"It's a Ford Taurus." Jen said as she caught up with Warrick at the lab. "A
Ford Taurus with really high end tires. The sports car kind of tires, the
one with purple flecks. One of the neighbors was leaving for work at three
am, he works at Excalabur as a bank manager. He said he opened up his
garage door and notice a yellow Ford Taurus speeding down the backlane."
"Who'd want to soup up a Ford Taurus?" Warrick questioned.
"Maybe someone who wanted to keep their car possibly. What do you do when your suspention is shot? Go out an buy a new car, or go and buy the parts to fix the current problem?" Jen stated.
"True. But someone who soups up their car like that could be a racer and not the kind that are in NASCAR. I'm talking about the underground racing. Catherine and Nick did a case involving underground racing about a year ago. They talked to this kid, I think his name was Thumpy G, or something like that. He reminds me of Jamie Kennedy's white rapper wannabe character that he portrays. Ask Nick where he can be found, then we'll talk to him." Warrick smiled and stopped as he saw Nick in the garage. "What the heck is he doing?" He whispered.
"I have no idea. Greasing a door?" Jen shurgged. She quietly walked into the garage and almost blew her cover when she saw KY Jelly sitting on the bench. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Don't do that!" Nick said as he jumped, turning around to see Jen standing there.
"Are you having some issues that you'd like to discuss with me?" Jen snickered. "Because you know, I don't think we have those kind of problems."
"Funny." Nick said sarcastically. "I'm proving a theory that I have. When Grissom and I were at our crime scene yesterday, I noticed a greasy substance on the door, between the door and the frame. Took a sample and it came back as the lubricant. So my theory is that the killer, used what was handy. He scaled the place early in the week, found that, lubricated the door so it wouldn't make a creeking noice when he opened it. Now, it's time to test my theory out, if you could be ever so quiet my dear. Nick opened the door and no sound was made.
"Congratulations sweetheart." Jen smiled. "See I knew I married you for a reason."
Nick laughed. "Yea, and that reason is at home with my mother. But I married you primarily because I love you." He paused as he wrote down his findings in the file. "Speaking of my mother, she wants to know what time we'll be done. She's taking us out for dinner."
"Raincheck. Warrick, Sara and I are on a lead. And that's the reason why I'm here. Warrick said to talk to you about some kid named Thumpy G." Jen asked.
"Oh yeah, the self-claimed ladies man. He's twenty and this gear kid, Catherine and I almost busted him for disturbance of the peace. The volume of his radio was knocking the decible meter off the charts. You can probably find him on the strip." Nick said.
"Thanks baby." Jen smiled as she gave him a peck on the cheeck and walked out.
"Heh, is that all I'm good for?" He snickered and went back to his work.
--
"Nick was right." Sara commented. "Look at all these kids. Can't the cops bust them?"
"Nah. They're not doing anything illegal." Jen paused. "Yet. Excuse me! I'm looking for Thumpy G!" She shouted over the music.
"Yeah, why? Who's asking?" A voice asked from behind a car hood.
"That would be me." Jen spoke back.
Warrick was right. He looked exactly like the Jamie Kennedy character. "Dayum. You're one fine foxy lady. You and your female friend here wanting to take a ride on the Thumpy G Dream Machine." He smirked thrusting his hips back and forth.
"No thanks. I'm married and have a six month old at home. But maybe my colleague here would." Jen laughed.
"Um, no. I don't date little kids." Sara said bitterly.
"Too bad. I could show you a good time." Thumpy G replied.
"And why don't you show these ladies some respect." Warrick spoke up. "Do you have any idea who belongs to this car? We don't see it here?"
Thumpy G grabbed the computer composite from Warrick's hand and eyed it a few times. "Yeah, yeah I do. That's Mac-Daddy's car."
"Does Mac-Daddy have a name?" Warrick seethed.
"Peter Greyson." Thumpy said as he rolled his eyes. "So am I like becoming an informant for the police?"
"No." Jen said flatly. "You just seem to know where all the illegal activity is."
"You're not gonna bust me are you? We're just sitting here." Thumpy pleaded. His little boy persona began to shine through, stripping him of his daddy-mac-wannabe title.
"No, you're just sitting here. For now." Jen smiled. "Is he going to be here later?"
"No. He has night classes." Thumpy said rolling his eyes.
"What kind of night classes?" Sara asked.
"Cooking classes." Thumpy paused and snickered. "He wants to become a chef."
"There's nothing funny about that. At least he's doing something productive with his life. Where are the classes being held." Jen asked.
"Creative Cooking School on West Sahara." Thumpy said.
"Thanks. If we need anymore info. We know where to find you." Jen said as the three of them walked back to the Tahoe.
"Fiesty little thing." Thumpy voiced.
"I heard that." Jen said as she slammed the Tahoe door.
"Who'd want to soup up a Ford Taurus?" Warrick questioned.
"Maybe someone who wanted to keep their car possibly. What do you do when your suspention is shot? Go out an buy a new car, or go and buy the parts to fix the current problem?" Jen stated.
"True. But someone who soups up their car like that could be a racer and not the kind that are in NASCAR. I'm talking about the underground racing. Catherine and Nick did a case involving underground racing about a year ago. They talked to this kid, I think his name was Thumpy G, or something like that. He reminds me of Jamie Kennedy's white rapper wannabe character that he portrays. Ask Nick where he can be found, then we'll talk to him." Warrick smiled and stopped as he saw Nick in the garage. "What the heck is he doing?" He whispered.
"I have no idea. Greasing a door?" Jen shurgged. She quietly walked into the garage and almost blew her cover when she saw KY Jelly sitting on the bench. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Don't do that!" Nick said as he jumped, turning around to see Jen standing there.
"Are you having some issues that you'd like to discuss with me?" Jen snickered. "Because you know, I don't think we have those kind of problems."
"Funny." Nick said sarcastically. "I'm proving a theory that I have. When Grissom and I were at our crime scene yesterday, I noticed a greasy substance on the door, between the door and the frame. Took a sample and it came back as the lubricant. So my theory is that the killer, used what was handy. He scaled the place early in the week, found that, lubricated the door so it wouldn't make a creeking noice when he opened it. Now, it's time to test my theory out, if you could be ever so quiet my dear. Nick opened the door and no sound was made.
"Congratulations sweetheart." Jen smiled. "See I knew I married you for a reason."
Nick laughed. "Yea, and that reason is at home with my mother. But I married you primarily because I love you." He paused as he wrote down his findings in the file. "Speaking of my mother, she wants to know what time we'll be done. She's taking us out for dinner."
"Raincheck. Warrick, Sara and I are on a lead. And that's the reason why I'm here. Warrick said to talk to you about some kid named Thumpy G." Jen asked.
"Oh yeah, the self-claimed ladies man. He's twenty and this gear kid, Catherine and I almost busted him for disturbance of the peace. The volume of his radio was knocking the decible meter off the charts. You can probably find him on the strip." Nick said.
"Thanks baby." Jen smiled as she gave him a peck on the cheeck and walked out.
"Heh, is that all I'm good for?" He snickered and went back to his work.
--
"Nick was right." Sara commented. "Look at all these kids. Can't the cops bust them?"
"Nah. They're not doing anything illegal." Jen paused. "Yet. Excuse me! I'm looking for Thumpy G!" She shouted over the music.
"Yeah, why? Who's asking?" A voice asked from behind a car hood.
"That would be me." Jen spoke back.
Warrick was right. He looked exactly like the Jamie Kennedy character. "Dayum. You're one fine foxy lady. You and your female friend here wanting to take a ride on the Thumpy G Dream Machine." He smirked thrusting his hips back and forth.
"No thanks. I'm married and have a six month old at home. But maybe my colleague here would." Jen laughed.
"Um, no. I don't date little kids." Sara said bitterly.
"Too bad. I could show you a good time." Thumpy G replied.
"And why don't you show these ladies some respect." Warrick spoke up. "Do you have any idea who belongs to this car? We don't see it here?"
Thumpy G grabbed the computer composite from Warrick's hand and eyed it a few times. "Yeah, yeah I do. That's Mac-Daddy's car."
"Does Mac-Daddy have a name?" Warrick seethed.
"Peter Greyson." Thumpy said as he rolled his eyes. "So am I like becoming an informant for the police?"
"No." Jen said flatly. "You just seem to know where all the illegal activity is."
"You're not gonna bust me are you? We're just sitting here." Thumpy pleaded. His little boy persona began to shine through, stripping him of his daddy-mac-wannabe title.
"No, you're just sitting here. For now." Jen smiled. "Is he going to be here later?"
"No. He has night classes." Thumpy said rolling his eyes.
"What kind of night classes?" Sara asked.
"Cooking classes." Thumpy paused and snickered. "He wants to become a chef."
"There's nothing funny about that. At least he's doing something productive with his life. Where are the classes being held." Jen asked.
"Creative Cooking School on West Sahara." Thumpy said.
"Thanks. If we need anymore info. We know where to find you." Jen said as the three of them walked back to the Tahoe.
"Fiesty little thing." Thumpy voiced.
"I heard that." Jen said as she slammed the Tahoe door.