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A/N- thank you for reading… I hope it's not that hard to follow…
CHAPTER EIGHT
"So, what's with Nick's 'knowing' stare a while ago?" Catherine asked. Sara looked at her.
"What 'knowing' stare?" She asked.
"When you were talking about that horrendous robot-man, Jason Thorne?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. But we met his ex-girlfriend and my ex-boyfriend back in Boston." Sara replied,
"Your exes? How did you respond to that?!" Catherine asked. She wants to know something about Sara that she hadn't shared yet.
"Nothing. The funny thing was, they were engaged." Sara said as she took one of the folders.
"Nick's ex-girlfriend is your ex-boyfriend's fiancée?" Catherine asked.
"Yup. No hard feelings. Heard about you and Grissom. So, how'd it go?" Sara asked. She was a bit jealous that Catherine got to spend a 'non-working' time with Grissom. 'But its okay, Nick was fun in Boston.' She thought.
"Oh, just some talk here and there. He was great with Lindsey, though. He has this fatherly instinct in him, believe it or not." Catherine replied. Grissom was actually… charming, in some sense. Catherine looked at Sara and Sara,, smiled at her. They then proceeded with what Grissom assigned them.
After five hours of searching and dissecting the things the Boston Police Department sent them, Catherine was ready to quit. Sara, on the other hand, was like a kid after eating tons of chocolate. She was still scanning the papers, inspecting the folders. She has boundless of energy.
"Sara, if you're ready to quit let me know, I'm dead tired. Do you want some coffee?" Catherine asked. All the sitting made her feel like jelly.
"Mmm…" was Sara's only reply. She was still reading the papers. Catherine decided to get one for Sara too. Catherine went out of the lay out room and proceeded to the break room.
Nobody was inside, which was natural since Warrick was reviewing the tapes and he already has tons of food inside the AV room, Grissom was with his bugs doing the paperwork, and Nick was with Brass and Greg.
She was pouring coffee in her mug when she heard Nick's voice going towards the room.
"That prick in the ass will get his day!" he said. He sounded angry.
"Don't get too angry Nick; Jason Thorne is an alligator in a monkey suit." Greg replied and they went in the room
Catherine was finishing pouring a cup for Sara when they went in.
"Hey Cath." Greg greeted.
Catherine turned around and asked "Let me guess, Mr. Thorne evaded every question regarding his employees?"
"Yes. Not only that, he insulted the Stokes family" Brass said
"Really? What did he say to make Nicky fuming mad?" she asked
"He said that Nick's dad was a sweat worker's lover and that the only way he got the seat in the Supreme Court was to kiss ass." Greg said.
"He did?" Catherine asked. 'People like that do exist' she thought.
Nick, who was silent the whole time said, "Let's implicate that asshole's butt into this and get his fricking ass in jail!"
"That's not rational, Nick." Grissom suddenly interjected. He was standing near the doorway, listening to every word they were saying.
"Hey, I thought you were doing paper work" Catherine said to him.
"I finished all of them. Besides, aren't you supposed to be with Sara?" Grissom asked
"Yeah. I just got some coffee for me and her." Catherine replied and excused herself out of the room.
"So, what do you got?" Grissom asked after Catherine went out.
"He evaded every question we asked about Jeremy Ericsson and Elliot Mc Mann. He said that he doesn't know them, denies hiring them, and not remembering where he was a few weeks ago." Brass replied.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Grissom asked them.
"I ran his prints through AFIS." Greg said. The three men looked at him.
"Just to be sure. By the way, did you know that there's a new CSI in day shift? She's working overtime." Greg said.
"Oh, the Reynolds girl? They say she's good." Grissom said. "So, going back to the topic, what are you going to do now?"
"We're waiting for a warrant" Nick answered. Grissom nodded and looked at Brass, Nick and Greg. Brass looked tired even if the shift isn't that burdensome, Nick looked grumpy and angry while Greg looked eager to work. He's still in the rookie stage but Grissom's thinking of getting another CSI to work for this shift. Besides, Ecklie has two new CSI's
"Uhh… excuse me, but is Mr. Greg Sanders here?" a voice asked. It was a girl, about 27 year's old, with long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She was holding a piece of paper.
"Here" Greg replied as he stood up. He looked at her and recognized her. "So, Deia Reynolds, we meet again." He said as he took the piece of paper she was holding out to him.
"Whatever, Mr. Sanders, here's what you asked for. Goodbye." And with that, she left the room.
"See? I told you something might be amiss" Greg said as he read the paper. He showed it to them so that they can see. "Mr. Thorne has a criminal record. Daddy just gave him a position in his big company."
"You mean, his father didn't bail him out?" Nick asked.
"What's his record?" Brass asked.
"Petty theft. Guess whose house?" Greg asked
"Your grand uncle and aunt's house?" Nick asked
"Yes. He's the guy Uncle Mike was talking about. He wanted to press charges because Thorne was sixteen years old and he needs to have some lessons with right and wrong." Greg replied.
"Whoa, that's strike two for those two. I mean if they weren't geniuses with an affluent background with a grandfather who doesn't have a good sense of discipline, they wouldn't have been a hit for revenge." Brass said. It didn't occur to him that what he said weren't understood by Nick and the others.
"Anyway, we can look at the angle of revenge but let's not forget that they were looking for evidence." Grissom said.
At the same time, Brass' pager began to beep. He looked at it and said, "We've got our warrant."
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"You idiots! I told you to make a clean job!" the man said. He was talking inside his plush office, walking back and forth in the carpet floors.
"The police were here and were asking about you! I want you to finish that work I told you to do. Kill those meddling children if you have to but make sure I will never, ever be implicated because if I will be caught up in this, you'll be the one who'll end up six feet under! Is that understood?" he continued. He was listening for their reply.
"We'll discuss the money after you do what I tell you to do…" and ended the call
'Those children will pay. Never, ever, play with fire kiddies, it might burn you.' he thought and laughed silently. He began to pack his work and started ending his paperwork. The police will be back, this time with a warrant. He's going to hide somewhere, but he intends to kill those meddling children if ever he sees them.
They're going to pay…
A/N- I think its too cheesy… What do you think? Review please… thank you…