Euphony: Part 5
Stewart Otis reached over the sleeping toddler. He grabbed her up into his arms. He hugged her tight to him as he left the house stealthily. She woke up and stared to cry. Otis's anger flared. He shook the baby hard. Robin cried as she was shaken violently. Otis slammed Robin on the ground. Robin died from the trauma that was inflicted on her from Otis. He, in a fervent passion, had killed the object of his desire. Trying to escape detection or the sight of nosy neighbours, Otis had to hide the body. He was confused. So, he hastily threw Robin into the parent's dumpster and fled. Scared to be caught, Otis left the neighbourhood. In a frenzy, he left all his belongings at the house where he was staying.
*****
Grissom peeked into the dumpster and winced. This was the second child death in this neighbourhood, which just happened to be near where Catherine lived. Catherine was scared for her child and had to leave the scene to go home and check on Lindsey. Grissom had David pronounce and he went to work collecting evidence off the baby. Nick, who had just recently joined the case, went up to the front door. He opened it to talk to the parents.
"Hi, I'm Nick Stokes. I'll be working the case with Mr. Grissom on finding out who did this to your lovely daughter." Nick said. He shook hands with both parents. Nikky had snot on her hand, so Nick had to pull a Kleenex out of his case to wipe his hand. He tried to show no disgust.
"We know who did it. He had stayed with us for the past month." Chase said. He held his wife's hand to comfort her, but Nick knew from experience that nothing would comfort a grieving mother.
"We thought he was harmless. He was friendly and loved our baby." Nikky said.
"Jeff was a nice man." Chase added.
"Wait a minute; his name is Jeff?" Nick said.
"Jeff Biggs. I met him working at my convenience store."
"Are you sure is name was Jeff? Did you see a drivers license or anything with his name on it?" Nick questioned. Did they have the wrong man?
"No, we're not sure. In fact, I can't ever recall seeing anything with his name on it. I don't even know how to spell his last name."
Nick pulled out a picture of Stewart Otis. He showed it to the family. They told Nick that that was the man they had opened their house to. "This man is a convicted Pedophile named Stewart Otis. He escaped from his prison in Florida and came here."
"Gosh...I thought...I didn't know...He seemed decent enough. A little dirty, but nice."
Nick went back out to Grissom and they processed the scene together. Grissom tenderly set the baby into the clean body bag and it was transported back to the lab.
*****
Grissom went through the same meticulous sweep of the baby's body as he did with Susie. He washed it gently with mildly warm water instead of the usually frigid water that was used. He photographed the body carefully. Two pictures on each shot. Grissom always got exceedingly angry when there was crime that involved children. He got too involved and he knew it. It was a weakness of his that he hid from the rest of the CSIs. He talked to the toddler. "We are closer than we were before. We will find out who did this too you." Catherine watched Grissom through the window as the prepared the baby for autopsy.
*****
Grissom had to make the phone call that he didn't want to make. He grudgingly picked up the phone and dialled Horatio's phone number.
"Horatio." Grissom said in a depressed manner.
"Grissom." Horatio retorted.
"We found another body that we attribute to Otis."
"How old?"
"She was only two years old."
"He's tricky, but he is able to be caught. I remember that we had him right in the palm of our hand and he escaped, again. He went to a place with a lot of children. His favourite dream, but our worst nightmare." Horatio reminisced. "He is elusive."
"Yeah, you got that right."
"Good luck." Horatio said.
"Hey, we don't need luck; we need people and money. The things we don't have. You know, I can't put up a notice to public; Otis will just skip town. We can't have that. Can we?"
"No. Just keep your eyes peeled. That is about all you can do." Horatio said. "Well, you had better get going to keep up with that elusive beast."
"Yeah, well, okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Grissom hung up the phone and wondered how and when he would catch that monster. 'By Divine Intervention' was all that Grissom could come up with. He was out of ideas. He had a lack of evidence, and he was dealing with a transient who could skip town and go to Mexico. Or to Canada where there is no death penalty and they won't extradite him if the Americans are going to put him to death, which is what he deserves.
Grissom thought of all the times when he had hit a brick wall; he told his people to go back over the evidence. Well, the evidence wasn't leading him to Otis. It wasn't leading him anywhere. They knew whom it was, just not where he was. They didn't need to know who had committed the crimes. Oh, they knew that all right. It's just, where is that man? Grissom cursed at himself for letting Otis go in the first place. He should have known who it was. He had just gone through the escaped prisoners list that morning.
Stewart Otis reached over the sleeping toddler. He grabbed her up into his arms. He hugged her tight to him as he left the house stealthily. She woke up and stared to cry. Otis's anger flared. He shook the baby hard. Robin cried as she was shaken violently. Otis slammed Robin on the ground. Robin died from the trauma that was inflicted on her from Otis. He, in a fervent passion, had killed the object of his desire. Trying to escape detection or the sight of nosy neighbours, Otis had to hide the body. He was confused. So, he hastily threw Robin into the parent's dumpster and fled. Scared to be caught, Otis left the neighbourhood. In a frenzy, he left all his belongings at the house where he was staying.
*****
Grissom peeked into the dumpster and winced. This was the second child death in this neighbourhood, which just happened to be near where Catherine lived. Catherine was scared for her child and had to leave the scene to go home and check on Lindsey. Grissom had David pronounce and he went to work collecting evidence off the baby. Nick, who had just recently joined the case, went up to the front door. He opened it to talk to the parents.
"Hi, I'm Nick Stokes. I'll be working the case with Mr. Grissom on finding out who did this to your lovely daughter." Nick said. He shook hands with both parents. Nikky had snot on her hand, so Nick had to pull a Kleenex out of his case to wipe his hand. He tried to show no disgust.
"We know who did it. He had stayed with us for the past month." Chase said. He held his wife's hand to comfort her, but Nick knew from experience that nothing would comfort a grieving mother.
"We thought he was harmless. He was friendly and loved our baby." Nikky said.
"Jeff was a nice man." Chase added.
"Wait a minute; his name is Jeff?" Nick said.
"Jeff Biggs. I met him working at my convenience store."
"Are you sure is name was Jeff? Did you see a drivers license or anything with his name on it?" Nick questioned. Did they have the wrong man?
"No, we're not sure. In fact, I can't ever recall seeing anything with his name on it. I don't even know how to spell his last name."
Nick pulled out a picture of Stewart Otis. He showed it to the family. They told Nick that that was the man they had opened their house to. "This man is a convicted Pedophile named Stewart Otis. He escaped from his prison in Florida and came here."
"Gosh...I thought...I didn't know...He seemed decent enough. A little dirty, but nice."
Nick went back out to Grissom and they processed the scene together. Grissom tenderly set the baby into the clean body bag and it was transported back to the lab.
*****
Grissom went through the same meticulous sweep of the baby's body as he did with Susie. He washed it gently with mildly warm water instead of the usually frigid water that was used. He photographed the body carefully. Two pictures on each shot. Grissom always got exceedingly angry when there was crime that involved children. He got too involved and he knew it. It was a weakness of his that he hid from the rest of the CSIs. He talked to the toddler. "We are closer than we were before. We will find out who did this too you." Catherine watched Grissom through the window as the prepared the baby for autopsy.
*****
Grissom had to make the phone call that he didn't want to make. He grudgingly picked up the phone and dialled Horatio's phone number.
"Horatio." Grissom said in a depressed manner.
"Grissom." Horatio retorted.
"We found another body that we attribute to Otis."
"How old?"
"She was only two years old."
"He's tricky, but he is able to be caught. I remember that we had him right in the palm of our hand and he escaped, again. He went to a place with a lot of children. His favourite dream, but our worst nightmare." Horatio reminisced. "He is elusive."
"Yeah, you got that right."
"Good luck." Horatio said.
"Hey, we don't need luck; we need people and money. The things we don't have. You know, I can't put up a notice to public; Otis will just skip town. We can't have that. Can we?"
"No. Just keep your eyes peeled. That is about all you can do." Horatio said. "Well, you had better get going to keep up with that elusive beast."
"Yeah, well, okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Grissom hung up the phone and wondered how and when he would catch that monster. 'By Divine Intervention' was all that Grissom could come up with. He was out of ideas. He had a lack of evidence, and he was dealing with a transient who could skip town and go to Mexico. Or to Canada where there is no death penalty and they won't extradite him if the Americans are going to put him to death, which is what he deserves.
Grissom thought of all the times when he had hit a brick wall; he told his people to go back over the evidence. Well, the evidence wasn't leading him to Otis. It wasn't leading him anywhere. They knew whom it was, just not where he was. They didn't need to know who had committed the crimes. Oh, they knew that all right. It's just, where is that man? Grissom cursed at himself for letting Otis go in the first place. He should have known who it was. He had just gone through the escaped prisoners list that morning.
