Disclaimer: All characters, except that of Jennifer Grissom-Stokes and
Emily Stokes is solely the property of the author. I in no way know the
cast or the writers of CSI.
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"Hey Warrick," Jen called. "Take a look at this."
"What?" Warrick asked.
"Tire marks. Either speeding off or coming to a complete halt from a high speed." Jen showed Warrick as she snapped photos. "Do you think the blood trail from the back door may be the suspects?"
"Well, let's play it out. Victim fights back, maybe stabs the attacker with something, the suspect takes off with it, so we can't find it. Runs out the back door after finishing the killing, leaving the blood trail." Warrick paused. "Have you swabbed?" Jen nodded. "Got into his car or an awaiting car and took off."
"But look at this." Jen pointed out. "The garbage bin was hit and there's a bullet hole. I recovered a 9mm from inside."
"I think someone deserves a raise." Warrick laughed. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go a head." Jen said as she put her samples in the kit.
"What is up with Nick? Is he experiencing PMS?" Warrick questioned.
"Emily is beginning to cut teeth, and they're really bothering her, she's been screaming like crazy, been up all night." Jen paused. "And Nick has been getting some letters that's also driving him nuts."
"Letters? What kind of letters?" Warrick asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not those kind of letters." Jennifer laughed. "They're so weird. No name, just these sick poems about how this person used to know Nick and wants him back and wants to get him into bed."
"Okay girl, retract the claws." Warrick laughed once again. "A psychotic ex- girlfriend maybe? Have you asked him about the ex's"
"Yeah, he listed them one by one, and talked about which one may have snapped or something, but nothing yet." Jen sighed. "I'm gonna get these back to the lab. Auto detail is coming with a flat bed to bring the trashcan to the garage. You and I can go garbage picking then."
"Joy." Warrick said sarcastically. "I'll be there in about half an hour. I'll call Sara and let her know you're heading back."
"Thanks man." Jen smiled as she walked away. --
"Well what is it Greg? I don't have all day you know." Nick snapped.
"Take a chill pill." Greg shot back. "Well, it's used to reduce friction." Greg smirked.
"Huh?" Nick asked.
"It can be bought at the local drug store. Men use it, women use it. It's mostly used for her pleasure." Greg said with a smirk plastered across this face.
Nick looked at him puzzled. "What are you talking about?" He asked as she snatched the paper from the printer. He eyed it over and few times. "Are you serious?"
"This thing never lies." Greg said with a huge smile as he patted the mass spectrometer.
"So it was the same thing found inside the female vic, but it was also the substance between the door and the frame? Who the heck would use spermicide lubricant to oil the door?" Nick said with a twisted expression on his face.
"Maybe the killer didn't want to make a sound while opening the door." Greg suggested.
Nick stood upright. "And maybe it was the only thing that was handy. Yea, yeah. He canvassed her apartment when she wasn't home, found that, put it on the door frame, and then when she was sleeping, that's how she didn't hear him." Nick said as he walked to the door. "I think it's time for a little experiment."
"Hey Warrick," Jen called. "Take a look at this."
"What?" Warrick asked.
"Tire marks. Either speeding off or coming to a complete halt from a high speed." Jen showed Warrick as she snapped photos. "Do you think the blood trail from the back door may be the suspects?"
"Well, let's play it out. Victim fights back, maybe stabs the attacker with something, the suspect takes off with it, so we can't find it. Runs out the back door after finishing the killing, leaving the blood trail." Warrick paused. "Have you swabbed?" Jen nodded. "Got into his car or an awaiting car and took off."
"But look at this." Jen pointed out. "The garbage bin was hit and there's a bullet hole. I recovered a 9mm from inside."
"I think someone deserves a raise." Warrick laughed. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go a head." Jen said as she put her samples in the kit.
"What is up with Nick? Is he experiencing PMS?" Warrick questioned.
"Emily is beginning to cut teeth, and they're really bothering her, she's been screaming like crazy, been up all night." Jen paused. "And Nick has been getting some letters that's also driving him nuts."
"Letters? What kind of letters?" Warrick asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not those kind of letters." Jennifer laughed. "They're so weird. No name, just these sick poems about how this person used to know Nick and wants him back and wants to get him into bed."
"Okay girl, retract the claws." Warrick laughed once again. "A psychotic ex- girlfriend maybe? Have you asked him about the ex's"
"Yeah, he listed them one by one, and talked about which one may have snapped or something, but nothing yet." Jen sighed. "I'm gonna get these back to the lab. Auto detail is coming with a flat bed to bring the trashcan to the garage. You and I can go garbage picking then."
"Joy." Warrick said sarcastically. "I'll be there in about half an hour. I'll call Sara and let her know you're heading back."
"Thanks man." Jen smiled as she walked away. --
"Well what is it Greg? I don't have all day you know." Nick snapped.
"Take a chill pill." Greg shot back. "Well, it's used to reduce friction." Greg smirked.
"Huh?" Nick asked.
"It can be bought at the local drug store. Men use it, women use it. It's mostly used for her pleasure." Greg said with a smirk plastered across this face.
Nick looked at him puzzled. "What are you talking about?" He asked as she snatched the paper from the printer. He eyed it over and few times. "Are you serious?"
"This thing never lies." Greg said with a huge smile as he patted the mass spectrometer.
"So it was the same thing found inside the female vic, but it was also the substance between the door and the frame? Who the heck would use spermicide lubricant to oil the door?" Nick said with a twisted expression on his face.
"Maybe the killer didn't want to make a sound while opening the door." Greg suggested.
Nick stood upright. "And maybe it was the only thing that was handy. Yea, yeah. He canvassed her apartment when she wasn't home, found that, put it on the door frame, and then when she was sleeping, that's how she didn't hear him." Nick said as he walked to the door. "I think it's time for a little experiment."