Author's Notes: I did not write this story alone. I had a little bit of
help from I'mSiriuslyCrazy. Like... with the title and grammar and a few bits
and pieces of it all. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
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They walked up to the teller at the FDR Bank and Warrick flashed his badge to the teller and her smile faded. "I'm Warrick Brown and this is Catherine Willows. We are with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We're looking for a certain hundred dollar bill that a man brought here from Simmon's Candy Store."
She excused herself and walked over to her manager. They talked for a minute and he walked over to them. "You need to see the bill?" the manager asked.
"Yes, please," Warrick answered.
"It's not counterfeit. We checked it."
"That's good, but we still need to see it." Warrick said firmly.
He walked around the counter and they stepped into a private room where they waited. He came back holding the bill. They both looked at it.
"We need to take this to check for prints."
"I just can't let you come in here and take money out of the building!" the manager said raising his voice.
Warrick placed it in a plastic bag. "If I steal it, you know where I work."
They left the room before he had time to speak.
Warrick dusted the money and shook it. When the extra dust came off, he saw a big, visible print. "Just like magic," he thought to himself. He took the print to Greg. "I need to see who these prints belong to ASAP."
"I'm fine, Warrick. Thanks for asking." Greg quipped without looking up from his microscope.
"Sorry, man. I'm on borrowed time. I have a strong feeling this guy will murder again. We need to find him," Warrick said with a more serious tone before he left the room.
Warrick located Grissom. "Greg is running the prints for us. He bought three boxes."
Grissom jumped out of his seat and started walking to the lab. "Then, he's planning a repeat performance."
The three men looked at the screen hoping to speed it up. The print kept running--no match. Minutes seemed like an eternity. Finally, it stopped on a match. Grissom looked at the screen, "Call Brass," he ordered immediately.
Catherine and Grissom knocked on the door with their guns pulled. No- one answered. Catherine repeated it again. "We have a warrant, open up!"
They unlocked the door and walked in. It was dark. The only thing they saw was their shadows on the wall. Catherine pulled a few pictures out of a nightstand in the living room. "Gil, take a look at these? Look familiar?"
He closed the cabinets that he finished searching. "The murder victims, the third picture is missing. Hopefully, she's still alive," he shook his head.
He turned his attention to a box in the corner. He walked over to it and picked it up. He opened it and found a black book. He was leafing through the pages while Catherine was talking. "He is our main suspect. All we need is evidence. We need to get to his next victim before it's too late. How are we going to find her?"
Grissom ran his finger down each page and stopped on a name. He looked up at Catherine.
"We already have."
Catherine and Grissom busted through the doors of the lab.
"Nick, do you know where Sara is? She's not at home. Nick put down his coke.
"She went over to Greg's to watch TV. They seem to be getting pretty close...who knew?" Nick snickered.
Grissom grabbed Nick and pulled him out the door.
"Someone knows, and it's not good."
"Will someone tell me what's going on? Grissom, if you are jealous of their relationship, you could've come by yourself. What are we going to do? Spy on them?" Nick asked exasperated.
Grissom looked irritated. "It has nothing to do with that. She can see whomever she wants."
Nick still wasn't sure what was going on so he talked to Catherine. "I never dreamed they would get together."
Catherine chuckled. "No, you never know about people. I'll fill you in on what's going on."
They arrived at Greg's house and Grissom rang the doorbell repeatedly.
"Hold on! I'm coming!" Greg opened the door holding a bowl of party mix. "Hey, come on in--the more, the merrier.
Nick reached into the bowl. "I haven't had dinner yet. Are you gonna share that?"
Greg handed him the bowl. "Do I have a choice?"
Grissom pushed past them to find Sara in the living room. She looked away from the TV.
"Hey you all. What's up?" Sara greeted them warmly.
"Do you know a man named Ryan Thompson?" Grissom questioned.
She thought for a moment and slowly nodded her head. "Yeah, we dated years ago, Gil but..."
"Who ended the relationship?" he asked impatiently.
"I did. He was a bit strange--always buying me chocolate. I hated it, but didn't have the heart to tell him."
Grissom pulled an object out of his pocket. "You should have told him. He left this on your front porch."
Sara didn't understand. "So, he's back in town. I don't really care."
Grissom sat down beside her.
"Look inside his address book."
She grabbed it and started looking.
"Sara, the numbers of the murder victims are marked out in red ink."
Sara gasped at what she saw when she turned the next page.
"My name is marked out with....blood!"
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
~*~
They walked up to the teller at the FDR Bank and Warrick flashed his badge to the teller and her smile faded. "I'm Warrick Brown and this is Catherine Willows. We are with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We're looking for a certain hundred dollar bill that a man brought here from Simmon's Candy Store."
She excused herself and walked over to her manager. They talked for a minute and he walked over to them. "You need to see the bill?" the manager asked.
"Yes, please," Warrick answered.
"It's not counterfeit. We checked it."
"That's good, but we still need to see it." Warrick said firmly.
He walked around the counter and they stepped into a private room where they waited. He came back holding the bill. They both looked at it.
"We need to take this to check for prints."
"I just can't let you come in here and take money out of the building!" the manager said raising his voice.
Warrick placed it in a plastic bag. "If I steal it, you know where I work."
They left the room before he had time to speak.
Warrick dusted the money and shook it. When the extra dust came off, he saw a big, visible print. "Just like magic," he thought to himself. He took the print to Greg. "I need to see who these prints belong to ASAP."
"I'm fine, Warrick. Thanks for asking." Greg quipped without looking up from his microscope.
"Sorry, man. I'm on borrowed time. I have a strong feeling this guy will murder again. We need to find him," Warrick said with a more serious tone before he left the room.
Warrick located Grissom. "Greg is running the prints for us. He bought three boxes."
Grissom jumped out of his seat and started walking to the lab. "Then, he's planning a repeat performance."
The three men looked at the screen hoping to speed it up. The print kept running--no match. Minutes seemed like an eternity. Finally, it stopped on a match. Grissom looked at the screen, "Call Brass," he ordered immediately.
Catherine and Grissom knocked on the door with their guns pulled. No- one answered. Catherine repeated it again. "We have a warrant, open up!"
They unlocked the door and walked in. It was dark. The only thing they saw was their shadows on the wall. Catherine pulled a few pictures out of a nightstand in the living room. "Gil, take a look at these? Look familiar?"
He closed the cabinets that he finished searching. "The murder victims, the third picture is missing. Hopefully, she's still alive," he shook his head.
He turned his attention to a box in the corner. He walked over to it and picked it up. He opened it and found a black book. He was leafing through the pages while Catherine was talking. "He is our main suspect. All we need is evidence. We need to get to his next victim before it's too late. How are we going to find her?"
Grissom ran his finger down each page and stopped on a name. He looked up at Catherine.
"We already have."
Catherine and Grissom busted through the doors of the lab.
"Nick, do you know where Sara is? She's not at home. Nick put down his coke.
"She went over to Greg's to watch TV. They seem to be getting pretty close...who knew?" Nick snickered.
Grissom grabbed Nick and pulled him out the door.
"Someone knows, and it's not good."
"Will someone tell me what's going on? Grissom, if you are jealous of their relationship, you could've come by yourself. What are we going to do? Spy on them?" Nick asked exasperated.
Grissom looked irritated. "It has nothing to do with that. She can see whomever she wants."
Nick still wasn't sure what was going on so he talked to Catherine. "I never dreamed they would get together."
Catherine chuckled. "No, you never know about people. I'll fill you in on what's going on."
They arrived at Greg's house and Grissom rang the doorbell repeatedly.
"Hold on! I'm coming!" Greg opened the door holding a bowl of party mix. "Hey, come on in--the more, the merrier.
Nick reached into the bowl. "I haven't had dinner yet. Are you gonna share that?"
Greg handed him the bowl. "Do I have a choice?"
Grissom pushed past them to find Sara in the living room. She looked away from the TV.
"Hey you all. What's up?" Sara greeted them warmly.
"Do you know a man named Ryan Thompson?" Grissom questioned.
She thought for a moment and slowly nodded her head. "Yeah, we dated years ago, Gil but..."
"Who ended the relationship?" he asked impatiently.
"I did. He was a bit strange--always buying me chocolate. I hated it, but didn't have the heart to tell him."
Grissom pulled an object out of his pocket. "You should have told him. He left this on your front porch."
Sara didn't understand. "So, he's back in town. I don't really care."
Grissom sat down beside her.
"Look inside his address book."
She grabbed it and started looking.
"Sara, the numbers of the murder victims are marked out in red ink."
Sara gasped at what she saw when she turned the next page.
"My name is marked out with....blood!"