Euphony: Part 6
Grissom tapped his fingers on his desk. He was waiting for an idea to come to him. How would he catch this monster? He pain and angst for the little children who had died under the hands of Stewart Otis had gripped him so tight around the neck and was strangling him.
He laid his head on his desk and closed his eyes. He fell into a deep sleep. Not wanting to wake up after a refreshing nap, he lifted his head. His eyes half slit in sleepiness, the much-wanted idea had come to him. He turned on his computer and started typing wildly. He looked over the finished product on his screen and printed the page out when he was satisfied with it. He held the page up and looked at it. He printed out many copies of it and went through the lab, corralling his CSIs into the Break Room.
The CSIs sat around the break table, grumbling, about Grissom's interrupting their work. Sara talked to Catherine about the latest case while Nick Brewed some of Greg's expensive coffee. Nick glanced over his shoulder every once in a while, checking to make sure Greg was not coming. Nick poured the coffee for every one in the break room. Grissom walked in with a handful of papers in his arms. He took the cup out of Nick's hand. "Thank you." He said and sipped on the coffee. Nick poured himself another cup.
"Everyone, Stewart Otis is ravaging our town. His rage is not letting up. It is our responsibility to catch this monster before he strikes again." Grissom said. He took a sip on the coffee and looked back at Nick. "This is not our coffee." He whispered to Nick. Nick smirked. Grissom nodded his head in understanding. The coffee was delicious and Grissom was not going to dispute what Nick had done. Warrick sipped contently on the coffee as his boss talked to them about their responsibilities. He had heard this before.
Grissom handed out the sheets of paper. The team looked over their own respective stacks as Grissom watched their reactions. "Do you really think that this is going to work?" Catherine questioned. Her out-spoken self had struck again. She lifted the paper and waved it.
Grissom ignored the question and continued to talk. "Please, hand these flyers out, alerting about the pedophile on the loose, to every day care centre, nursery, park, school, etc. I want these to reach the hands of every place with children, not Stewart Otis. Break up as you wish, I don't care how. Just do what I say as you want to. Pronto. Go on everyone." The team stood up complaining. They tossed their coffee cups and left the break room with the stack of papers in their arms.
Sara stayed behind. She confronted Grissom. "You once told me never to get too involved with the victims. I've stayed true to that, but can you?" Sara challenged. She walked out of the break room, following her co-workers. Grissom stood in the break room, pondering what Sara had said to him.
Greg walked into the room with Grissom. He smelled of the air. He opened his mouth to speak, "That's not my coffee, is it?" He asked Grissom. Grissom stared past Greg, still thinking. He, finally, walked out of the break room, leaving Greg to the empty coffee pot.
Grissom sat at his desk, listening to the classical music that soothed him. He yawned. He had been at work for two days, non-stop, waiting for the phone call that he was expecting. Grissom knew that Stewart Otis was attracted like a magnet to all places with children. It was undeniable about Otis's nature. The phone rang and Grissom pounced like a cat spotting its prey on the telephone.
"Hello?" Grissom said. His heart was beating rapidly. Thum-bum...thum-bum.
"Hello? Is this Gil Grissom?" A terrified woman asked on the other end of the telephone line. She was panicking.
"Yes, this is he." Grissom said. He clutched the telephone tighter.
"I have a poster of a man. This man is outside my day care centre. He is pacing outside. I thought he was just a parent waiting until I found this poster. It looks just like him." The woman said.
"Okay, where is your day care centre?"
"Umm...I'm at 295 Flamingo Road. This is the Sunny Child Day Care Centre." The woman said. Grissom assured her that they would be there soon and hung up the phone. He walked briskly to the lab and pointed at Nick and Catherine. "Come with me." He instructed. Grissom stopped by Brass's office and told him to follow. Brass old him that he would be there in a minute. As they walked out to the Tahoe, with silver cases in hand, Grissom filled them in on the new information.
Totally un-Grissom-like, Grissom climbed into the driver's seat. He pushed the key into the ignition and flipped on the police lights. They drove to the centre. As they pulled up to the curb, they looked at the front of the centre. Stewart was not there. Grissom, in a hurry, jumped out of the car, with the key still in it. He went inside with Nick and Catherine hot on his trail.
He saw a group of toddlers huddled around a woman lying on the floor. Grissom knelt down next to the woman and asked her, "Are you okay?" The woman nodded. Grissom continue to talk. "What happened?" Grissom asked.
"The man out front...he came inside and took Bethany." Grissom ordered for Nick to go back out to the car and call the police with Grissom's cell phone. Nick saw Otis buckling a child into the Tahoe. Nick ran up to the car and pulled on the car door. It was locked. As Stewart stepped on the gas pedal, the car door broke off in Nick's hand. He dropped in on the concrete to preserve it as evidence and ran inside to use the phone. He instructed for ambulance and scent dogs to follow the car. Catherine propped the woman up on the wall, as they waited for the ambulance. Grissom waited out front. The bloodhounds arrived and Grissom gave them the door handle to smell. They howled and ran off toward the West. Grissom ran with them. They went for a couple miles and Grissom was exhausted. He climbed into the police car that was following the dogs. They were just starting to leave Las Vegas. Grissom put his hand up to his head as the sun shined in his face. The sun was beginning to set. The cold began to wrap around Vegas.
The dogs ran off on to a dirt road. The police car could not longer follow, so Grissom got out of it and followed the dogs. As the police dogs went over the top of a hill, Grissom saw his car at the bottom in a dirt pit. Grissom ran down the hill, hoping that Stewart Otis was in the car. Grissom wanted to catch him in the act. He went up to the driver's side and flung the door open. A little girl lay dead on the driver's seat. Grissom's anger grew and he covered the exposed girl up with his jacket. He knew who had done this act; the scene was almost worthless to him. Grissom called the police officers over. They started to tape off the scene.
Grissom tapped his fingers on his desk. He was waiting for an idea to come to him. How would he catch this monster? He pain and angst for the little children who had died under the hands of Stewart Otis had gripped him so tight around the neck and was strangling him.
He laid his head on his desk and closed his eyes. He fell into a deep sleep. Not wanting to wake up after a refreshing nap, he lifted his head. His eyes half slit in sleepiness, the much-wanted idea had come to him. He turned on his computer and started typing wildly. He looked over the finished product on his screen and printed the page out when he was satisfied with it. He held the page up and looked at it. He printed out many copies of it and went through the lab, corralling his CSIs into the Break Room.
The CSIs sat around the break table, grumbling, about Grissom's interrupting their work. Sara talked to Catherine about the latest case while Nick Brewed some of Greg's expensive coffee. Nick glanced over his shoulder every once in a while, checking to make sure Greg was not coming. Nick poured the coffee for every one in the break room. Grissom walked in with a handful of papers in his arms. He took the cup out of Nick's hand. "Thank you." He said and sipped on the coffee. Nick poured himself another cup.
"Everyone, Stewart Otis is ravaging our town. His rage is not letting up. It is our responsibility to catch this monster before he strikes again." Grissom said. He took a sip on the coffee and looked back at Nick. "This is not our coffee." He whispered to Nick. Nick smirked. Grissom nodded his head in understanding. The coffee was delicious and Grissom was not going to dispute what Nick had done. Warrick sipped contently on the coffee as his boss talked to them about their responsibilities. He had heard this before.
Grissom handed out the sheets of paper. The team looked over their own respective stacks as Grissom watched their reactions. "Do you really think that this is going to work?" Catherine questioned. Her out-spoken self had struck again. She lifted the paper and waved it.
Grissom ignored the question and continued to talk. "Please, hand these flyers out, alerting about the pedophile on the loose, to every day care centre, nursery, park, school, etc. I want these to reach the hands of every place with children, not Stewart Otis. Break up as you wish, I don't care how. Just do what I say as you want to. Pronto. Go on everyone." The team stood up complaining. They tossed their coffee cups and left the break room with the stack of papers in their arms.
Sara stayed behind. She confronted Grissom. "You once told me never to get too involved with the victims. I've stayed true to that, but can you?" Sara challenged. She walked out of the break room, following her co-workers. Grissom stood in the break room, pondering what Sara had said to him.
Greg walked into the room with Grissom. He smelled of the air. He opened his mouth to speak, "That's not my coffee, is it?" He asked Grissom. Grissom stared past Greg, still thinking. He, finally, walked out of the break room, leaving Greg to the empty coffee pot.
Grissom sat at his desk, listening to the classical music that soothed him. He yawned. He had been at work for two days, non-stop, waiting for the phone call that he was expecting. Grissom knew that Stewart Otis was attracted like a magnet to all places with children. It was undeniable about Otis's nature. The phone rang and Grissom pounced like a cat spotting its prey on the telephone.
"Hello?" Grissom said. His heart was beating rapidly. Thum-bum...thum-bum.
"Hello? Is this Gil Grissom?" A terrified woman asked on the other end of the telephone line. She was panicking.
"Yes, this is he." Grissom said. He clutched the telephone tighter.
"I have a poster of a man. This man is outside my day care centre. He is pacing outside. I thought he was just a parent waiting until I found this poster. It looks just like him." The woman said.
"Okay, where is your day care centre?"
"Umm...I'm at 295 Flamingo Road. This is the Sunny Child Day Care Centre." The woman said. Grissom assured her that they would be there soon and hung up the phone. He walked briskly to the lab and pointed at Nick and Catherine. "Come with me." He instructed. Grissom stopped by Brass's office and told him to follow. Brass old him that he would be there in a minute. As they walked out to the Tahoe, with silver cases in hand, Grissom filled them in on the new information.
Totally un-Grissom-like, Grissom climbed into the driver's seat. He pushed the key into the ignition and flipped on the police lights. They drove to the centre. As they pulled up to the curb, they looked at the front of the centre. Stewart was not there. Grissom, in a hurry, jumped out of the car, with the key still in it. He went inside with Nick and Catherine hot on his trail.
He saw a group of toddlers huddled around a woman lying on the floor. Grissom knelt down next to the woman and asked her, "Are you okay?" The woman nodded. Grissom continue to talk. "What happened?" Grissom asked.
"The man out front...he came inside and took Bethany." Grissom ordered for Nick to go back out to the car and call the police with Grissom's cell phone. Nick saw Otis buckling a child into the Tahoe. Nick ran up to the car and pulled on the car door. It was locked. As Stewart stepped on the gas pedal, the car door broke off in Nick's hand. He dropped in on the concrete to preserve it as evidence and ran inside to use the phone. He instructed for ambulance and scent dogs to follow the car. Catherine propped the woman up on the wall, as they waited for the ambulance. Grissom waited out front. The bloodhounds arrived and Grissom gave them the door handle to smell. They howled and ran off toward the West. Grissom ran with them. They went for a couple miles and Grissom was exhausted. He climbed into the police car that was following the dogs. They were just starting to leave Las Vegas. Grissom put his hand up to his head as the sun shined in his face. The sun was beginning to set. The cold began to wrap around Vegas.
The dogs ran off on to a dirt road. The police car could not longer follow, so Grissom got out of it and followed the dogs. As the police dogs went over the top of a hill, Grissom saw his car at the bottom in a dirt pit. Grissom ran down the hill, hoping that Stewart Otis was in the car. Grissom wanted to catch him in the act. He went up to the driver's side and flung the door open. A little girl lay dead on the driver's seat. Grissom's anger grew and he covered the exposed girl up with his jacket. He knew who had done this act; the scene was almost worthless to him. Grissom called the police officers over. They started to tape off the scene.
