The Third Interview
As Captain Brass, a small blonde boy, and the guidance counselor walked into the room, Grissom was on his cell phone. On the other end was Catherine. "So, I sent the hair I found on the vic's clothes to DNA," she told Grissom. "What color was it?" he asked. "Brown. Oh, and it was long. So, we're probably looking for a girl," she told him Grissom nodded a bit, even though Catherine couldn't see him. "Thank you," he said before he hung up and looked at the boy.
"This is the boy," Captain Brass informed Grissom. Grissom nodded a thank you and said, "Hello Christian, I'm Mr. Grissom. Please, have a seat." The boy did as he was told. "Christian, we're just going to ask you some questions about what you did the other night. Is that okay with you?" Christian looked very pale. "I...I get very nervous, Mr. Grissom," the boy said. "This will be quick. Can you tell us what happened last night?" The boy nodded, shaking a bit. "I was in the school with my friend Zoey. Peter...the...the...dead kid...he...saw me and...and I saw him...We...saw...each other...and...he said...stuff...and...then....Zoey told him not to say stuff...and...he said some more stuff, but this time to Zoey...and she didn't like that...so she...she punched him...but trust me, she really isn't like that." "No?" asked Grissom. "No! I mean...no...she...she doesn't...like...to touch people...he made her...he got out of hand, Mr. Grissom. He said stuff he shouldn't have said..." "I understand that, Christian. What happened after Zoey punched Peter?" The boy was already starting to sweat. He was uncomfortable talking to these people. "She, uh, she left, Mr. Grissom sir." Sara sat back in her chair. She was listening very carefully to the conversation. Grissom squinted his eyes a bit at the boy. "Christian, did you go with her?" he asked. Christian shook his head. "N-no. I was in shock and...and I was scared so...I went to the bathroom. I-I...threw up." The young boy looked down at the floor, embarrassed. Grissom nodded a bit. "After you threw up, did you see Zoey again in the building?" "N-no, Mr. Grissom sir." "Okay," Grissom said, "Thank you. You can go now." "T-Thank you, sir." The boy stood up shakily and walked out of the classroom with Captain Brass and the counselor.
Sara looked at Grissom. "He was wearing Converses." Grissom looked at her. "Catherine found a long, brown hair on the vic's clothing," he said. She rolled her eyes slightly. "Well, of course, Grissom! The girl punched the guy. A strand of hair could've fallen on him then." "True, but he has somewhat of an alibi. He was in the bathroom vomiting. Do you think a kid like him would slaughter a boy after he throws up? He couldn't stand to watch Zoey hit Peter." Grissom sighed and continued, "We just don't know much yet. We're going to need DNA samples from all three kids. Call Nick, tell him to get down here and help you with the swabbing." He stood up. Sara stood also, "Wait, where are you going?" He looked at her, "To check out the bathroom." He left the room. Sara sighed, "What is it with him and vomit?"
As Captain Brass, a small blonde boy, and the guidance counselor walked into the room, Grissom was on his cell phone. On the other end was Catherine. "So, I sent the hair I found on the vic's clothes to DNA," she told Grissom. "What color was it?" he asked. "Brown. Oh, and it was long. So, we're probably looking for a girl," she told him Grissom nodded a bit, even though Catherine couldn't see him. "Thank you," he said before he hung up and looked at the boy.
"This is the boy," Captain Brass informed Grissom. Grissom nodded a thank you and said, "Hello Christian, I'm Mr. Grissom. Please, have a seat." The boy did as he was told. "Christian, we're just going to ask you some questions about what you did the other night. Is that okay with you?" Christian looked very pale. "I...I get very nervous, Mr. Grissom," the boy said. "This will be quick. Can you tell us what happened last night?" The boy nodded, shaking a bit. "I was in the school with my friend Zoey. Peter...the...the...dead kid...he...saw me and...and I saw him...We...saw...each other...and...he said...stuff...and...then....Zoey told him not to say stuff...and...he said some more stuff, but this time to Zoey...and she didn't like that...so she...she punched him...but trust me, she really isn't like that." "No?" asked Grissom. "No! I mean...no...she...she doesn't...like...to touch people...he made her...he got out of hand, Mr. Grissom. He said stuff he shouldn't have said..." "I understand that, Christian. What happened after Zoey punched Peter?" The boy was already starting to sweat. He was uncomfortable talking to these people. "She, uh, she left, Mr. Grissom sir." Sara sat back in her chair. She was listening very carefully to the conversation. Grissom squinted his eyes a bit at the boy. "Christian, did you go with her?" he asked. Christian shook his head. "N-no. I was in shock and...and I was scared so...I went to the bathroom. I-I...threw up." The young boy looked down at the floor, embarrassed. Grissom nodded a bit. "After you threw up, did you see Zoey again in the building?" "N-no, Mr. Grissom sir." "Okay," Grissom said, "Thank you. You can go now." "T-Thank you, sir." The boy stood up shakily and walked out of the classroom with Captain Brass and the counselor.
Sara looked at Grissom. "He was wearing Converses." Grissom looked at her. "Catherine found a long, brown hair on the vic's clothing," he said. She rolled her eyes slightly. "Well, of course, Grissom! The girl punched the guy. A strand of hair could've fallen on him then." "True, but he has somewhat of an alibi. He was in the bathroom vomiting. Do you think a kid like him would slaughter a boy after he throws up? He couldn't stand to watch Zoey hit Peter." Grissom sighed and continued, "We just don't know much yet. We're going to need DNA samples from all three kids. Call Nick, tell him to get down here and help you with the swabbing." He stood up. Sara stood also, "Wait, where are you going?" He looked at her, "To check out the bathroom." He left the room. Sara sighed, "What is it with him and vomit?"