The Baby Farm
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: At the end...
Chapter Three
Las Vegas Crime Lab
The Morgue
Al Robbins stodd next to the body of Clara Small. She was covered with a sheet up to her collar bone. On the other side of the table, Grissom and Sara stood next to each other waiting for Robbins to begin.
"She was killed by surgical ineptude." He pointed to the scars behind her ear. "See the incision? It's for a cochlear implant. When she first got here, I noticed there was a problem on the side of her face."
Sara looked up at the coronoer. "I don't understand."
"It's easy Sara," Grissom interupted "One of the rare side effects of this kind of surgery is face paralysis. When the surgeon is drilling through the mastoid bone to the inner ear to implant the receiver, it can cause problems later on." He looked up at Al. "How long ago was her surgery?"
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "I can't pinpoint an exact date but it was fairly recent. The incisions are not fully healed. Whoever did it also severed several nerves and nicked an atery. She bled out. Maybe a couple of days at best."
Grissom nodded and motioned Sara to follow him out. "Okay, I will check on Tox and Trace." The two investigators strode down the hall to the evidence room where Clara's clothes were waiting for them.
"So she was deaf then?" Sara ventured. "Cochlear implants are not uncommon these days."
Gil was quiet until they reached the room. He opened the door for her. When both were inside with the door shut, he put down the files he carried and snapped on his gloves. "There is nothing wrong with being deaf Sara. It is not something that needs to be corrected."
Sara raised her hands. "I never said there was Grissom." She snapped on a pair of gloves. "All I am saying is that this could be an accident. The rest of her records check out."
"Who contacted her parents?"
"Nick." Sara pulled out the girl's dress, underclothes and shoes. "They should be here shortly."
Silence reigned as they worked side by side. At first, they moved pieces of evidence across the table to each other. The older CSI went across the room to get more evidence bags. When he came back, he assumed a position right next to Sara. She could feel his body heat through her white lab coat.
Sara tucked her brown hair behind her ear. Sneaking a glance at her supervisor, she felt an uncommon pang for him. It was not the rush of attraction. Well, not really. He seemed to concentrate too much on the evidence without actually doing anything with it. After the third time Sara bagged evidence lying right in front of him, she decided to mention it-carefully.
"Griss?" Getting no response, she said it louder. He still did not respond. Finally she moved directly into his personal space. "Grissom?"
His lips were parted slightly. "This should never have happened Sara. They should have been happy with her the way she was born."
Sara nodded her head. "Yes but they would have wanted what was best for her too."
He turned his head to look at her face. "What was best?" he echoed. "She died because they were too selfish to care for a deaf child. That does not sound like the best thing to me."
"Whoa." Sara backed up a step. "I'm on your side Grissom. I am just saying I can see how her parents would have wanted her to have more..."
The look Grissom sent her forced her words to trail off quietly. "More?" He ripped his gloves off and tossed them into the can. "Process the rest of this scene and see me after shift Sara. If you cannot understand the victim, maybe you should not be working this case."
Interrogation Room #3
Nick Stokes sat at the table trying to give his best and friendliest smile. Across from him a young girl about the age of seven crossed her arms in front of her.
"Now Melanie, why don't you tell me what happened tonight?" Nick leaned forward towards the girl. She slouched back in the chair and glared at him.
Nick continued to smile in his oh so friendly Texas way. "C'mon sugar. Tell Uncle Nicky all about it."
The little girl smiled back at him. "Okay mister..." She stood on the chair and leaned over to him. With her faces inches from his, she stuck her tongue out between her teeth and gave him one of the loudest raspberries he ever heard.
"You hear that mister?"
AN: There is a link for those who would like to know more about the cochlear implant surgery (http://clerccenter2.gallaudet.edu/KidsWorldDeafNet/e-docs/CI/ModuleG.html), its side effects and risks.
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: At the end...
Chapter Three
Las Vegas Crime Lab
The Morgue
Al Robbins stodd next to the body of Clara Small. She was covered with a sheet up to her collar bone. On the other side of the table, Grissom and Sara stood next to each other waiting for Robbins to begin.
"She was killed by surgical ineptude." He pointed to the scars behind her ear. "See the incision? It's for a cochlear implant. When she first got here, I noticed there was a problem on the side of her face."
Sara looked up at the coronoer. "I don't understand."
"It's easy Sara," Grissom interupted "One of the rare side effects of this kind of surgery is face paralysis. When the surgeon is drilling through the mastoid bone to the inner ear to implant the receiver, it can cause problems later on." He looked up at Al. "How long ago was her surgery?"
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "I can't pinpoint an exact date but it was fairly recent. The incisions are not fully healed. Whoever did it also severed several nerves and nicked an atery. She bled out. Maybe a couple of days at best."
Grissom nodded and motioned Sara to follow him out. "Okay, I will check on Tox and Trace." The two investigators strode down the hall to the evidence room where Clara's clothes were waiting for them.
"So she was deaf then?" Sara ventured. "Cochlear implants are not uncommon these days."
Gil was quiet until they reached the room. He opened the door for her. When both were inside with the door shut, he put down the files he carried and snapped on his gloves. "There is nothing wrong with being deaf Sara. It is not something that needs to be corrected."
Sara raised her hands. "I never said there was Grissom." She snapped on a pair of gloves. "All I am saying is that this could be an accident. The rest of her records check out."
"Who contacted her parents?"
"Nick." Sara pulled out the girl's dress, underclothes and shoes. "They should be here shortly."
Silence reigned as they worked side by side. At first, they moved pieces of evidence across the table to each other. The older CSI went across the room to get more evidence bags. When he came back, he assumed a position right next to Sara. She could feel his body heat through her white lab coat.
Sara tucked her brown hair behind her ear. Sneaking a glance at her supervisor, she felt an uncommon pang for him. It was not the rush of attraction. Well, not really. He seemed to concentrate too much on the evidence without actually doing anything with it. After the third time Sara bagged evidence lying right in front of him, she decided to mention it-carefully.
"Griss?" Getting no response, she said it louder. He still did not respond. Finally she moved directly into his personal space. "Grissom?"
His lips were parted slightly. "This should never have happened Sara. They should have been happy with her the way she was born."
Sara nodded her head. "Yes but they would have wanted what was best for her too."
He turned his head to look at her face. "What was best?" he echoed. "She died because they were too selfish to care for a deaf child. That does not sound like the best thing to me."
"Whoa." Sara backed up a step. "I'm on your side Grissom. I am just saying I can see how her parents would have wanted her to have more..."
The look Grissom sent her forced her words to trail off quietly. "More?" He ripped his gloves off and tossed them into the can. "Process the rest of this scene and see me after shift Sara. If you cannot understand the victim, maybe you should not be working this case."
Interrogation Room #3
Nick Stokes sat at the table trying to give his best and friendliest smile. Across from him a young girl about the age of seven crossed her arms in front of her.
"Now Melanie, why don't you tell me what happened tonight?" Nick leaned forward towards the girl. She slouched back in the chair and glared at him.
Nick continued to smile in his oh so friendly Texas way. "C'mon sugar. Tell Uncle Nicky all about it."
The little girl smiled back at him. "Okay mister..." She stood on the chair and leaned over to him. With her faces inches from his, she stuck her tongue out between her teeth and gave him one of the loudest raspberries he ever heard.
"You hear that mister?"
AN: There is a link for those who would like to know more about the cochlear implant surgery (http://clerccenter2.gallaudet.edu/KidsWorldDeafNet/e-docs/CI/ModuleG.html), its side effects and risks.