Back at the lab:
The gang were sat around the conference table discussing the case. "What do we have so far?" Grissom asked while stirring a cup of coffee. "Well we didn't get anything form the casino." Sara started. "No sign of force entry, no prints no bullets or shells, guns. I think the scene was wiped." She pondered. "We managed to pull some shells form the car scene, and the paint transfer from Carters Rolls. A half broken number plate Vegas state and the tyre prints." Warrick continued. Grissom just nodded and took a sip of the coffee, then threw it in the bin. Catherine came through the door. "Gregg hasn't made any yet so your gonna have to get used to the machine." She explained. "Where were you I must have paged you at least three times." Grissom inquired. "I been with Gregg, we ran through all the car details and came up with a match, 2003 R reg Tahoe SUV. Recently owned to one Miss Lacienica Boulavardez. We got a team heading over there right now. Anyone up for a little road trip." She asked.
At the Boulavardez residence.
Brass had gotten to the house first, and waited for the CSI'S to turn up before going into the house, if you could call it that. The CSI'S pulled up in their cars and looked at the home. "Wow that's a house." Sara's mouth dropped. "I call that a city under a roof." She continued. Brass buzzed the com on the entrance gates of the huge mansion, "Who is it." Asked a male. "Detective Jim Brass of the L.V.P.D we want to question a Miss...err" Brass stopped and turned to the CSI'S "Name" he asked. "Lacienica Boulavardez." Catherine whispered.
"Geez. That's a mouthful. Why cant big bucks have easy names." Brass said to himself while going back to the com. "We want to question a Miss..." Brass was interrupted. "Mrs Boulavardez is away on business. Please call again when it is convenient." The male spoke. "Couldn't have said that earlier could he." Jim said slightly vexed. "Look buddy, just open the god damn gates before we bust 'em open, and you'll be paying for them out of your 6 figure wage packet until your teeth fall out." Brass spat into the com. There was no reply. Then the gates opened the entrance to best house on the block. Brass entered with the CSI'S following behind. A woman dressed expensively and a gold ring on every finger but the 3rd on the left hand. The wedding finger. Her hair was shoulder length and bleach blonde, she was slim and average height. She came out to greet the officers. "Hello officers what brings you to my home." The woman asked. Clearly not liking the fact that there were four CSI'S and an officer on her front lawn.
"Come in. Come in." She gestured. "Thank you ma'am" Brass replied. The rooms were huge. How much space does a single woman need. "Uh Miss Boulavardez..." Sara asked. "Can I sue your bathroom, talk about bad timing huh." Sara smiled. "Sure. 5th door on the left 3rd floor." She told her. "3rd floor, wow I'll try." Sara ran. Miss Boulavardez sat on an extremely large sofa and asked the CSI'S too sit down. "Can I get any of you anything to drink?" She asked. "Were fine thanks" Grissom replied. "Actually I could go for a soda. If you have one." Brass asked. "Sure thing. Jeeves 5 soda's please." She shouted to the kitchen. "Jeeves." Grissom inquired. "My butler, he answered the com to you. Sorry for the way he acted, he gets a little bit over protective sometimes." She answered. "Yeah but a butler called Jeeves." Grissom carried on. "Corny ain't it." She smiled. "But he says its his real name, so what ya gonna do. Now how can I help you fine crime fighters?" She smiled.
Just then Sara came back down from the bathroom. "Wow. That was the biggest bathroom I have ever peed in." She blurted out, realizing how embarrassing it sounded out in the open. Everybody stared at her strangely. "I mean. That bathroom is bigger than my whole apartment." She tried to change the subject. "I get that a lot." Miss Boulavardez joked with her. "Well moving on..." Grissom started, while giving a surprised look to Sara, who was still quite red. "Miss Boulavardez we have reason to believe that you are connected to a crime scene. We found the registration of your 2003 R reg Tahoe SUV. Care to fill us in." Brass smiled. Miss Boulavardez did not. "My car, you found the reg plate. Find anything else?" she said coldly. "Tyre prints and paint transfer." Grissom continued. "That bastard." She said looking into the air. "Excuse me?" Catherine spoke. "My not so smart not so anything brother. I leant him that car about 2 months ago, said he needed a ride. It was either that or let him live here for like ever. I made the right choice." She answered. "Maybe for you. But not for the Carter's. We believe that he also killed Jimmy Carter, and attempted to kill his brother Jack." Brass explained. "I know the Carter's, we used to be close, but our business's separated us." She told them. "I'll call my brother, let you take him in. Just tell him to never darken my door again." She explained. "Much obliged." Grissom spoke.
The gang were sat around the conference table discussing the case. "What do we have so far?" Grissom asked while stirring a cup of coffee. "Well we didn't get anything form the casino." Sara started. "No sign of force entry, no prints no bullets or shells, guns. I think the scene was wiped." She pondered. "We managed to pull some shells form the car scene, and the paint transfer from Carters Rolls. A half broken number plate Vegas state and the tyre prints." Warrick continued. Grissom just nodded and took a sip of the coffee, then threw it in the bin. Catherine came through the door. "Gregg hasn't made any yet so your gonna have to get used to the machine." She explained. "Where were you I must have paged you at least three times." Grissom inquired. "I been with Gregg, we ran through all the car details and came up with a match, 2003 R reg Tahoe SUV. Recently owned to one Miss Lacienica Boulavardez. We got a team heading over there right now. Anyone up for a little road trip." She asked.
At the Boulavardez residence.
Brass had gotten to the house first, and waited for the CSI'S to turn up before going into the house, if you could call it that. The CSI'S pulled up in their cars and looked at the home. "Wow that's a house." Sara's mouth dropped. "I call that a city under a roof." She continued. Brass buzzed the com on the entrance gates of the huge mansion, "Who is it." Asked a male. "Detective Jim Brass of the L.V.P.D we want to question a Miss...err" Brass stopped and turned to the CSI'S "Name" he asked. "Lacienica Boulavardez." Catherine whispered.
"Geez. That's a mouthful. Why cant big bucks have easy names." Brass said to himself while going back to the com. "We want to question a Miss..." Brass was interrupted. "Mrs Boulavardez is away on business. Please call again when it is convenient." The male spoke. "Couldn't have said that earlier could he." Jim said slightly vexed. "Look buddy, just open the god damn gates before we bust 'em open, and you'll be paying for them out of your 6 figure wage packet until your teeth fall out." Brass spat into the com. There was no reply. Then the gates opened the entrance to best house on the block. Brass entered with the CSI'S following behind. A woman dressed expensively and a gold ring on every finger but the 3rd on the left hand. The wedding finger. Her hair was shoulder length and bleach blonde, she was slim and average height. She came out to greet the officers. "Hello officers what brings you to my home." The woman asked. Clearly not liking the fact that there were four CSI'S and an officer on her front lawn.
"Come in. Come in." She gestured. "Thank you ma'am" Brass replied. The rooms were huge. How much space does a single woman need. "Uh Miss Boulavardez..." Sara asked. "Can I sue your bathroom, talk about bad timing huh." Sara smiled. "Sure. 5th door on the left 3rd floor." She told her. "3rd floor, wow I'll try." Sara ran. Miss Boulavardez sat on an extremely large sofa and asked the CSI'S too sit down. "Can I get any of you anything to drink?" She asked. "Were fine thanks" Grissom replied. "Actually I could go for a soda. If you have one." Brass asked. "Sure thing. Jeeves 5 soda's please." She shouted to the kitchen. "Jeeves." Grissom inquired. "My butler, he answered the com to you. Sorry for the way he acted, he gets a little bit over protective sometimes." She answered. "Yeah but a butler called Jeeves." Grissom carried on. "Corny ain't it." She smiled. "But he says its his real name, so what ya gonna do. Now how can I help you fine crime fighters?" She smiled.
Just then Sara came back down from the bathroom. "Wow. That was the biggest bathroom I have ever peed in." She blurted out, realizing how embarrassing it sounded out in the open. Everybody stared at her strangely. "I mean. That bathroom is bigger than my whole apartment." She tried to change the subject. "I get that a lot." Miss Boulavardez joked with her. "Well moving on..." Grissom started, while giving a surprised look to Sara, who was still quite red. "Miss Boulavardez we have reason to believe that you are connected to a crime scene. We found the registration of your 2003 R reg Tahoe SUV. Care to fill us in." Brass smiled. Miss Boulavardez did not. "My car, you found the reg plate. Find anything else?" she said coldly. "Tyre prints and paint transfer." Grissom continued. "That bastard." She said looking into the air. "Excuse me?" Catherine spoke. "My not so smart not so anything brother. I leant him that car about 2 months ago, said he needed a ride. It was either that or let him live here for like ever. I made the right choice." She answered. "Maybe for you. But not for the Carter's. We believe that he also killed Jimmy Carter, and attempted to kill his brother Jack." Brass explained. "I know the Carter's, we used to be close, but our business's separated us." She told them. "I'll call my brother, let you take him in. Just tell him to never darken my door again." She explained. "Much obliged." Grissom spoke.