"Well that was easy," Sara commented as she, Warrick and Catherine exited
the elevator and walked down the hallway in the direction of the break
room.
"Too easy," Warrick replied.
"You sound so disappointed," Sara teased.
"Well, no, not disappointed," he explained looking down at her. "But, you know me. I like a little more of a challenge. An actual case."
The trio entered the break room to find Grissom and Captain Jim Brass seated at the table.
"Hi guys," Catherine chirped, dropping her coat on the couch before sinking onto it. "You'll never believe this Gil. Our hit and run driver? Turned himself in about half an hour ago, confessed to everything. Said he had too much to drink yada, yada, got scared and took off. Made our job, well, pretty much unnecessary." She trailed off, finally noticing the grim expressions on the men's faces. "Oh, no. What happened?"
Warrick and Sara turned away from the coffee they were preparing and looked questioningly at their supervisor.
"Where's Nick?" Sara asked anxiously, instantly concerned that something may have happened to him.
"He's in my office," Grissom replied quietly, methodically flipping a pencil in his fingers. Sara silently let out the breath she had been holding.
"Then, what's with the faces?" Warrick asked, now very aware that something was wrong. He, Catherine and Sara joined them at the table. "What's going on?"
Grissom took a deep breath and sighed. "The Jane Doe that was brought in today is Nick's sister."
Shocked silence filled the room. They dealt with death everyday; it was in their job description. But it was always so much harder when it affected someone close to them. It was a slap in the face when you were made to remember that all the bad stuff in the world could just as easily happen to you too.
"Oh, no," Catherine said, her hand coming to her mouth. She couldn't help but think of her daughter Lindsey, maternal instincts kicking in. "Oh, God, poor Nicky."
Grissom explained to them all how they had come to identify Rachel King of Denver, Colorado, formerly Rachel Anne Stokes of Dallas, Texas.
"Man, that's rough," Warrick said sadly, feeling great sympathy for his best friend. "What can we do?"
"What we always do," Brass said with a sigh. "Catch the bad guy."
"What was she doing in Vegas?" Catherine asked regaining her composure and becoming a sharp investigator once again. "Does Nick know?"
"No. That's just one of the many things we have to find out," Grissom replied.
"I'll get on that," Brass said, getting up and heading to homicide with hopes of finding a lead and a suspect.
"I have to talk to him," Sara said standing suddenly, needing to see Nick. She couldn't believe this was happening. Just hours ago they had been so happy, flirting and goofing around. Now she couldn't even imagine the pain he was going through. At least she could ensure that he wouldn't have to deal with it alone.
"I think that's a good idea," Grissom replied, nodding. "He needs someone right now. The rest of us can get started. This is the only case we'll be working."
"Too easy," Warrick replied.
"You sound so disappointed," Sara teased.
"Well, no, not disappointed," he explained looking down at her. "But, you know me. I like a little more of a challenge. An actual case."
The trio entered the break room to find Grissom and Captain Jim Brass seated at the table.
"Hi guys," Catherine chirped, dropping her coat on the couch before sinking onto it. "You'll never believe this Gil. Our hit and run driver? Turned himself in about half an hour ago, confessed to everything. Said he had too much to drink yada, yada, got scared and took off. Made our job, well, pretty much unnecessary." She trailed off, finally noticing the grim expressions on the men's faces. "Oh, no. What happened?"
Warrick and Sara turned away from the coffee they were preparing and looked questioningly at their supervisor.
"Where's Nick?" Sara asked anxiously, instantly concerned that something may have happened to him.
"He's in my office," Grissom replied quietly, methodically flipping a pencil in his fingers. Sara silently let out the breath she had been holding.
"Then, what's with the faces?" Warrick asked, now very aware that something was wrong. He, Catherine and Sara joined them at the table. "What's going on?"
Grissom took a deep breath and sighed. "The Jane Doe that was brought in today is Nick's sister."
Shocked silence filled the room. They dealt with death everyday; it was in their job description. But it was always so much harder when it affected someone close to them. It was a slap in the face when you were made to remember that all the bad stuff in the world could just as easily happen to you too.
"Oh, no," Catherine said, her hand coming to her mouth. She couldn't help but think of her daughter Lindsey, maternal instincts kicking in. "Oh, God, poor Nicky."
Grissom explained to them all how they had come to identify Rachel King of Denver, Colorado, formerly Rachel Anne Stokes of Dallas, Texas.
"Man, that's rough," Warrick said sadly, feeling great sympathy for his best friend. "What can we do?"
"What we always do," Brass said with a sigh. "Catch the bad guy."
"What was she doing in Vegas?" Catherine asked regaining her composure and becoming a sharp investigator once again. "Does Nick know?"
"No. That's just one of the many things we have to find out," Grissom replied.
"I'll get on that," Brass said, getting up and heading to homicide with hopes of finding a lead and a suspect.
"I have to talk to him," Sara said standing suddenly, needing to see Nick. She couldn't believe this was happening. Just hours ago they had been so happy, flirting and goofing around. Now she couldn't even imagine the pain he was going through. At least she could ensure that he wouldn't have to deal with it alone.
"I think that's a good idea," Grissom replied, nodding. "He needs someone right now. The rest of us can get started. This is the only case we'll be working."