas in the search bar before hitting the send button. Within seconds the name Honeycombe Clinic flashed across the screen.
'Never heard of it,' said Catherine looking at the clue again. 'Maybe I was wrong to guess the address.
'Well it's not a bank, that's for sure. Although this program is well over a year old. Maybe the building's changed over to a bank.Jeez,' he looked at his watch, 'It's almost nine in the morning. Wanna check it out before bedtime?'
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Brass flashed his badge at the secretary sitting behind the large wooden reception desk.
'Can i help you detective?' she asked in a crisp manner.
'I need some information about the building.'
'I'm afraid I'm new here.I don't know much about it, I'll call Dr Honeycombe, he's the director of the clinic. One moment please.' The woman picked up a phone and her fingers flew over the buttons. She spoke rapidly for a few moments before turning back to the waiting policeman and CSI. 'If you'd like to go up, the Dr will see you. Take the elevator to the second floor and it's the third door on the right.'
Catherine thanked her and together they rode the elevator to the directed floor and were met by a large man in his 50's at the designated doorway.
'Captain Brass,' he boomed in a vibrant baritone. 'I've been expecting you.'
'You have?' Jim sounded dubious.
'Yes, we need men like you. Aren't enough of them. So much goes to waste, they don't realise what good can come of storing it for future use.'
Dr Honeycombe invited the pair in and offered two seats in front of his desk. Catherine sat down slowly, Brass remained standing.
'I don't understand,' Catherine said. 'We're here about an investigation.'
'What is it you DO here Doc?'
'I'm a gynocologist of course. We carry out IVF on women. We're also one of the top seminal fluid collection facilities in Nevada.' Brass's face drained in colour as he slumped into the vacant chair.
'Wait a minute,' Catherine half laughed, 'This is a SPERM BANK?' She failed to supress a huge grin.
'It's one of our many functions, yes. I get the feeling you weren't aware of this?'
'Don't you think if we had been Doctor, Brass wouldn't be as pale as he is right now.' They both looked at the cop who appeared to be suffering from a severe case of shock. 'Well the gentleman who called and made the appointment said his friend was a single gentleman with no plans to marry, a hectic job and wanted to well, give something back to the community. He said he would be along, make a 'deposit' and then...'
'You were to hand him something?'
'Yes, an envelope.'
'Did this man leave a name?'
'Of course.' The Doctor went behind his desk and shuffled through his diary. 'Yes, his name was Nicholas Stokes.'
'You can just give me the envelope and we'll call it quits.' Brass found his voice altough it was shaky.
'I'm afraid not.'
'why not?'
'Strict instructions. Something for something. No effort, no envelope. If you leave, you leave without the envelope.'
'I could arrest you for obstructing an investigation.'
'An investigation into what?' Brass's mind whirred with action, looking for an excuse. He found none.
'I'll go tell the nurse to make a room ready for you.' When he had left the room, Jim's head fell into his hands and he groaned loudly. Catherine on the other hand was trying so desperately to hold back the giggles her stomach ached. A nurse in blue scrubs appeared at the doorway.
'If you'd like to follow me,' she sang cheerfully. Brass rose from his seat. The nurse pushed a small container into his hand. 'It's going to be the cubicle at the end of the corridor, there are some magazines but if you want your wife to help out then that's fine too.'
Brass looked horrified as Catherine followed him down the corridor.
'Where in the damnation you think you're going Ms Willows?' he challenged.
'With you.'
'Like hell.'
'Earlier on you asked me out to dinner. What did you have planned after that?'
'You turned me down. Besides,' he whined,'I can't do this in front of anyone else......could YOU?' Stepping into the cublicle, he slammed the door shut between them. Seconds later Catherine all but collapsed into the waiting room chair from laughter.
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