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rich) and I don't have any money so don't sue me!
thank you to everyone who's been reviewing this! I got some great responses and I love all of you guys. I know this chapter is a bit slow but this thing is just poring out of me, I have no control over it what so ever!
Anyway keep sending me your ideas and opinions - I'm a weak weak person and I need encouragement to keep me going or else I just get discouraged and stop writing! You are here by warned!!! (just kidding)
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Samsh cut to another room at the CSI lab
"Hey" Nick leaned over Sarah's shoulder, for a second she could even smell the light scent of soap that came of him. None of them wore cologne anymore. It interfered with the job, and Sarah learned to distinguish everyone by the scent of soap that they used "Did you get anything off that dirt?"
Sarah sighed in frustration "I've narrowed it down to about a third of the state if that helps you any." She leaned back in her chair as Nick took the seat in front of her. "what have you got?"
"Fibers from the victim's clothes" He handed her a file "there were fibers from the car which proves the killer drove him there in the victims car"
"we already knew that from the blood on the car seat" Sarah interrupted him
"Yes" Nick smirked back at her "but there was another set of fibers, it's some kind of polyester, the cheap kind"
"So we know our killer isn't much of a clothe person" Sarah said thoughtfully and nick had to suppress a smile. He could almost hear the wheels in her head turning as she thought.
"I'll get it to Grissom and run it in the computer" He reached for the file and turned back to leave "maybe we'll get lucky and find something out" he was almost at the door when he turned back to face her "Hey Sarah? How long since you had some sleep?"
Sarah stretched and looked at her watch "I don't even remember, I was thinking I'll head home. Get a shower maybe a couple of hours of sleep"
"you want a ride?"
**
Smash cut to Billy Meadows apartment
"Is there anything here that looks familiar?" Warrick asked Jessie as they walked around the apartment "Don't touch anything just point it out and let me handle it"
He watched as Jessie carefully walked the length of the living room and then moved into the bedroom, he stayed with her the whole time. "I don't see anything " she finally said "but there is something missing, it's a gift I gave Billy a while back. it was a lava lamp, it was standing right here" she pointed at the far corner of the room
Warrick simply nodded but inside his mind was racing how could this guy know what gift she gave him for his birthday? How long has this guy been watching her?"
They left the apartment together and drove silently, Warrick was still deep in his thoughts when he heard Jessie suddenly speak quietly, almost to herself "It's really him isn't it? The same guy who killed my family? It really is all about me."
Warrick swerved and hit the brakes stopping at the side if the road "No, it's not! It has nothing to do with you Jessie." He turned to her, speaking with conviction "Guys like this, they're obsessed with something that isn't there. He doesn't want you, he wants an idea of something that only exists inside his sick and twisted mind. You had nothing to so with this!"
She nodded slowly, but something told Warrick that she didn't believe him and that in her heart she might never will. He sighed and shifted the car back into gear. He checked his watch 10 hours, 10 hours since we found Billy Meadows in the ally they drove the rest of the way in complete silence.
**
Smash cut to the lab
"She was right" Catherine said from the doorway and Grissom lifted his head from his work and turned to her "The picture from Meadows apartment. It's from the Crawford house"
She threw some pictures on his desk, they were from the Crawford taken at a party of some sorts, in the back, over Senator Crawford's shoulder Grissom could clearly see the all too familiar picture.
Before he could answer an unknown man appeared behind Catherine "Hello, I'm looking for Gill Grissom?"
"That's me, how can I help you?" He got up and greeted the man
"Actually I've come here to see if I can help you." The man started "My name is Michael, Michael Finley, I'm a detective for the Dallas police. You requested the Crawford file"
"We didn't expect to have it hand delivered" Catherine said as she took the files from his hands
"Well Ma'am, I worked the original case 8 years ago, we all knew Senator Crawford he was a good man, it killed us not being able to find his killer, when I heard you were looking into the case I thought I might be able to help, seeing as I was there and all."
As she listened to him explaining, his southern accent made Catherine a little home sick, she smiled at him warmly "Thank you very much detective, we sure could use someone who was there at the time."
"there isn't much of evidence to go on" He explained "no fingerprints, no blood other than the victims, the killer entered from the back door, we found a shoe print in the garden, regular variety sneakers, the kind every second kid has. There wasn't much to go on"
"What about the letters? The ones that were received before the family was murdered?" Grissom asked
"Well I brought them with me, they're in the file. We found nothing on them, no trace of the paper or the ink, the roses were bought with a stolen credit card. It was a dead end, the writing was kind of childish, like kids love songs you know? Roses are red violets are blue that sort of thing. The detectives who handled the complaint simply assumed it was a schoolboy with a crush"
Catherine carefully examined the letter that was in a plastic inside the file. ROSES ARE RED / VIOLETS ARE BLUE / YOU ARE MINE / AND I AM ALWAYS WATCHING YOU!
She turned the page to another letter that said YOURE TEARS ARE THE BLOOD RUNNING IN MY VAINS / YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE, UNTILL THE END
"creepy" Catherine muttered and then turned to Grissom "I'll take these to the lab, see if we can get something out of them, and I'll call the handwriting annalist, he might be able to tell us something about this guy"
"Yeah" Grissom nodded "and call Nick and Sarah back here, we have a lot of work to do"
thank you to everyone who's been reviewing this! I got some great responses and I love all of you guys. I know this chapter is a bit slow but this thing is just poring out of me, I have no control over it what so ever!
Anyway keep sending me your ideas and opinions - I'm a weak weak person and I need encouragement to keep me going or else I just get discouraged and stop writing! You are here by warned!!! (just kidding)
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Samsh cut to another room at the CSI lab
"Hey" Nick leaned over Sarah's shoulder, for a second she could even smell the light scent of soap that came of him. None of them wore cologne anymore. It interfered with the job, and Sarah learned to distinguish everyone by the scent of soap that they used "Did you get anything off that dirt?"
Sarah sighed in frustration "I've narrowed it down to about a third of the state if that helps you any." She leaned back in her chair as Nick took the seat in front of her. "what have you got?"
"Fibers from the victim's clothes" He handed her a file "there were fibers from the car which proves the killer drove him there in the victims car"
"we already knew that from the blood on the car seat" Sarah interrupted him
"Yes" Nick smirked back at her "but there was another set of fibers, it's some kind of polyester, the cheap kind"
"So we know our killer isn't much of a clothe person" Sarah said thoughtfully and nick had to suppress a smile. He could almost hear the wheels in her head turning as she thought.
"I'll get it to Grissom and run it in the computer" He reached for the file and turned back to leave "maybe we'll get lucky and find something out" he was almost at the door when he turned back to face her "Hey Sarah? How long since you had some sleep?"
Sarah stretched and looked at her watch "I don't even remember, I was thinking I'll head home. Get a shower maybe a couple of hours of sleep"
"you want a ride?"
**
Smash cut to Billy Meadows apartment
"Is there anything here that looks familiar?" Warrick asked Jessie as they walked around the apartment "Don't touch anything just point it out and let me handle it"
He watched as Jessie carefully walked the length of the living room and then moved into the bedroom, he stayed with her the whole time. "I don't see anything " she finally said "but there is something missing, it's a gift I gave Billy a while back. it was a lava lamp, it was standing right here" she pointed at the far corner of the room
Warrick simply nodded but inside his mind was racing how could this guy know what gift she gave him for his birthday? How long has this guy been watching her?"
They left the apartment together and drove silently, Warrick was still deep in his thoughts when he heard Jessie suddenly speak quietly, almost to herself "It's really him isn't it? The same guy who killed my family? It really is all about me."
Warrick swerved and hit the brakes stopping at the side if the road "No, it's not! It has nothing to do with you Jessie." He turned to her, speaking with conviction "Guys like this, they're obsessed with something that isn't there. He doesn't want you, he wants an idea of something that only exists inside his sick and twisted mind. You had nothing to so with this!"
She nodded slowly, but something told Warrick that she didn't believe him and that in her heart she might never will. He sighed and shifted the car back into gear. He checked his watch 10 hours, 10 hours since we found Billy Meadows in the ally they drove the rest of the way in complete silence.
**
Smash cut to the lab
"She was right" Catherine said from the doorway and Grissom lifted his head from his work and turned to her "The picture from Meadows apartment. It's from the Crawford house"
She threw some pictures on his desk, they were from the Crawford taken at a party of some sorts, in the back, over Senator Crawford's shoulder Grissom could clearly see the all too familiar picture.
Before he could answer an unknown man appeared behind Catherine "Hello, I'm looking for Gill Grissom?"
"That's me, how can I help you?" He got up and greeted the man
"Actually I've come here to see if I can help you." The man started "My name is Michael, Michael Finley, I'm a detective for the Dallas police. You requested the Crawford file"
"We didn't expect to have it hand delivered" Catherine said as she took the files from his hands
"Well Ma'am, I worked the original case 8 years ago, we all knew Senator Crawford he was a good man, it killed us not being able to find his killer, when I heard you were looking into the case I thought I might be able to help, seeing as I was there and all."
As she listened to him explaining, his southern accent made Catherine a little home sick, she smiled at him warmly "Thank you very much detective, we sure could use someone who was there at the time."
"there isn't much of evidence to go on" He explained "no fingerprints, no blood other than the victims, the killer entered from the back door, we found a shoe print in the garden, regular variety sneakers, the kind every second kid has. There wasn't much to go on"
"What about the letters? The ones that were received before the family was murdered?" Grissom asked
"Well I brought them with me, they're in the file. We found nothing on them, no trace of the paper or the ink, the roses were bought with a stolen credit card. It was a dead end, the writing was kind of childish, like kids love songs you know? Roses are red violets are blue that sort of thing. The detectives who handled the complaint simply assumed it was a schoolboy with a crush"
Catherine carefully examined the letter that was in a plastic inside the file. ROSES ARE RED / VIOLETS ARE BLUE / YOU ARE MINE / AND I AM ALWAYS WATCHING YOU!
She turned the page to another letter that said YOURE TEARS ARE THE BLOOD RUNNING IN MY VAINS / YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE, UNTILL THE END
"creepy" Catherine muttered and then turned to Grissom "I'll take these to the lab, see if we can get something out of them, and I'll call the handwriting annalist, he might be able to tell us something about this guy"
"Yeah" Grissom nodded "and call Nick and Sarah back here, we have a lot of work to do"