Disclaimer : Please see chapter one
TEWNTY TWO
'Jim.' Gil Grissom was now more than a little impatient. 'Jim!' He hissed again. Brass popped his head from behind the locker.
'What?' He sounded almost as annoyed as the scientist.
'Are you ready?'
'Just give me a minute.'
'You've had several.....What's the big deal?'
'Listen pal, showering after sports with ther guys is quite alright, but strolling around a mansion in my birthday suit with my best buddy isn't exactly my idea of fun.'
Grissom's mouth twitched in a smile.'You enjoy showering with other men?'
'Hell no! I was just saying that that's far more natural than this.'
Gingerly Brass stepped from behind the locker which up until that point had been hiding his modesty. Instinctivley his hands went to cover his groin and his face took on a deeper shade of red. Grissom took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. This was going to be a difficult night.
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'We have a hit on the bitten fingernails.' Greg finished his sentence as he skidded to a halt in the corridor by the breakroom. 'Matthew Peters.'
'Who?' Nick threw his apple core into the waste basket.
'Peters?' Catherine repeated the name puzzled but feeling like she should know the name. Greg danced on the spot willing her to remember and yet bursting to tell her the answer. Then her face changed. Here eyes widened with realization. 'But it can't be him.'
'Why not?' asked Nick.
'Because he went to the chamber five years ago. Is someone planting evidence here?' Greg couldn't contain himself any longer.
'That's why this case is fast becoming a creep fest,' he blurted out.
'Woah here.' Nick stood up and made a large T sign out of his hands. 'Time out here guys. Who's this Peters character?'
'Killed one of his students when she rejected his advances about ten years ago. He was a languages teacher at Valley High. His kid was also in the same class as the girl.'
'And he has his fathers DNA?'
'That's what we have to find out. Matthew Junior. He was in the frame for the killing too. Due to the fact he's had a fight with the girl at a party the night before. Took his DNA as part of the investigation at the same time as daddy's.'
'Surely if he was ruled out then his DNA should have been destroyed?'
'Should have been.' Greg went silent as the implications of this find sunk in. 'It could be he has something with his fathers genteic print on it.'
'Like fingernails? that's too strange.
'Could explain why dearly deceased daddy's file threw up. By the way, it's five years ago to the day daddy was strapped down. And I took it upon myself to read the case file, t was the first time you and Brass worked together on a case Catherine.'
'Today's the anniversary? It's somewhere to start.'
'So you think this is just aboring old revenge thing?'
'We get threats all the time Nick. Brass and I brushed them off as the ranting of a sixteen year old. The evidence was sound. DNA wasn't as good then as it is now but it was nailed on. Kid was a little strange though. Watched his father die without aflicker of emotion which was weired considering the sog and dance he made at the trial when daddy was found guilty.' Catherine snatched up the SUV keys from the table.'Nick, call Warrick and Sara. If they're through, tell them to meet us at Freedom of the Dove House.'
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Jim Brass was quickly running out of inanimate objects to stand behind. So far, he had managed to make progress through the three rooms they had been in and two corridors they had searched. The badminton court had been the hardest to hide in so far, and finally reaching the exit of that room, he'd decided he hadn't run as quickly since college. Grissom for his part had strolled along without a care in the world, but watching all the time, taking in his surroundings and looking for green red and blue squares.
Opening another door led the two into what appeared to be a library. It was larger than everywhere else they had been up to that point, and was decked out in rosewood panelling, with the walls covered from floor to ceiling with endless books. The wall lights and the blazing open fire gave it a warm, welcoming feeling.
'Nice,' said Brass running a finger along a shelf then selecting the largest book, plucked it from its resting place and held it where his hands had been guarding since he had shed his clothes. At last he started to relax a little.
Grissom's attention was drawn to a games table where he found a partially played chess game. Moving the black Queen two squreshe smiled to himself.
'Someone's gonna be ticked off at you when they ome back,' said Jim joining him.
'It's obvious Jim,' said Grissom matter of factly. 'Black can now put the white King in check in four more moves.'
'Yeah well, if you get bored tonight there's always scrabble over there.' He pointed towards a second games table.
'What did you say?' Grissom suddenly became alert.
'Scrabble.You can always......' Brass shook his head as if to heighten his reactions. 'A scrabble board. Red, blue and green squares.' He flicked the side of his head.' Idiot.'
They walked over to the scrabble board. A number of tiles had been arranged spelling out not various words but whole sentences.
Time is up.
The puzzle is complete.
Brass is exposed.
Now for a treat.
'What the hell sort of clue is that?' asked Jim.
'It's not a clue Captain Brass,' a deep voice said behind them.'Please don't turn around, I'd hate for this game to be completely over just yet.'
The door clicked shut.
TEWNTY TWO
'Jim.' Gil Grissom was now more than a little impatient. 'Jim!' He hissed again. Brass popped his head from behind the locker.
'What?' He sounded almost as annoyed as the scientist.
'Are you ready?'
'Just give me a minute.'
'You've had several.....What's the big deal?'
'Listen pal, showering after sports with ther guys is quite alright, but strolling around a mansion in my birthday suit with my best buddy isn't exactly my idea of fun.'
Grissom's mouth twitched in a smile.'You enjoy showering with other men?'
'Hell no! I was just saying that that's far more natural than this.'
Gingerly Brass stepped from behind the locker which up until that point had been hiding his modesty. Instinctivley his hands went to cover his groin and his face took on a deeper shade of red. Grissom took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. This was going to be a difficult night.
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'We have a hit on the bitten fingernails.' Greg finished his sentence as he skidded to a halt in the corridor by the breakroom. 'Matthew Peters.'
'Who?' Nick threw his apple core into the waste basket.
'Peters?' Catherine repeated the name puzzled but feeling like she should know the name. Greg danced on the spot willing her to remember and yet bursting to tell her the answer. Then her face changed. Here eyes widened with realization. 'But it can't be him.'
'Why not?' asked Nick.
'Because he went to the chamber five years ago. Is someone planting evidence here?' Greg couldn't contain himself any longer.
'That's why this case is fast becoming a creep fest,' he blurted out.
'Woah here.' Nick stood up and made a large T sign out of his hands. 'Time out here guys. Who's this Peters character?'
'Killed one of his students when she rejected his advances about ten years ago. He was a languages teacher at Valley High. His kid was also in the same class as the girl.'
'And he has his fathers DNA?'
'That's what we have to find out. Matthew Junior. He was in the frame for the killing too. Due to the fact he's had a fight with the girl at a party the night before. Took his DNA as part of the investigation at the same time as daddy's.'
'Surely if he was ruled out then his DNA should have been destroyed?'
'Should have been.' Greg went silent as the implications of this find sunk in. 'It could be he has something with his fathers genteic print on it.'
'Like fingernails? that's too strange.
'Could explain why dearly deceased daddy's file threw up. By the way, it's five years ago to the day daddy was strapped down. And I took it upon myself to read the case file, t was the first time you and Brass worked together on a case Catherine.'
'Today's the anniversary? It's somewhere to start.'
'So you think this is just aboring old revenge thing?'
'We get threats all the time Nick. Brass and I brushed them off as the ranting of a sixteen year old. The evidence was sound. DNA wasn't as good then as it is now but it was nailed on. Kid was a little strange though. Watched his father die without aflicker of emotion which was weired considering the sog and dance he made at the trial when daddy was found guilty.' Catherine snatched up the SUV keys from the table.'Nick, call Warrick and Sara. If they're through, tell them to meet us at Freedom of the Dove House.'
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Jim Brass was quickly running out of inanimate objects to stand behind. So far, he had managed to make progress through the three rooms they had been in and two corridors they had searched. The badminton court had been the hardest to hide in so far, and finally reaching the exit of that room, he'd decided he hadn't run as quickly since college. Grissom for his part had strolled along without a care in the world, but watching all the time, taking in his surroundings and looking for green red and blue squares.
Opening another door led the two into what appeared to be a library. It was larger than everywhere else they had been up to that point, and was decked out in rosewood panelling, with the walls covered from floor to ceiling with endless books. The wall lights and the blazing open fire gave it a warm, welcoming feeling.
'Nice,' said Brass running a finger along a shelf then selecting the largest book, plucked it from its resting place and held it where his hands had been guarding since he had shed his clothes. At last he started to relax a little.
Grissom's attention was drawn to a games table where he found a partially played chess game. Moving the black Queen two squreshe smiled to himself.
'Someone's gonna be ticked off at you when they ome back,' said Jim joining him.
'It's obvious Jim,' said Grissom matter of factly. 'Black can now put the white King in check in four more moves.'
'Yeah well, if you get bored tonight there's always scrabble over there.' He pointed towards a second games table.
'What did you say?' Grissom suddenly became alert.
'Scrabble.You can always......' Brass shook his head as if to heighten his reactions. 'A scrabble board. Red, blue and green squares.' He flicked the side of his head.' Idiot.'
They walked over to the scrabble board. A number of tiles had been arranged spelling out not various words but whole sentences.
Time is up.
The puzzle is complete.
Brass is exposed.
Now for a treat.
'What the hell sort of clue is that?' asked Jim.
'It's not a clue Captain Brass,' a deep voice said behind them.'Please don't turn around, I'd hate for this game to be completely over just yet.'
The door clicked shut.
