"Greg, what is this?" Grissom took in Greg's appearance with a quizzical
expression.
"Elvis." Greg smiled and then with a swagger in his step and a lower voice
he crooned. "Won't you be my teddy bear?"
Grissom rolled his eyes. "The DNA samples, Greg. Halloween or not, I still need the DNA processed."
Greg stood up straight and saluted Grissom. "Right away boss."
Grissom headed back into the hallway in search of Warrick and Catherine. He found them in a layout room pouring over the photos that had been taken at the scene.
Warrick glanced up as Grissom entered. "We're just putting together a seating chart of sorts."
Catherine smiled. "A standing chart really."
Grissom joined them as they discussed those closest to where the killer had stood when they had fired the fatal shot.
Brass interrupted their conversation. "Got an ID on the vic."
All three CSIs turned their attention to Brass.
"Calvin Jackson, age 47. I'm doing a background check as we speak. See if we can find anyone with a motive to kill Mr. Jackson." Brass turned and headed back out the door and the CSIs turned their attention back to the photos.
"Wouldn't want to go out like that; one minute you're at a party thinking that you're playing a part, and the next you're standing at the pearly gates." Warrick commented as he continued to put the collage together based on interviews with witnesses.
Catherine looked over at Grissom with a serious expression on her face before glancing at Warrick. "So, not to completely change the subject."
"Why do I get the feeling that you're changing the subject?" Grissom mouth turned up in a half smile.
She chuckled softly. "Because I am." Her expression became serious once again. "What in the hell is going on with Nick and Sara? I don't think I've ever seen either of them that visibly angry at work."
Grissom and Warrick both raised an eyebrow as they glanced at each other and then at her.
Catherine smile wryly. "Ok, let me qualify that. I've never seen either of them that angry at another member of the team, except maybe you, Gil." There was a glint in her eye.
Warrick laughed even as Grissom shot him a look. "Hey, Gris, she's right."
Catherine continued. "Either we are going to have to keep them from working cases together or we're going to have to make them get over whatever this is."
Warrick started to laugh again. "Yeah, like you're going to make Sara do anything she doesn't want to. You'll have better luck with Nick."
Grissom just shook his head. "Can we get back to the case? If you haven't noticed, we're a couple of CSIs short."
"Well if you hadn't sent them home, we wouldn't be." Warrick responded wryly.
"Warrick, the case." Grissom's voice was firm. He turned and headed back out into the hallway to see if ballistics had gotten anything from the bullet that Doc Robbins had pulled from the vic and wondered about what had gotten Nick and Sara so worked up.
Sara's Apartment:
Sara sat in the dark in her apartment on the couch hugging a pillow, tears running down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do. The last thing she wanted to do right now was call Nick. She thought for a moment about calling Warrick or Catherine, but she really didn't want them to know what was going on. Besides, she figured that they would just take Nick's side.
Nick's House:
Nick sat in front of the TV not paying much attention to what was playing on The Discovery Channel. He sipped a beer and wondered about Sara. She could be so damn stubborn. Why she wouldn't talk about it just pissed him off. And he was too much of a loyal friend to tell any of the other members of the team what was going on. She'd kill him if he ever did, of that he was certain. She had made him promise. He glanced at the clock. He knew she couldn't be doing too well right now. He had a feeling that Grissom had sent her home right after he'd sent him home. He swore under his breath and closed his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch.
Sara's Apartment:
She hated having a night off. She would much rather be awake when the sun went down in Vegas. All the things that they dealt with day in and day out were easier to take when you dealt with them clinically in the context of work.
The Lab:
The ballistics report hadn't turned up anything in the database. They had identified the murder weapon as a 9mm, most likely a Glock or Beretta, but still hadn't located it.
They didn't have any obvious suspects and after comparing the guest list with the police reports interviews, all of the guests had been identified. None of them seemed a likely suspect, but they couldn't rule any of them out really either. Time had shown them that evidence can lead you to the oddest places, but right now they didn't have a lot of evidence to go on and it was looking more and more likely that the killer had not been an invited guest at the party.
Grissom had begun to look into any caterers or any other businesses that Brenda Sutton might have used when planning her party and look for any connection to the vic. So far there was nothing glaringly obvious. Grissom wrinkled his brow as he looked over what they had compiled. He glanced up as Catherine stood in the doorway to his office.
She smiled. "Gil, shifts over, you need to get out of here and get some rest. There will be plenty more crime tonight."
He gave her a weak smile. "I'm at a dead end anyway. Sorry you missed out on Lindsey trick or treating."
She shrugged her shoulders. "She went to a party at my sister's. I know that Halloween is a bad night in this business. I got to help her put her costume together."
"See you tonight then." Grissom turned back to his file and closed it as Catherine turned and walked out the door.
Warrick was coming out of the locker room as Catherine walked past. "Getting out of Dodge?"
She nodded. "I've had my dose of crime for one day. See you tonight, War."
Warrick waved as they parted ways in the parking lot.
Nick's House:
Nick had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV going. He woke as the sun was coming up. He turned the TV off and drug himself off the couch and into his bedroom where he changed out of his clothes into a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt and crawled into bed, falling asleep again in a matter of minutes.
Sara's Apartment:
Sara's tears had stopped and now that the sun was coming up, she pulled herself off the couch and wandered into her room and crawled on top of her bed fully clothed and curled into a ball, falling into a restless sleep.
Grissom rolled his eyes. "The DNA samples, Greg. Halloween or not, I still need the DNA processed."
Greg stood up straight and saluted Grissom. "Right away boss."
Grissom headed back into the hallway in search of Warrick and Catherine. He found them in a layout room pouring over the photos that had been taken at the scene.
Warrick glanced up as Grissom entered. "We're just putting together a seating chart of sorts."
Catherine smiled. "A standing chart really."
Grissom joined them as they discussed those closest to where the killer had stood when they had fired the fatal shot.
Brass interrupted their conversation. "Got an ID on the vic."
All three CSIs turned their attention to Brass.
"Calvin Jackson, age 47. I'm doing a background check as we speak. See if we can find anyone with a motive to kill Mr. Jackson." Brass turned and headed back out the door and the CSIs turned their attention back to the photos.
"Wouldn't want to go out like that; one minute you're at a party thinking that you're playing a part, and the next you're standing at the pearly gates." Warrick commented as he continued to put the collage together based on interviews with witnesses.
Catherine looked over at Grissom with a serious expression on her face before glancing at Warrick. "So, not to completely change the subject."
"Why do I get the feeling that you're changing the subject?" Grissom mouth turned up in a half smile.
She chuckled softly. "Because I am." Her expression became serious once again. "What in the hell is going on with Nick and Sara? I don't think I've ever seen either of them that visibly angry at work."
Grissom and Warrick both raised an eyebrow as they glanced at each other and then at her.
Catherine smile wryly. "Ok, let me qualify that. I've never seen either of them that angry at another member of the team, except maybe you, Gil." There was a glint in her eye.
Warrick laughed even as Grissom shot him a look. "Hey, Gris, she's right."
Catherine continued. "Either we are going to have to keep them from working cases together or we're going to have to make them get over whatever this is."
Warrick started to laugh again. "Yeah, like you're going to make Sara do anything she doesn't want to. You'll have better luck with Nick."
Grissom just shook his head. "Can we get back to the case? If you haven't noticed, we're a couple of CSIs short."
"Well if you hadn't sent them home, we wouldn't be." Warrick responded wryly.
"Warrick, the case." Grissom's voice was firm. He turned and headed back out into the hallway to see if ballistics had gotten anything from the bullet that Doc Robbins had pulled from the vic and wondered about what had gotten Nick and Sara so worked up.
Sara's Apartment:
Sara sat in the dark in her apartment on the couch hugging a pillow, tears running down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do. The last thing she wanted to do right now was call Nick. She thought for a moment about calling Warrick or Catherine, but she really didn't want them to know what was going on. Besides, she figured that they would just take Nick's side.
Nick's House:
Nick sat in front of the TV not paying much attention to what was playing on The Discovery Channel. He sipped a beer and wondered about Sara. She could be so damn stubborn. Why she wouldn't talk about it just pissed him off. And he was too much of a loyal friend to tell any of the other members of the team what was going on. She'd kill him if he ever did, of that he was certain. She had made him promise. He glanced at the clock. He knew she couldn't be doing too well right now. He had a feeling that Grissom had sent her home right after he'd sent him home. He swore under his breath and closed his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch.
Sara's Apartment:
She hated having a night off. She would much rather be awake when the sun went down in Vegas. All the things that they dealt with day in and day out were easier to take when you dealt with them clinically in the context of work.
The Lab:
The ballistics report hadn't turned up anything in the database. They had identified the murder weapon as a 9mm, most likely a Glock or Beretta, but still hadn't located it.
They didn't have any obvious suspects and after comparing the guest list with the police reports interviews, all of the guests had been identified. None of them seemed a likely suspect, but they couldn't rule any of them out really either. Time had shown them that evidence can lead you to the oddest places, but right now they didn't have a lot of evidence to go on and it was looking more and more likely that the killer had not been an invited guest at the party.
Grissom had begun to look into any caterers or any other businesses that Brenda Sutton might have used when planning her party and look for any connection to the vic. So far there was nothing glaringly obvious. Grissom wrinkled his brow as he looked over what they had compiled. He glanced up as Catherine stood in the doorway to his office.
She smiled. "Gil, shifts over, you need to get out of here and get some rest. There will be plenty more crime tonight."
He gave her a weak smile. "I'm at a dead end anyway. Sorry you missed out on Lindsey trick or treating."
She shrugged her shoulders. "She went to a party at my sister's. I know that Halloween is a bad night in this business. I got to help her put her costume together."
"See you tonight then." Grissom turned back to his file and closed it as Catherine turned and walked out the door.
Warrick was coming out of the locker room as Catherine walked past. "Getting out of Dodge?"
She nodded. "I've had my dose of crime for one day. See you tonight, War."
Warrick waved as they parted ways in the parking lot.
Nick's House:
Nick had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV going. He woke as the sun was coming up. He turned the TV off and drug himself off the couch and into his bedroom where he changed out of his clothes into a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt and crawled into bed, falling asleep again in a matter of minutes.
Sara's Apartment:
Sara's tears had stopped and now that the sun was coming up, she pulled herself off the couch and wandered into her room and crawled on top of her bed fully clothed and curled into a ball, falling into a restless sleep.