Title: The Golden Nail:Slightly bent
Author: Chaos
Disclaimer: I don't own anything CSI except the CD's I purchased.
Summary: Will Grissom ever get it?
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Grissom exited the building to an ambush. Cameras and microphones were shoved in his face, questions were screamed at him from all sides. Sheriff Atwater made his way to the stairs to stand beside him. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you would ask your questions one at a time we will try to give you satisfactory answers." He pointed at a blonde standing in the front of the mob. "We understand one of your CSIs is being sued for dereliction of duty. Is that why you fired her?" Gil stared at her aghast. "Ms. Sidle was not neglecting her case, I suspended work on other cases so that we could work on the investigation of the Lyford murder ." "So, certain murder victims get preferential treatment at your disgression?" A man of his own age shouted. "No! We don't put any case before another unless there are special circumstances such as this one. We only had 24 hours to solve it." "And, there was no one else on your staff that could have helped? Were all of your staff pulled off of murder investigations to help out on this one?" "No, the others were working on cases that did not involve murder." "So, why did you fire her?" "Sara Sidle was not fired. She did, however, resign earlier today." "What were her reasons? Did it have anything to do with the fact that she let the suspect get away to commit these murders in Colorado?" "Once again that was not Ms. Sidle's fault. I am her supervisor I assign cases." He was getting pissed. "But, you pulled her off of the next murder she was assigned. You must not have had any confidence in her abilities if you replaced her with someone else?" He was speechless. How do these people find out about this? "Ms. Sidle resigned through my office and the office of Director Cavallo earlier today." The sheriff jumped in. "She felt responsible for the subject getting away. She also had some problems with the way the Las Vegas lab was being run. Her concerns have been brought to my attention several times since I gained my position here although this was the first time I heard them from her. I will be looking into the charges of favoritism as well as the fact that supervisor Grissom tends to cover for one of his staff everytime she makes a mistake. Ms. Sidle is an excellent criminilist, she in fact has the highest solve rate at this lab and we will be at a great loss by her leaving. I wish her well in whatever she decides to persue." He ignored Grissom's stare. He would give the man the complete run down later. When he felt like it. He stepped back through the door and motioned Grissom to follow him. Taking out his phone he directed someone on the other end to send deputies over to handle the crowd outside. He then quickly walked away. Grissom followed him, "Sheriff, exactly what were Sara's reasons for leaving? She never said anything to me about being unhappy." He heard a snort from his left. "You have something to say , Mr. Hodges?" The lab tech shook his head. "Naw, boss, nobody listens to me anyway." He stepped back into his lab leaving Grissom to ponder whether the tech's opinion would shed any light on what was happening or if he was just trying to grab his supervisor's attention again. He finally decided that he needed to get on with his own assignment then he had to try to get in touch with Sara.
Grissom walked into the MGM Grand and met Brass behind a roulette table. "Gil. We have one Micah Gillely, 36 years of age, no apparent cause of death. Keeled over in the middle of a spin. Everyone who was at the table are in the small crowd to our right, people at nearby tables are to the left. Divide and conquer?" He raised his eyebrows. Grissom nodded and took out his gloves and tweezers. A quick once over didn't seem to provide any evidence and he felt he was going to have to wait for the coroners report to know anything. He should've let Nick have this one. He could hear Brass speaking with the roulette players. They all gave the same account , the guy was doing his job, trading jokes with some of the gamblers when he suddenly dropped. No warning of pain, no apparent shortness of breath, no one close enough to injure him. What fun. They finished up their individual tasks. When Grissom finally joined Brass en route to the manager's office to recover video tapes the detective broached the subject. "Why didn't you tell me Sara had resigned when I asked earlier? Was there a reason you wanted me to think she just took the night off?" Grissom gave one of those depressed sighs. "I was hoping I could talk her in to coming back." Brass laughed. "I don't think that's ever going to happen, Gil. She's had all she can take. I think she's doing what's best for her. I'm just sorry to hear that she's giving up forensics. Even if we can no longer benefit from her knowledge someone should be able to. Wasting all that passion and knowledge is sad." "What do you know about this? Did you talk to her? What did she say?" Grissom rapid fired his questions. "Nope. Haven't seen her. I wanted to, wanted to let her know it wasn't her fault that he killed again but I couldn't find her. She's not at home, she's definitely not at the office and I have no idea where else to find her. Do you?" Grissom shook his head. Brass huffed. "Yeah, I didn't think you would."
Author: Chaos
Disclaimer: I don't own anything CSI except the CD's I purchased.
Summary: Will Grissom ever get it?
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Grissom exited the building to an ambush. Cameras and microphones were shoved in his face, questions were screamed at him from all sides. Sheriff Atwater made his way to the stairs to stand beside him. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you would ask your questions one at a time we will try to give you satisfactory answers." He pointed at a blonde standing in the front of the mob. "We understand one of your CSIs is being sued for dereliction of duty. Is that why you fired her?" Gil stared at her aghast. "Ms. Sidle was not neglecting her case, I suspended work on other cases so that we could work on the investigation of the Lyford murder ." "So, certain murder victims get preferential treatment at your disgression?" A man of his own age shouted. "No! We don't put any case before another unless there are special circumstances such as this one. We only had 24 hours to solve it." "And, there was no one else on your staff that could have helped? Were all of your staff pulled off of murder investigations to help out on this one?" "No, the others were working on cases that did not involve murder." "So, why did you fire her?" "Sara Sidle was not fired. She did, however, resign earlier today." "What were her reasons? Did it have anything to do with the fact that she let the suspect get away to commit these murders in Colorado?" "Once again that was not Ms. Sidle's fault. I am her supervisor I assign cases." He was getting pissed. "But, you pulled her off of the next murder she was assigned. You must not have had any confidence in her abilities if you replaced her with someone else?" He was speechless. How do these people find out about this? "Ms. Sidle resigned through my office and the office of Director Cavallo earlier today." The sheriff jumped in. "She felt responsible for the subject getting away. She also had some problems with the way the Las Vegas lab was being run. Her concerns have been brought to my attention several times since I gained my position here although this was the first time I heard them from her. I will be looking into the charges of favoritism as well as the fact that supervisor Grissom tends to cover for one of his staff everytime she makes a mistake. Ms. Sidle is an excellent criminilist, she in fact has the highest solve rate at this lab and we will be at a great loss by her leaving. I wish her well in whatever she decides to persue." He ignored Grissom's stare. He would give the man the complete run down later. When he felt like it. He stepped back through the door and motioned Grissom to follow him. Taking out his phone he directed someone on the other end to send deputies over to handle the crowd outside. He then quickly walked away. Grissom followed him, "Sheriff, exactly what were Sara's reasons for leaving? She never said anything to me about being unhappy." He heard a snort from his left. "You have something to say , Mr. Hodges?" The lab tech shook his head. "Naw, boss, nobody listens to me anyway." He stepped back into his lab leaving Grissom to ponder whether the tech's opinion would shed any light on what was happening or if he was just trying to grab his supervisor's attention again. He finally decided that he needed to get on with his own assignment then he had to try to get in touch with Sara.
Grissom walked into the MGM Grand and met Brass behind a roulette table. "Gil. We have one Micah Gillely, 36 years of age, no apparent cause of death. Keeled over in the middle of a spin. Everyone who was at the table are in the small crowd to our right, people at nearby tables are to the left. Divide and conquer?" He raised his eyebrows. Grissom nodded and took out his gloves and tweezers. A quick once over didn't seem to provide any evidence and he felt he was going to have to wait for the coroners report to know anything. He should've let Nick have this one. He could hear Brass speaking with the roulette players. They all gave the same account , the guy was doing his job, trading jokes with some of the gamblers when he suddenly dropped. No warning of pain, no apparent shortness of breath, no one close enough to injure him. What fun. They finished up their individual tasks. When Grissom finally joined Brass en route to the manager's office to recover video tapes the detective broached the subject. "Why didn't you tell me Sara had resigned when I asked earlier? Was there a reason you wanted me to think she just took the night off?" Grissom gave one of those depressed sighs. "I was hoping I could talk her in to coming back." Brass laughed. "I don't think that's ever going to happen, Gil. She's had all she can take. I think she's doing what's best for her. I'm just sorry to hear that she's giving up forensics. Even if we can no longer benefit from her knowledge someone should be able to. Wasting all that passion and knowledge is sad." "What do you know about this? Did you talk to her? What did she say?" Grissom rapid fired his questions. "Nope. Haven't seen her. I wanted to, wanted to let her know it wasn't her fault that he killed again but I couldn't find her. She's not at home, she's definitely not at the office and I have no idea where else to find her. Do you?" Grissom shook his head. Brass huffed. "Yeah, I didn't think you would."