The Baby Farm
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: At the end.
Chapter Two
Makin Children Center
Las Vegas, Nevada
Grissom walked around the body without touching it. He reviewed the notes as he lifted her arms, legs and body one way or the other. Sara tooked pictures as needed after she unpacked her camera. The worked in unison. No words were shared between them. Before Grissom could motion for a picture to be taken of a certain angle the flash of the camera captured what evidence could be discerned from the body.
"Did you find anything before I got back here?" The older CSI leaned against the wall and flipped the papers back and forth. A furrow was slowly developing between his brows.
Sara nodded her head even though Grissom could not see her. "Yeah there is a marking behind both of her ears." She motioned him to take a closer look. Bending down to his knees, he used his forefinger and brushed Clara's hair away. The inoffending mark stared out at him.
"I...see." Taking the file, he pushed past Sara. "Get David to take the body to the morgue then take the rest of the evidence to the lab." He walked out of the room before Sara could even nod her assent.
Outside, Gil Grissom-head CSI-almost charged his way to the nurse. He had to stop himself and take steadying breaths. Ahead of him, the officer talking to the nurse was wrapping up his question and answer session. He nodded to her and once to Gil. Before the 30 something year old pediatric nurse could leave the building, he took her by the arm. The nurse turned her body to face him. The nametag read Anne Richards.
"Nurse Richards?" He inquired politely then motioned her to follow him into one of the offices behind the reception desk. "Follow me please." He did not let go of her until the door was firmly closed behind them.
The nurse, with her light brown hair held back in a clip, anxiously looked at him. "Is there something I can help you with sir?"
"Yes." The word was curtly said as he flipped the chart open to a certain page. "How many of these children were like Clara Small?"
The nurse shuffled her weight from foot to foot without answering him. "I am not sure what you mean. All of our children are here for care. We do specialize in caring for upper class families here. That is not a crime."
"Are all of the children dropped off here like the dry cleaning?" Grissom peered down at her when she turned away.
"You make it sound worse than it is....Mr Grissom?"
He nodded his head at her. "It's Dr. Grissom, Nurse Richards. We will need you to provide full contact information for Clara." Abruptly he turned and left her in the room. Outside in the foyer, Captain Brass was leading the children into a van the police department sent out to them. "Gil." he nodded at the CSI. "We're taking them to the station. No parents here at all and I cannot find any contact information for any of them." His eyes looked past Grissom and latched onto the nurse. "She tell you anything?"
Grissom shooked his head once. "No. I want to run a couple of tests on the kids when we get them back." Brass shook his head. "They're minors. We need parental consent first. You know that already."
"Then we should find the parents." Gil tapped the file to his head and left for the crime lab.
Sara walked out of the building and approached Brass. "He left here in a hurry." she said motioning in the direction of Grissom's Tahoe. "Did he say anything to you?"
Brass gave her a negative shake of his head. "No, he wanted some tests run on the kids when we got them back. Other than that, he left in a hurry and without his evidence."
Sara frowned at Jim. "I'll get it." She went to her car and backed it up to the building. Opening the back, she started piling the evidence into neat stacks. A hand reached out to grab a box. "Brass said it was okay for me to help you."
Sara lifted her head to look into the man's face. He reminded her a bit of Nick and Greg. She knew he worked out and was comfortable with his profession. He moved with the ease Nick would get in a few years. However the smile was almost something Greg would give her. A lopsided sprawl of lips on a handsome face.
"Thanks." She nodded to him. He closed the back of her Tahoe and walked around to the driver's side. Sara opened the door and buckled herself into the seat. He leaned over and smiled at her again. "Name's Jack Morgan." She returned his smile briefly.
"Sara Sidle."
AN: I tend to write in short chapters but I update often. :) I am a cofirmed GSR however I also think Sara can get other love interests if a certain BugMan ignores her.
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: At the end.
Chapter Two
Makin Children Center
Las Vegas, Nevada
Grissom walked around the body without touching it. He reviewed the notes as he lifted her arms, legs and body one way or the other. Sara tooked pictures as needed after she unpacked her camera. The worked in unison. No words were shared between them. Before Grissom could motion for a picture to be taken of a certain angle the flash of the camera captured what evidence could be discerned from the body.
"Did you find anything before I got back here?" The older CSI leaned against the wall and flipped the papers back and forth. A furrow was slowly developing between his brows.
Sara nodded her head even though Grissom could not see her. "Yeah there is a marking behind both of her ears." She motioned him to take a closer look. Bending down to his knees, he used his forefinger and brushed Clara's hair away. The inoffending mark stared out at him.
"I...see." Taking the file, he pushed past Sara. "Get David to take the body to the morgue then take the rest of the evidence to the lab." He walked out of the room before Sara could even nod her assent.
Outside, Gil Grissom-head CSI-almost charged his way to the nurse. He had to stop himself and take steadying breaths. Ahead of him, the officer talking to the nurse was wrapping up his question and answer session. He nodded to her and once to Gil. Before the 30 something year old pediatric nurse could leave the building, he took her by the arm. The nurse turned her body to face him. The nametag read Anne Richards.
"Nurse Richards?" He inquired politely then motioned her to follow him into one of the offices behind the reception desk. "Follow me please." He did not let go of her until the door was firmly closed behind them.
The nurse, with her light brown hair held back in a clip, anxiously looked at him. "Is there something I can help you with sir?"
"Yes." The word was curtly said as he flipped the chart open to a certain page. "How many of these children were like Clara Small?"
The nurse shuffled her weight from foot to foot without answering him. "I am not sure what you mean. All of our children are here for care. We do specialize in caring for upper class families here. That is not a crime."
"Are all of the children dropped off here like the dry cleaning?" Grissom peered down at her when she turned away.
"You make it sound worse than it is....Mr Grissom?"
He nodded his head at her. "It's Dr. Grissom, Nurse Richards. We will need you to provide full contact information for Clara." Abruptly he turned and left her in the room. Outside in the foyer, Captain Brass was leading the children into a van the police department sent out to them. "Gil." he nodded at the CSI. "We're taking them to the station. No parents here at all and I cannot find any contact information for any of them." His eyes looked past Grissom and latched onto the nurse. "She tell you anything?"
Grissom shooked his head once. "No. I want to run a couple of tests on the kids when we get them back." Brass shook his head. "They're minors. We need parental consent first. You know that already."
"Then we should find the parents." Gil tapped the file to his head and left for the crime lab.
Sara walked out of the building and approached Brass. "He left here in a hurry." she said motioning in the direction of Grissom's Tahoe. "Did he say anything to you?"
Brass gave her a negative shake of his head. "No, he wanted some tests run on the kids when we got them back. Other than that, he left in a hurry and without his evidence."
Sara frowned at Jim. "I'll get it." She went to her car and backed it up to the building. Opening the back, she started piling the evidence into neat stacks. A hand reached out to grab a box. "Brass said it was okay for me to help you."
Sara lifted her head to look into the man's face. He reminded her a bit of Nick and Greg. She knew he worked out and was comfortable with his profession. He moved with the ease Nick would get in a few years. However the smile was almost something Greg would give her. A lopsided sprawl of lips on a handsome face.
"Thanks." She nodded to him. He closed the back of her Tahoe and walked around to the driver's side. Sara opened the door and buckled herself into the seat. He leaned over and smiled at her again. "Name's Jack Morgan." She returned his smile briefly.
"Sara Sidle."
AN: I tend to write in short chapters but I update often. :) I am a cofirmed GSR however I also think Sara can get other love interests if a certain BugMan ignores her.