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Warrick was on his way to the lab to hassle Greg about his test results when he saw Jessie sitting on the bench in the reception area. For a moment he stopped and looked at her - admiring her from a far. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a pale tank top, her hair was falling loose on her shoulders. He noticed she looked slightly uncomfortable being there - probably the police station still giving her the creeps.
She saw him as he started coming over and got up from her seat, smiling at him.
"Hey" he smiled back "I didn't know you were coming over"
"Yeah, Grissom asked me to come by and bring my high school year book" she shrugged "I don't know what for"
"He probably has some idea..." Warrick smiled.
For a moment they stood there awkwardly until they both started laughing a bit "Look about last night..." Warrick started, not sure of his words.
"Look, I totally understand. You were trying to be nice and things got carried away" she smiled at him, she could feel how uncomfortable he was "You don't have to..."
"No, no.." he cut her off quickly "That's not what I was going to say. Look, Jessie I really like you and I'd like to see you again"
She was shocked for a moment. She certainly didn't expect that. She knew he felt something - she could sense that last night when he held her in his arms, but she didn't think he actually had feelings for her. The truth is she liked him too - from the moment she first saw him, there was something about him that made her feel safe.
"Yeah, I'd like that" she managed to say right before Grissom arrived and interrupted their moment.
"Miss Crawford" he greeted "Thank you for coming. I hope it wasn't much trouble"
"The police officer assigned to me drove me here" she smiled at him "thank you again for arranging that, it really helped me last night" she couldn't help but sneak a peak at Warrick as she said that.
Grissom pretended not to notice the look that passed between the two or the obvious sexual current that was passing between them. "Come with me Miss Crawford" he indicated to his office and started leading the way. As he walked he looked back to confirm his suspicious, and just like he feared - there was Warrick, looking after the girl.
*
"So Greg my man - you got anything for me?" Warrick asked when he finally made it to the lab
"He means for us" Nick corrected him as he came in behind him
"Well I took samples from all the outfits you've given me" Greg started, placing the result sheet next to his chest so they wouldn't be able to see it
"And!?" they both asked impatiently
"We have a match!" Greg announced proudly and handed the sheet, watching in amusement as the two of them wrestled for it for a moment. Warrick finally pulling on his height advantage and lifting the page high above his head - out of Nick's reach.
"Same fabric, same weaving, same density and there's of course the glitter factor" Greg finally finished
Nick quickly checked his list, matching the serial number of the test to the specific suit and owner.
"Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner" Nick finally smirked "Mr. Chad Tucker, a waiter"
*
It took Catherine 4 hours, and 8 boxes to finally find the doll in a plastic evidence bag marked and tagged.
She took it out carefully and started processing it.
First she swabbed the neck of the doll, thinking that maybe the killer might have left something while removing the doll's head. She took a closer look at the neck under the microscope - looking at the tool markings. She reached over for a jar and prepared a cast - taking an imprint of the tool markings on the doll's neck - hoping that maybe they would somehow get a chance to someday compare those markings to a tool.
Next, she started dusting the doll for prints.
She went over the whole plastic surface of the doll and found nothing. Sighing in frustration she suddenly had an idea, she took the brush again, reaching into the inside of the doll through the severed neck and dusting the inside of the doll. She adjusted the light over her head to get a better look and inspected her handy work - there was a clear partial print of the inside of the doll.
*
"Mr. Tucker, is this your outfit?" Nick asked, placing the outfit on the desk in front of the man.
From his place on the other side of the see through glass Warrick took the opportunity to look at the man closely. He was tall and slim, dirty brown hair that fell into his eyes when he leaned forward to look at the outfit, he wore black rimmed glasses that constantly slipped off his nose and his clothes hang on his thin frame as if they were too big on him.
"Yes it is" he finally replied "Why?"
"We found traces of fabric from this suite in Billy Meadows car, do you have any idea how it got there?"
"I don't know" he shook his head "Billy drove me home from the club a few times, maybe that's how"
"He drove you home?" Nick frowned "Were you two friends?"
"Not really. I live close to Jessie, sometimes when he took her home she asked me if I wanted a ride"
"I see." Nick nodded "When was the last time you had a ride with Billy and Jessie?"
"A couple of weeks ago I guess, I don't really remember" the guy shrugged, looking uncomfortably around "Do you think I can I go now?"
"Just a few more questions Mr. Tucker..." Nick took a seat in front of the man and opened the file, indicating that it might take a while longer.
*
"So, Mr. Grissom, tell me again why you needed my high school year book?" Jessie asked as she took the opportunity to look around the office. Grissom noted with some degree of satisfaction that she didn't seem grossed out of freaked by the numerous bugs that laid in the various jars on his shelves.
"Well I was thinking about comparing the hand writing from the letters you received 8 years ago to the writing in your high school year book"
"You think this guy went to high school with me?" She could feel a sudden chill go through her body.
Grissom didn't answer, giving her a sympathetic look instead. A few minutes later she apologized and said goodbye, leaving him to his work. Once she was gone he opened the book and started scanning the different hand written blessings up to the computer. The process took a couple of hours but when he finished the database in the computer held over one hundred writings styles.
He then took out the first letter from the plastic evidence bag and scanned the writing from that one into the computer too.
He pressed a few buttons and watched as the program started running, trying to match writing patterns between the letters and the yearbook.
He knew it was a long shot - but it was a shot worth taking.
"We have a slight problem" Brass appeared at the door
"What?"
"You know the officers I placed on Jessie Crawford's protection? Well I just talked to them and it seems that Warrick Brown brought Miss Crawford home last night"
"I told him to do that" Grissom tried, knowing what Brass was about to say and hoping he wouldn't say it.
"I know, my problem is that officer McKenzie swears that Mr. Brown didn't leave until this morning"
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Warrick was on his way to the lab to hassle Greg about his test results when he saw Jessie sitting on the bench in the reception area. For a moment he stopped and looked at her - admiring her from a far. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a pale tank top, her hair was falling loose on her shoulders. He noticed she looked slightly uncomfortable being there - probably the police station still giving her the creeps.
She saw him as he started coming over and got up from her seat, smiling at him.
"Hey" he smiled back "I didn't know you were coming over"
"Yeah, Grissom asked me to come by and bring my high school year book" she shrugged "I don't know what for"
"He probably has some idea..." Warrick smiled.
For a moment they stood there awkwardly until they both started laughing a bit "Look about last night..." Warrick started, not sure of his words.
"Look, I totally understand. You were trying to be nice and things got carried away" she smiled at him, she could feel how uncomfortable he was "You don't have to..."
"No, no.." he cut her off quickly "That's not what I was going to say. Look, Jessie I really like you and I'd like to see you again"
She was shocked for a moment. She certainly didn't expect that. She knew he felt something - she could sense that last night when he held her in his arms, but she didn't think he actually had feelings for her. The truth is she liked him too - from the moment she first saw him, there was something about him that made her feel safe.
"Yeah, I'd like that" she managed to say right before Grissom arrived and interrupted their moment.
"Miss Crawford" he greeted "Thank you for coming. I hope it wasn't much trouble"
"The police officer assigned to me drove me here" she smiled at him "thank you again for arranging that, it really helped me last night" she couldn't help but sneak a peak at Warrick as she said that.
Grissom pretended not to notice the look that passed between the two or the obvious sexual current that was passing between them. "Come with me Miss Crawford" he indicated to his office and started leading the way. As he walked he looked back to confirm his suspicious, and just like he feared - there was Warrick, looking after the girl.
*
"So Greg my man - you got anything for me?" Warrick asked when he finally made it to the lab
"He means for us" Nick corrected him as he came in behind him
"Well I took samples from all the outfits you've given me" Greg started, placing the result sheet next to his chest so they wouldn't be able to see it
"And!?" they both asked impatiently
"We have a match!" Greg announced proudly and handed the sheet, watching in amusement as the two of them wrestled for it for a moment. Warrick finally pulling on his height advantage and lifting the page high above his head - out of Nick's reach.
"Same fabric, same weaving, same density and there's of course the glitter factor" Greg finally finished
Nick quickly checked his list, matching the serial number of the test to the specific suit and owner.
"Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner" Nick finally smirked "Mr. Chad Tucker, a waiter"
*
It took Catherine 4 hours, and 8 boxes to finally find the doll in a plastic evidence bag marked and tagged.
She took it out carefully and started processing it.
First she swabbed the neck of the doll, thinking that maybe the killer might have left something while removing the doll's head. She took a closer look at the neck under the microscope - looking at the tool markings. She reached over for a jar and prepared a cast - taking an imprint of the tool markings on the doll's neck - hoping that maybe they would somehow get a chance to someday compare those markings to a tool.
Next, she started dusting the doll for prints.
She went over the whole plastic surface of the doll and found nothing. Sighing in frustration she suddenly had an idea, she took the brush again, reaching into the inside of the doll through the severed neck and dusting the inside of the doll. She adjusted the light over her head to get a better look and inspected her handy work - there was a clear partial print of the inside of the doll.
*
"Mr. Tucker, is this your outfit?" Nick asked, placing the outfit on the desk in front of the man.
From his place on the other side of the see through glass Warrick took the opportunity to look at the man closely. He was tall and slim, dirty brown hair that fell into his eyes when he leaned forward to look at the outfit, he wore black rimmed glasses that constantly slipped off his nose and his clothes hang on his thin frame as if they were too big on him.
"Yes it is" he finally replied "Why?"
"We found traces of fabric from this suite in Billy Meadows car, do you have any idea how it got there?"
"I don't know" he shook his head "Billy drove me home from the club a few times, maybe that's how"
"He drove you home?" Nick frowned "Were you two friends?"
"Not really. I live close to Jessie, sometimes when he took her home she asked me if I wanted a ride"
"I see." Nick nodded "When was the last time you had a ride with Billy and Jessie?"
"A couple of weeks ago I guess, I don't really remember" the guy shrugged, looking uncomfortably around "Do you think I can I go now?"
"Just a few more questions Mr. Tucker..." Nick took a seat in front of the man and opened the file, indicating that it might take a while longer.
*
"So, Mr. Grissom, tell me again why you needed my high school year book?" Jessie asked as she took the opportunity to look around the office. Grissom noted with some degree of satisfaction that she didn't seem grossed out of freaked by the numerous bugs that laid in the various jars on his shelves.
"Well I was thinking about comparing the hand writing from the letters you received 8 years ago to the writing in your high school year book"
"You think this guy went to high school with me?" She could feel a sudden chill go through her body.
Grissom didn't answer, giving her a sympathetic look instead. A few minutes later she apologized and said goodbye, leaving him to his work. Once she was gone he opened the book and started scanning the different hand written blessings up to the computer. The process took a couple of hours but when he finished the database in the computer held over one hundred writings styles.
He then took out the first letter from the plastic evidence bag and scanned the writing from that one into the computer too.
He pressed a few buttons and watched as the program started running, trying to match writing patterns between the letters and the yearbook.
He knew it was a long shot - but it was a shot worth taking.
"We have a slight problem" Brass appeared at the door
"What?"
"You know the officers I placed on Jessie Crawford's protection? Well I just talked to them and it seems that Warrick Brown brought Miss Crawford home last night"
"I told him to do that" Grissom tried, knowing what Brass was about to say and hoping he wouldn't say it.
"I know, my problem is that officer McKenzie swears that Mr. Brown didn't leave until this morning"
??
(footnote continued)