Euphony: Part 2
Grissom bumped into a man while he was on the way to a crime scene. He looks familiar. I've seen him somewhere. He thought. He turned around to get a better look. "Oh, I'm sorry." Grissom said. He tapped the man on the shoulder to try to get a better feel for him. Grissom couldn't linger any longer. It would look suspicious. He hurried on to the crime scene. When he arrived at the site, he set down his case. He pointed to Catherine and motioned for her to come. "Catherine, I just saw a guy. He looks familiar. Go look at him. Follow me." Catherine nodded, and Grissom pointed to Sara. "You are in charge. We'll be back." They hurried up the strip to where the man was walking. Grissom looked around. "He's not here." Grissom threw up his hands.
Catherine didn't know what to say. She just walked back to the crime scene. Grissom stood in the middle of the strip and looked around him. The man was gone. Grissom followed Catherine back. "Dang it. He's gone. I know him from somewhere!" Grissom whispered to Catherine. They worked at the scene and went back to the lab. Grissom dropped some evidence off with Greg and went to the break room. He grabbed a cup of coffee and racked his brain for an answer. He tapped on the table. "Who was he?" He said over and over. He was frustrated. He had seen him somewhere and somewhere in his heart, he knew that man should not have been on the street. He should have been in prison.
Grissom went about his work. Every once in awhile, his mind would float back to that face. While putting a fingerprint into the AFIS database, his mind clicked. He jumped up from his chair. He ran to the computer connected to the national list of wanted criminals. He surfed through the list. Then, he came to a face. He pointed at the computer and walked briskly to get Catherine.
Catherine looked at the computer. She read the name under the picture. "Stewart Otis. Now, who is this guy again?"
Grissom stared at Catherine. "He was the guy I saw on the strip. I was looking through the database this morning. And, when I saw him on the strip, I knew who it was, but I couldn't put my finger on it."
Catherine's face lit up; she had a thought. "You need to call up Horatio and tell him you found his guy in Vegas."
Grissom pointed at Catherine. "Good thinking." He said. He went to his office and searched through his files. He pulled out a sticky note. It had Horatio's cell phone number on it. Grissom dialled the number.
"Horatio?"
"Hello? Who is this?" The man on the other side said cautiously.
"Grissom, from the LVMPD crime lab."
"Hi." Horatio said dully.
"I have some news for you on your escapee." Grissom said confidently.
"You know where Stewart Otis is?" Horatio asked.
"I have a general idea." Grissom said. He scratched his head.
"Where?"
"He is here in Las Vegas. I saw him on the strip on my way to a crime scene."
"Okay." Horatio said in his usual mild tone of voice.
"If I see him again, I'll nab him and send him back to you. I'll put out a BOLO."
"Thanks, Grissom."
"Your welcome, H."
"Bye."
"Bye." Grissom heard a click on the other end of the line, and he hung up his phone. After talking to Horatio, he knew what he had to do. He had to catch that creep before he hurt anybody again.
Grissom bumped into a man while he was on the way to a crime scene. He looks familiar. I've seen him somewhere. He thought. He turned around to get a better look. "Oh, I'm sorry." Grissom said. He tapped the man on the shoulder to try to get a better feel for him. Grissom couldn't linger any longer. It would look suspicious. He hurried on to the crime scene. When he arrived at the site, he set down his case. He pointed to Catherine and motioned for her to come. "Catherine, I just saw a guy. He looks familiar. Go look at him. Follow me." Catherine nodded, and Grissom pointed to Sara. "You are in charge. We'll be back." They hurried up the strip to where the man was walking. Grissom looked around. "He's not here." Grissom threw up his hands.
Catherine didn't know what to say. She just walked back to the crime scene. Grissom stood in the middle of the strip and looked around him. The man was gone. Grissom followed Catherine back. "Dang it. He's gone. I know him from somewhere!" Grissom whispered to Catherine. They worked at the scene and went back to the lab. Grissom dropped some evidence off with Greg and went to the break room. He grabbed a cup of coffee and racked his brain for an answer. He tapped on the table. "Who was he?" He said over and over. He was frustrated. He had seen him somewhere and somewhere in his heart, he knew that man should not have been on the street. He should have been in prison.
Grissom went about his work. Every once in awhile, his mind would float back to that face. While putting a fingerprint into the AFIS database, his mind clicked. He jumped up from his chair. He ran to the computer connected to the national list of wanted criminals. He surfed through the list. Then, he came to a face. He pointed at the computer and walked briskly to get Catherine.
Catherine looked at the computer. She read the name under the picture. "Stewart Otis. Now, who is this guy again?"
Grissom stared at Catherine. "He was the guy I saw on the strip. I was looking through the database this morning. And, when I saw him on the strip, I knew who it was, but I couldn't put my finger on it."
Catherine's face lit up; she had a thought. "You need to call up Horatio and tell him you found his guy in Vegas."
Grissom pointed at Catherine. "Good thinking." He said. He went to his office and searched through his files. He pulled out a sticky note. It had Horatio's cell phone number on it. Grissom dialled the number.
"Horatio?"
"Hello? Who is this?" The man on the other side said cautiously.
"Grissom, from the LVMPD crime lab."
"Hi." Horatio said dully.
"I have some news for you on your escapee." Grissom said confidently.
"You know where Stewart Otis is?" Horatio asked.
"I have a general idea." Grissom said. He scratched his head.
"Where?"
"He is here in Las Vegas. I saw him on the strip on my way to a crime scene."
"Okay." Horatio said in his usual mild tone of voice.
"If I see him again, I'll nab him and send him back to you. I'll put out a BOLO."
"Thanks, Grissom."
"Your welcome, H."
"Bye."
"Bye." Grissom heard a click on the other end of the line, and he hung up his phone. After talking to Horatio, he knew what he had to do. He had to catch that creep before he hurt anybody again.
